Before the beef bone soup was ready, the pancakes made by Song Qingci had already been eaten by Dongzi and the other greedy children in the yard...

It smells so good!

Song Qingci smiled and said, "Eat more if you like. It's not a big deal."

Feng Xun just went to buy ten kilograms of white flour, which is enough.

It's worth exchanging a meal of scones for the chance to integrate into this group.

Song Qingci continued to bake pancakes, but it was never enough.

Because in addition to the flatbread, the aroma of beef bone soup gradually spread.

Now, not only those who lived in the same courtyard, but also those next door and the next door's neighbors were attracted.

Among them there are two "familiar people" - Scar and Big Head.

Dongzi was unhappy when he saw these two people, and they felt the same way.

Dongzi scolded them for being disloyal, and they were upset that Dongzi didn't get beaten in the end.

Dongzi pointed at the busy Song Qingci and said proudly, "Did you see that? The daughter-in-law that the Third Master personally acknowledged!"

When Song Qingci heard this, his hands trembled and he almost dropped the pancake into the fire.

Don’t spread rumors!

Although Mr. Fu San did say that, it was obviously a joke.

Scar's eyes were almost popping out.

Datou said that he was very smart and not easy to fool, "Nonsense! Didn't you say that the Third Master was not good enough before? How come he is good enough now?"

So, what can the Third Master do? He just talks a lot?

Dongzi called over, "Nonsense! When did I ever say Third Master was dying? You were the ones who said it first!"

Song Qingci: "..."

If six years of city life hadn't made her rough, she would definitely not be able to adapt to these rough guys by now.

She couldn't help but think, Mr. Fu San, there should be nothing that is impossible.

At least she didn't see it.

Maybe she'll know once she gets started.

After all, we have already looked, smelled, asked and felt, but we cannot smell anything, and we dare not ask, so we can only take the pulse.

But Mr. Fu San probably won't allow her to do it.

Then... forget it.

What does it have to do with me whether he can do it or not?

Seeing that the three people were about to fight, Song Qingci quickly tried to smooth things over, "Okay, the beef bone soup is almost ready. Everyone go back and get a bowl. It's such a big pot, everyone can have a taste."

The three of them stopped fighting immediately and ran back to get their bowls.

Everyone lined up in front of the pot in an orderly manner, holding bowls in their hands.

But Scar and Big Head, relying on the fact that they were "acquaintances", shamelessly held the large coarse porcelain bowls.

Song Qingci felt that the bowl was bigger than his face.

Dongzi cursed: "Do you have any shame?"

Scar and Big Head looked at the basin in his hand and retorted, "Pee and look at yourself first!"

Song Qingci: It’s time to eat. I can’t eat if you guys keep talking like that.

Everyone shared the milky white beef bone soup and took a piece of flatbread to soak in it, and everyone was very satisfied with the meal.

Dongzi sucked the ox bone marrow and deliberately said loudly: "Look, our family's style has changed since we went up the mountain. Isn't it? Hurry back and prepare the money for the gift, hehe!"

He wants to lock himself and Feng Xun up!

Feng Xun lowered his head and drank the beef bone soup without even raising his eyelids.

Song Qingci, on the other hand, was smiling the whole time, making many people think she was Feng Xun.

Dongzi quickly refuted the rumor: "No, no, this is Miss Song! I, a toad, dare not eat swan meat."

"So what you mean is that I am also a toad, so you are targeting me?" Feng Xun said softly.

Dongzi: “…”

Look at his broken mouth!

Everyone laughed.

After the children had eaten, they played in the yard. After everyone had eaten and drunk, many of them went home to get fruits and tea, and then gathered together to talk.

When they heard that Song Qingci was a doctor, some women immediately became eager to ask her to treat them.

It's free anyway, so why not watch it? It shouldn't be bad either.

Song Qingci looked at the mess on the ground and said with a smile: "If you are not in a hurry, I will clean it up and show it to everyone tomorrow. There are so many people here today, it is not convenient for us to talk."

Everyone agreed.

The hustle and bustle in the yard soon attracted people.

"The Third Master said that we can get together, but don't cause trouble, or you'll get beaten."

It turned out to be Mr. Fu San.

He knows everything on this mountain.

Song Qingci couldn't help but feel suspicious. Was this a warning to her?

No one took it seriously.

Although everyone gathered together, they didn't drink or cause trouble. What is there to be afraid of?

The Third Master didn’t say anything, so we can’t eat the pancakes and drink the soup together.

Everyone chatted and laughed for a while, then dispersed, which was considered as their acceptance of Song Qingci and Feng Xun's joining.

"It's bad, it's bad!" Dongzi suddenly slapped his head while helping to pack up.

"Miss Song, Feng Xun, you've just arrived and you're treating us to a meal. Shouldn't you first express your gratitude to the Third Master?"

I don't want anything valuable, but sending him a bowl of soup shows that I care about him.

This was not done well!

Very bad!

However, Song Qingci felt that someone like Mr. Fu San should not need such flattery.

And beef bone soup is really not a good thing.

However, she did not take the initiative to pay homage to the mountain leader, and it was a bit inappropriate for her to be so ostentatious on the mountain now.

"Why don't we wash the beef bones on the ground and stew them in a pot to send over?" Feng Xun asked.

"I think it would be nice to throw you into the pot and stew you."

Song Qingci's head was buzzing as he listened to this already familiar voice.

As expected, you can't say bad things about people behind their backs, and I was caught red-handed.

Mr. Fu San, the old man actually came in person.

The little Pekingese dog, which had followed him relying on its master's power, was now happily gnawing on the beef bones on the ground.

When Matsuko saw the Pekingese, she felt like she had seen an enemy, but she was also afraid of it, so she stood on the tree and bared her teeth and claws at it.

"Third Master, you're here." Song Qingci greeted her with courage.

Dongzi defended Fengxun: "Hey, Third Master, Fengxun just loves to joke around. Have you eaten?"

"If you haven't eaten it, then I'll wait for you to eat the bones you left behind and make soup from them?"

Song Qingci: Finished.

This man is a bit narrow-minded.

As a bandit leader, he shouldn't get much beef himself? How could he be interested in this bowl of beef bone soup?

She was even more confused. What did this man want to do with her?