"Sister, Dad is back!" Xunxun said happily, "My sweet and sour pork!"

"My candied sweet potato!" Jin Yue said unwillingly.

Children all like sour and sweet tastes, and these brother and sister are no exception.

But Song Qingci said that the food they liked had to be eaten while hot, so they had to wait until Mr. Fu San came back before making it.

Master Fu San: “…”

Why did I suddenly feel that he had a big daughter?

"Are you waiting for me to eat?" He smiled and touched Xunxun's head.

"Dad, today is your birthday." Jin Yue said, "Sister has prepared a table full of delicious food, come and eat! Aunt Zeng, where is my purse? Dad, I made a purse for you. Brother must have prepared nothing. You know who treats you better, right?"

Xunxun: "...insidious. You didn't tell me in advance that you were going to prepare a gift for Dad!"

Otherwise, he should at least catch two field mice to add a dish for his father.

Song Qingci was busy in the kitchen. Hearing this, he poked his head out and said, "Stop making noise and go inside."

Master Fu San looked at her.

The little girl was wearing a pink double-breasted embroidered jacket with a dark blue horse-faced skirt. Her hair was tied into two pigtails and hung behind her ears. Her small face was rosy, and her pair of black, bright eyes were looking straight at her. Her dimples were deep.

"Happy birthday, Third Master." Her tone was cheerful and sincere, her voice clear and melodious.

Seeing her, it seemed that not only the hardship of the day's running around disappeared, but even the bitterness of fate seemed to be blurred by her smile.

"Thank you." Master Fu San nodded sincerely, "You've worked hard."

As he finished speaking, he saw the little girl's brows relax, and she looked relieved. She tied the apron in her hand and said, "I thought that acting on my own would backfire. Fortunately, it's okay."

Only after she finished cooking did she become a little worried, thinking that the scene was a bit too high-profile.

I asked her to cook a bowl of noodles, but she started the meal right away?

With the two little ones surrounding her, her head was buzzing and she couldn't help but wonder, would the Third Master be annoyed when he came back?

Fortunately, Mr. Fu San was not angry.

Mr. Fu San didn't understand what she meant. "What do you mean by acting on your own initiative?"

Song Qingci said a little embarrassedly, "Madame Zeng asked me to help cook a bowl of longevity noodles, but I made so much..."

Master Fu San laughed dumbly, "You've done so much for me, shouldn't I be grateful?"

I was actually worried that he would be angry.

How could this little girl be so lovable and beloved?

Song Qingci: "...It's all my mother's fault. I'm going to cook."

It was all her mother's fault. She always told her that the big guys were unpredictable and couldn't be measured by normal people's thinking.

Her mother also said that her little head could not understand the thoughts of the big guys at all, so she should be content and marry an ordinary person.

Mom, you are wrong.

The Third Master is very normal!

No, no, no, you absolutely cannot tell this to her mother, otherwise she will face even more intense pressure to get married.

However, Song Qingci admitted for the second time that her mother's vision was quite good.

Well, the first time, it was her dad.

Song Qingci quickly prepared the remaining two dishes that were most popular with the children, as well as the longevity noodles, and brought them to the table. He took off his apron and prepared to leave.

——She also saved some dishes for herself, planning to go back and have a good meal with Fengxun so as not to disturb other people’s reunion.

But Jin Yue grabbed her sleeve and said, "Sister, please sit down and eat. We are waiting for you!"

Only then did Song Qingci realize that they hadn't even started eating yet.

Not only were the two children staring at her eagerly, but Mr. Fu San also looked at her. What did that mean?

"Let's eat together, they all want to see you." Mr. Fu San said with a smile.

"My father is the birthday boy, so you should listen to him today. Sister, please sit down quickly." Jin Yue pushed Song Qingci onto the chair. "Brother, pour some wine, and fill my glass too."

Song Qingci: "No, no, no..."

Mr. Fu San was the birthday boy, and she was afraid that if she drank, she would become "beastly" towards him.

She can drink a lot, but she can't hold her liquor.

This sounds contradictory.

No, not at all.

She could drink half a jar of liquor without falling down. It is said that she was still conscious, her eyes were bright, and she could speak without stammering.

In short, he looks like a normal person.

But that's just how it looks.

People who are not familiar with her may not think anything of it.

But people who know her well know that when she drinks, she completely "transforms" into a different person.

The main manifestation is that they talk a lot, talk a lot, and talk about everything.

Real, imaginary, what can be said and what cannot be said, there is no end to the talk.

Although Song Qingci had become less wary of Mr. Fu San since he knew that he was his mother's friend, he also believed that there was nothing he couldn't tell him.

But the problem is, when she is drunk and has lost her memory, she may talk nonsense, making up stories out of nothing.

My mother said that other people would become confused after eating poisonous mushrooms, but she would become confused after drinking alcohol.

Once during the Chinese New Year, she drank too much and insisted that she was a firecracker. She used candles to light herself and it was difficult to defecate.

Whoever pulls her is affecting her ascent to heaven and is her enemy!

Finally, Xu Jinzhu poured a basin of water on her and told her that she was damp.

Only then did she miraculously give up the idea and go back to "baking".

This incident is still a classic that the Song family must talk about every Chinese New Year.

With her drinking habit, how can she have the nerve to drink?

"I can't drink much, and I'm afraid that after I drink, all the yam will become mine." Song Qingci sat down, but he was determined not to drink.

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