The dishes laid out on the table were plentiful.
Bamboo fungus and morel mushrooms are both rare items, and neither Liu Shuying nor Song Jun had ever heard of them. They also stewed a chicken, had a large plate of scrambled eggs, and added meat to the stir-fried vegetables.
The type of dishes served to guests reflects their status in the eyes of the host.
Song Jun felt a pang of sadness again. His second uncle and aunt truly treated him like a son. They prepared all these things just to make him look good.
But my parents would love for me not to get married...
Everyone enjoyed the meal.
While cooking, Song Yan didn't lift a finger, but after the meal, she planned to wash the dishes herself. Song Jun, however, stopped her and went to the kitchen instead. Liu Shuying helped, clearly smiling. Was she happy that Song Jun was doing the housework?
It was too late for the young lady to go home, so after finishing his meal and cleaning up, Song Jun was about to escort Liu Shuying home.
As Song Jun was leaving, Song Yan slipped him four apples and whispered, "Do your best!"
Song Jun felt a warm glow in his heart. These apples were so red and big; you couldn't buy them at the supply and marketing cooperative. Xiao Yanhua must have bought them at a high price. Now he'd use them to decorate his shop.
Song Jun himself had older and younger brothers, but did they ever care about him? No.
Song Yan definitely wants her second brother to be happy. On the other hand, Liu Shuying's preparation of the silk scarf in advance shows that she is a very thoughtful person. Judging from her conversation just now, she is also very opinionated.
Second brother, it's good that you found a wife like this! If you found a weak one, He Xiaofen would eat you alive.
If these two become mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Liu Shuying must do her best when conflicts arise...
Even after her second and third aunts left, Song Ma still had a smile on her face.
Mr. Song was worried that with so many dishes he had prepared today, she might feel uncomfortable with the smells.
Song Ma: "After Xiao Yan massaged me, I didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore."
"Really? Xiaoyan, how do you do the massage? Can you teach me?" Song's father thought about how his daughter couldn't stay for long, and what would happen after she left. It would be better for her to learn it herself.
To be honest, Song's father is behaving much better now than before.
It's still early for bed, so Song Yan taught Song's father how to massage.
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After having breakfast, Song Yan tidied himself up.
Now that Song's mother is feeling better, she doesn't let Song Yan do any housework. Song Yan checked Song's mother's pulse and said her physical condition was good; she just needed to improve her nutrition. So, moderate exercise was fine.
Song Yan knew all too well that people were accustomed to treating others differently based on their social status, and many would show respect first to someone's appearance. Yesterday, when Song Yan went out, he was wearing a white shirt and military trousers. Many people couldn't afford clothes like that.
This morning, Song Yan put on a long skirt and leather shoes.
Song Yan is now the pillar of support for his parents, and their pride. If he were dressed in shabby clothes, what would others think of them?
Song Yan left early in the morning. She was going to prepare goods for Cao Zhang and then visit Director Du Feng!
Cao Zhang's prepared cellar was already on the outskirts of the city, and Song Yan took the earliest bus straight to his destination...
After getting off the bus, it was still three miles to the cellar. Song Yan found a quiet spot and entered the space.
Bai Shuang circled around Song Yan for a long time, and she was noticeably more lively than before.
After changing his clothes, Song Yan headed towards the cellar. Once he reached the vicinity of Zhejiang, Song Yan listened intently, trying to see if anyone was watching him.
Although Cao Zhang is quite trustworthy in business, one cannot completely trust others; it is always wise to be cautious.
Once Song Yan confirmed that there were no problems, he took out his key and unlocked the cellar.
It was scorching hot outside, but the cellar was chilly. The temperature difference was enormous, and Song Yan couldn't help but sneeze.
The apples Song Yan brought out this time were different from last year's; they were much larger and more eye-catching. Apples only need to be 90 cm in size.
The cellar was filled with baskets of apples, stacked high, followed by red dates and pine nuts.
These things weren't worth as much as grain. But Song Yan felt it was enough.
After locking the cellar entrance, Song Yan went to wait for the bus. He got off the bus in the city, found a place to enter his spatial dimension, changed his clothes, and led Bai Shuang out.
Bai Shuang was living a very comfortable life in the space; last night, it just kept circling around the chicken coop. Song Yan looked at its pitiful appearance, so before going to bed that night, her consciousness entered the space and cooked a chicken for Bai Shuang.
These days, only Song Yan would cook a chicken for a dog.
Bai Shuang was so beautiful at the time that she jumped up and down on the spot.
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