The two of them fought dozens of moves before they stopped.

Qi Ying was slightly gasping.

Qin Qian's face remained unchanged.

Qi Wu laughed, "Qian'er, your martial arts are getting more and more sophisticated."

Most of the time Qin Qian was in the academy, and he was naturally less likely to practice, but his martial arts were not lost.

"It was taught by my uncle and cousin."

Qi Wu laughed again, "Your aunt hasn't seen you for many days and misses you very much. Go and see her."

Qin Qian should have respectfully handed the sword in his hand back to Qi Wu's hand and turned to the main courtyard.

Mrs. Qi was making clothes, the sky blue material was obviously not made for Qi Wu.

"aunt."

Qin Qian walked into the house.

Mrs. Qi looked up and said, "Qian'er is back. The clothes I made for you are sewing them in two stitches."

Qin Qian sat down opposite Mrs. Qi, "I have a lot of clothes and can't wear them. Auntie won't bother to make it for me in the future."

"What's so much trouble to make a dress? I'm idle."

As he spoke, after sewing the last two stitches, Mrs. Qi lowered her head and bit off the thread, stood up and shook, "Try it quickly, will it fit?"

"It must be fit."

Qin Qian stood up and took off his outer robe.

He took off his students' clothes when he got on the carriage and wore his usual clothes.

"Are you close to Song Si?"

Mrs. Qi asked with a smile.

Qin Qian was not surprised at her abrupt question, "He is very cautious and it is difficult to get close to him for a while."

“No obstacle…”

Mrs. Qi helped him put on his clothes and gently patted the uneven place, "The future is long, don't worry too much."

...

Song Si was no longer surprised to see Liu Cuilan and Song Shu selling spicy hot pot. With Song Wanyue at home, he was not surprised to see him no matter what rare food he made at home.

I took the plate, picked up a few skewers that I liked, and then got on the carriage and went home.

When I arrived at the door of my house, I got off the carriage and went directly to the workshop without entering.

The workshop had already risen by one person, and it would be better to go up to the beam in three or five days. When the workers saw him, they greeted him, "Song Jieyuan is back."

The village chief also stood up and did not dare to be proud in front of him at all, "Song Si is back."

"Grandpa, the village chief."

Song Si always called him, "I'm sorry for your family matters."

The village chief was so happy that he couldn't stop talking. Song Si now respectfully called him "Grandpa of the village chief". This is because he has never forgotten his roots. This child will definitely have a great future in the future.

He waved his hand, "I didn't do much effort. I just accompanied your grandpa here to smoke and drink tea every day."

"You are here, and you are the backbone of everyone."

The village chief felt so comfortable when he heard this.

Mr. Song also smiled, "Nothing is wrong here. You just came back, hurry up and go home to rest."

"good."

Song Si greeted Song Lin and then turned around and went back.

Grandma Song asked Song Lin to cut the meat early in the morning and prepared ten dishes, six meat and four vegetables, to replenish them well for her grandson.

"Yi'er, please leave it to eat."

Gu Yi was reluctant to do so, and immediately agreed and said obediently, "Grandma, I'm not picky about food, I eat everything."

Song Wanyue glanced at him and said, "I'll make some dishes."

"Okay, OK..."

Gu Yi's eyes lit up, "I can burn the fire. I'm very skilled in burning the fire now and will not burn my sleeves."

Grandma Song,...

Xu,...

Song Wanyue made a boiled meat slice, a small stewed meat, and the fragrance floated out of the Song family yard. Not to mention the people working, even the village chief couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The village chief looked at the sky, wiped out his cigarette puffs, and stood up, "It's almost time. Everyone should get off work. It's time to go home for dinner."

If it were the past, Mr. Song might have kept him, but today Song Si and Gu Yi are both here, so Mr. Song can't keep him. He thought about keeping some vegetables for dinner and letting the village chief take him back tonight.

“What delicious food was made.”

Song Shen couldn't wait to go home and asked with a sniffle.

"Look at your promising prospects, just such an impatient one. How can you manage your family's business?"

Grandma Song regrets that she is not strong enough.

Song Shen was said to be sad, and walked towards the hall with a chuckle. When he saw two hard dishes, his eyes were straightened.

After a meal, let alone meat, there is not even the soup left.

Song Lin rubbed his stomach secretly. He ate six steamed buns, which was too full. However, if Song Shen hadn't grabbed it quickly and drank all the soup, he could have eaten another steamed bun with spicy soup.

Song Shen pressed the steamed buns in his hand to the bottom of the basin and dipped the last drop of spicy soup, "Little sister, let's make these two dishes tonight. My parents and third uncle haven't eaten them yet."

Grandma Song saw through his little thoughts at a glance, saying that she didn't eat enough. The family had money, and eating two meals of meat was nothing, but she felt sorry for her granddaughter, "They always have time to eat it."

"Since you have given your business, I will focus more on it. I will go back to the house later and I will teach you how to settle the score."

Song Sidao.

Song Shen suddenly felt that the steamed buns dipped in vegetable soup in his hand were no longer fragrant.

One more night in the afternoon, Song Shen never left the house except for eating and going to the toilet, and Song Si held his head to study.

Until the morning of the next day, Song Si returned to the college in a carriage. Song Shen collapsed on the bed so tired that he didn't want to move.

...

The Song family's workshop was built very quickly, and it was built in a few days. The huge stove was built and started construction under the envious eyes of the villagers.

On the first day of construction, Song Ming specially moved a small stool and sat in his yard, looking at the direction of the workshop, watching the white smoke coming out of the chimney...

Many people in the village were like him, watching curiously, and no one dared to step closer to the workshop.

The women in the workshop were even more excited, looking at Song Wanyue's actions without blinking, for fear of falling a step.

Song Wanyue divided them into three groups and made them with different flavors, especially spicy, spicy, and bone soup.

They are all women who cook all year round. Song Wanyue only taught them once and remembered them, and started to do it carefully and carefully.

Song Wanyue looked at it, pointing out any wrong things at any time. In just half a day, all the women could get started skillfully.

Song Shen has been in the workshop all the time. Song Wanyue told the women that Song Shen was fully responsible for the matters in the workshop in the future and could find him any matters.

Five covered carriages drove into the village in a mighty manner, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted, watching the carriage drive to the door of the Song family and stop.

Mr. Song and Song Lin walked out of the yard.

The four guys rushed behind put the reins on the horse's back, walked forward together, took away the cover from the first carriage, and took off the things on it and carried them into the yard.

Some villagers wanted to go up to help, but just took one foot and was pulled by another villagers. "Since the Song family has not called for someone, they must not want us to help. Let's not go over and make people angry."
Chapter completed!