He probably has been holding it in for too long.

Zhao Jindong raised his head and drank all the water in the water cup.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Yungang changed his clothes and came downstairs.

"Xiao Chen and his friend took a short film. Come and see it. It's so beautiful." Mrs. Zhao said and took a photo of Zhao Xinzhi: "Go and move a seat."

Zhao Xinzhi moved a seat next to him. Mrs. Zhao pressed Zhao Yungang and sat down, and leaned over to him and looked at it again.

In addition to the thirty-second short video, Song Chen also showed them other photos. To be honest, the photos were really good. It was not the first time she saw Song Chen wearing Hanfu, but this time she put on the ancient costume hood, which was like an ancient handsome man walking out of the painting. Even if she watched the real person for more than ten years, she was also amazed.

After Zhao Yun finished reading, he looked up at Zhao Jindong opposite him: "Did the second brother see?"

"He watched it." Song Chen said: "I went to Xingyun Building specifically and broadcast it on the LED screen in the square. But he didn't comment after watching it."

Zhao Yungang and Mrs. Zhao looked at Zhao Jindong with a smile, and Zhao Jindong said, "The photo was very good."

"This is amazing," Zhao Yungang said: "My Xiaochen is already popular. Once this movie is broadcast, I don't know how many people I'll be fascinated by it. I'll have to watch it tighter."

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "Xiaochen, go to the near east to sit."

Song Chen took his cell phone to Zhao Jindong, sat down beside him, signaled his cell phone and asked him if he would look.

Zhao Jindong took it coldly and drew a few pictures, which were photos he had never seen before. One of them was probably a snapshot. Song Chen smiled with his face halfway, his hair was blown by the wind, and his hair was a little messy. The silhouette between the false and the real was picturesque, and his smile was very moving.

The dejected Song Chen doesn't like to laugh. When he doesn't smile, he will be a little cold in nature, but he will smile so sweetly.

Zhao Jindong pursed his lips, his throat moved, and he returned the phone to Song Chen in silence.

Mrs. Zhao hurried to the kitchen to serve chicken soup. When Wang's mother went to deliver it, she whispered: "For the boss, you can just put this bowl for the other two bowls, but don't put it in front of the second child, I'll take his soup."

When Wang Ma was stunned, she thought that Mrs. Zhao suddenly realized her conscience and began to feel sorry for her son who had no blood relationship with her.

But it is understandable. According to her, the Zhao family will sooner or later fall into Zhao Jindong's hands. He was able to do it and was valued, and married Song Chen, who Zhao Yungang loved the most. Mrs. Zhao probably suddenly became enlightened and knew how to maximize the benefits.

When Wang Ma was delivering the soup, she expressed her son's merits and told the Zhao men in detail about the ginseng chicken raised by her son. A chicken costs more than a thousand yuan, and even Zhao Yungang felt it expensive. Song Chen looked at the bowl of ginseng chicken in front of him that was enough for his living expenses a month ago and said, "Is it so expensive, is it easy to sell?"

"It's very easy to sell. He raised only a few, only a hundred pieces. Once it was launched, it sold out. I told him to stay these two pieces. I told him to keep them. Thanks to the support here, even if you are well developed, you can't forget the kindness here."

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "I have added a few Chinese herbal medicines to nourish the body. Secondly, you have to drink two more bowls, and our family will be the hardest working."

Perhaps because she felt that the word "work hard" was a bit sarcastic, she quickly added: "You are the hardest."

As he said that, he brought the thickest bowl of soup to Zhao Jindong.

Song Chen and Zhao Yungang said that the soup was strong and fresh. Zhao Xinzhi tasted it for two sips and said, "Why did I drink it a little light? Isn't this chicken soup good enough?"

After hearing this, Wang's mother hurriedly said, "I'm staring at the stew, because my husband came back late, and it took a few more minutes more than usual."

Is this because she is disgusting her regressing in her skills in stewing soup, or is she disgusting her son’s ginseng chicken?!

I pity her enthusiasm! I pity her ginseng chicken for thousands of yuan free of charge by her son!! The ginseng chicken she tasted in person was ginseng chicken, and it was stocked in the wild. It tasted very good! Why is this boss Zhao so clever?

In her opinion, it was not that the chicken soup was not good, but that he had a quarrel with his wife and used the chicken soup to vent his anger.

Zhao Xinzhi didn't say anything else, sat upright and took a few more sips, but it was still light.

Mrs. Zhao glanced at him, and the anger she had when she quarreled with him tonight had finally calmed down a lot in her chest.

Because Zhao Xinzhi said it was unpredictable, Zhao Jindong was not good at saying anything else.

If he said that he thought the chicken soup was a bit too strong and the Chinese medicines such as ginseng were too strong, probably the people here would think that he was deliberately sing a opposite tune with Zhao Xinzhi.

However, this soup is really too heavy and it is not very delicious. The chicken soup is not just thick and it is good.

Zhao Yungang was drinking while saying, "It's delicious."

Song Chen also thought it was delicious. He had never drunk such a delicious and fragrant chicken soup, and the soup was also tempting. When he lived alone, he could make soup, but he couldn't make it taste like this.

Mrs. Zhao tiptoed excitedly for a few tips, and said with a smile on her face: "My mother and I have been watching the fire for a long time. Don't waste it, you have to drink it all. The second child, you have to drink it all. You have worked so hard, I see that you have lost weight these days, so you need to make up for it."

Zhao Yungang took a look at his wife with satisfaction.

Finally, I looked like a wife.

If she had been caring about her second child earlier, she would not have grown up to such a gloomy temperament, and her marriage with Song Chen would not have been so cold and alienated. Now I know that I will help me remedy it together, which is not bad.

In order to commend Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao came out after washing up in the evening and just climbed onto the bed, he suppressed her.

"Oh..." Mrs. Zhao said with shame and joy, "I have been too diligent recently and I don't know how to control myself at such an age..."

"I have drunk the tonic soup you stewed. If you don't show your performance, will you be worthy of you?" Zhao Yungang smiled.

Mrs. Zhao lay on the head of the bed, moaning, wondering, not knowing how it was going upstairs.

After drinking such a strong ginseng chicken soup, I was in the middle-aged man with strong qi and blood.

The autumn wind swept through the fallen leaves, and it was a little cold, so Song Chen lay on the window and blew the cold wind.
Chapter completed!