"First go back and tell the nurse that you are here and she has been looking for you everywhere. Then call your brother and come and have dinner together."
"Okay!" Jin Yue's eyes sparkled with joy. She smiled and waved to Song Qingci, her voice crisp, "Then Sister Song, I'll come back later!"
Song Qingci: "..."
Can.
After all, your dad is awesome.
She was so angry that she forgot what she was going to do.
Master Fu San came forward and took the snails and crabs from her hands. "Are you going to cook so early?"
Song Qingci: "Yes. Third Master, can I move out now?"
Out of sight, out of mind, she could passively resist.
"I'm sorry to have wronged you in this matter." Master Fu San said while holding the basin.
"I'm not wronged." Song Qingci said indifferently, "Thank you for your care, Third Master. Now that the eldest lady has come down the mountain, should I..."
There is no need to act with him.
"When I say you've been wronged, I mean that even if I drive Bai Ya down the mountain now, there are still many people who think it's your fault. I'm afraid they'll target you and make things difficult for you."
"So what?" Song Qingci asked back.
"So, it's better for you to live with me. At least on the surface, they don't dare to target my woman."
Song Qingci bit his lip.
She was thinking about it.
Although emotionally, she hated Mr. Fu San for giving her a child to take care of, which was obviously taking advantage of her.
But reason told him that what Mr. Fu San said was right.
For many people on the mountain, how could their eldest daughter be wrong?
The one who is wrong must be me, this vixen.
"You can live with me and wait for your family to pick you up. I will give you shelter. How about you help me take care of Jin Yue?" Master Fu San looked at her with a smile.
The little girl has a temper, like a kitten with its claws hidden. She looks obedient on the surface, but in fact she can scratch people at any time.
"Third Master, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Song Qingci looked at Third Master Fu with a smile.
She just didn't believe that Mr. Fu San didn't know that she didn't like Jin Yue.
It’s best not to say something like “She’s a child, don’t bother with her.”
She had ready-made words waiting to be retaliated against her.
Who isn't a child?
She is still her mother's baby!
"It must be a lie." Mr. Fu teased her.
Song Qingci: "...Okay."
"I'll be relieved if you agree. Thank you."
Song Qingci: "..."
Why didn’t I realize before that Mr. Fu San was so shameless?
"Third Master, it's not about whether I'm willing or not, but raising a child is a huge responsibility. You see, I have poor vision and a bad temper, so please don't lead Jin Yue astray." Song Qingci began to make fun of himself.
"I think you're pretty good."
Song Qingci didn't know how to respond for a moment.
"I don't expect you to teach her anything. I just think you might have been too strict with her before, and I hope she can relax a little. Most women in the mountains are uneducated, and they're either taciturn or gossipy. I feel more at ease with you."
Song Qingci summarized the main idea: It’s your job to help me take care of the child, I can’t push it away.
What can she do?
She is also desperate!
Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.
Song Qingci made stir-fried snails with sauce, steamed and stir-fried crabs with chili sauce, stir-fried celery, and mixed radish with sugar.
Mr. Fu San helped her light the fire.
Feng Xun didn’t know if he lost himself while eating the melon, or if he had sent Bai Ya all the way down the mountain?
In short, this guy is unreliable.
Originally, Song Qingci would not have employed Mr. Fu San, but she had some opinions about his "dictatorial behavior" today, so she did not treat him politely.
Not to mention, he controls the fire very well, whether it is big or small.
"Little..." Master Fu San saw her busy, her pair of white and slender hands deftly handling various ingredients, and chatted with her, "Miss Song, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good."
He happened to know that Song Qingci came from a wealthy family.
Not to mention girls from wealthy families, even daughters from ordinary, well-off families have to be pampered and never have to do any housework in today's society.
The so-called washing hands to make soup is just a pretense.
There are very few people like Song Qingci who can cook a table full of delicious dishes.
"I learned it from my father," Song Qingci said. "My mother likes to eat it, so my father studied it. I learned a little bit from him."
"Whoever marries you in the future will be blessed."
Song Qingci thought to himself, you talk too much today.
I miss the Third Master who was so frugal with words.
It can be seen that it is better for people to keep a distance from each other.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Mr. Fu San also realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Did he poke her scar?
He really didn't have much experience chatting with women. He just felt that the two of them were sitting together, it was dull and a bit awkward, so he just picked up a topic.
"Well, he's just unlucky." He said dryly.
"I think so too." Song Qingci said calmly, "My fortune is yet to come."
Mr. Fu San was amused by her. Little girl, you are very interesting.
"Don't you blame him?" he couldn't help asking.
"Maybe I do feel a little resentful, but I don't think about it anymore." Song Qingci said.
Any memory is internal consumption.
"You never mention it to others, nor do you complain..."
The women in the mountains, even if they had a fight with their husbands yesterday, would make sure everyone around them knew about it.
If they don't curse loudly, it seems that it is not enough to vent; many of them even cry and sob, as if if they don't, they can't prove that they are victims.
In this sense, he felt that Song Qingci was a bit like himself.
I keep everything deep in my heart and don't want to tell anyone.
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