Although Aunt Chen scolded, she still fried the pheasant the next day and asked Chen Liang to send it to Song Jin.
Out of sight, out of mind. Let Chen Liang leave quickly.
After all, Chen Liang still had a bit of conscience. He left most of the potatoes and chicken for his parents, and gave the rest to Song Jin. He didn't eat any himself.
"Knock, knock, knock, Song Zhiqing, it's me, Chen Liang."
Song Jincai came back from work, and Qiu was in the final stage of finishing. She hadn't been so busy these past two days, so she had time to go home and cook.
She was just in the kitchen thinking about what to cook. She was not someone who knew how to enjoy life, nor was she very refined.
She can cook not many dishes, and usually chooses what she wants to eat from the ones she knows. Her cooking skills are not particularly good, but she is more willing to use oil and seasonings than people at that time, so the dishes she cooks are delicious.
She had thought before that if she could travel back to ancient times, she could make money by selling cookbooks and recipes. In many of the novels she had read about time travel from modern times to ancient times, the heroines made money by selling recipes.
Song Jin thought she was too naive and would never do that.
Although she has tried many dishes, she only has a general idea of them. Her cooking skills are mediocre and she can't make them taste particularly good. Fortunately, she no longer needs to rely on this to make a living.
Just as I was wondering what to cook, I heard a knock on the door, followed by Chen Liang's voice.
When I opened the door, I saw Chen Liang standing at the door with a bowl of chicken and potato cubes, smiling with his big white teeth showing.
"Song Zhiqing, the autumn harvest has been very tiring lately. I was lucky yesterday and found a pheasant in the mountains. My mother cooked it today. She said you've been working hard lately, so she asked me to bring the pheasant meat to you to try."
The captain and his wife, whose cat was eavesdropping behind their door...
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Song Jin looked at Chen Liang with a half-smile, which made Chen Liang feel guilty and sweat broke out on his forehead.
Seeing that Chen Liang was so nervous that he could hardly stand, Song Jin finally retracted his gaze and said to Chen Liang in a distant tone: "Comrade Chen, thank my aunt for me. I will accept this meat today, but don't send it to me next time. I feel embarrassed for a grown man like you to always run errands for my aunt. It's really a waste of your time. I know that my aunt treats me well, and I even want to recognize her as my godmother. I will go over and thank her in person later. I will go directly to my aunt if I have anything in the future. Thank you today. Goodbye."
After saying that, Song Jin took the basin from Chen Liang's hand and turned to walk in.
The mine Chen Liang stayed in was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
How could this unfold like this?
This development is wrong.
He was afraid that Song Jin would reject him, and in order not to affect Song Jin's reputation, he deliberately dragged his mother out to take the blame. He always believed that Song Jin had feelings for him, but because he did not confess, the window paper was not broken.
But now it seems that he has shot himself in the foot.
Chen Liang was left standing there regretting, and Song Jin burst into laughter as soon as he entered the room.
Trying to compete with him, huh!
Since he wants to play with me, I'll have fun with him.
Chen Liang hesitated for a long time and decided to take the initiative. If he continued to treat Song Jin as a child, he might have another sister.
If Song Jin really proposed to be his mother's goddaughter, then his mother would definitely not refuse Song Jin. Don't ask him why he is so sure, the reason is that mother and son are connected by heart.
Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, he saw people walking towards him in twos and threes in the distance. It was already getting dark. If someone saw him standing at Song Jin's door late at night, there might be gossip in the village.
Forget it, let’s wait until tomorrow.
I must confess tomorrow!
He didn't expect that after missing this opportunity, it would be almost a year before he saw Song Jin again.
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