"Good boy, I'll do as you say!"
Zhang Lan had already had a higher opinion of Song Ning recently, and after hearing these words, Song Ning's position in her heart was even higher.
She must keep an eye on the old man later. Men are too embarrassed to admit defeat. After swallowing a few pounds of horse urine, they don't even know their own names!
We can’t let him ruin Song Ning’s plans!
"Let's go! You must be tired! Let's eat..."
After Zhang Lan finished speaking, Qiao Bo just came out with a big bowl full of sweet and sour pork ribs.
“It smells so good!”
Song Ning admired sincerely.
I have to say that Song Ning is very adaptable. It only took her a week to go from being uncomfortable at first to enjoying it now.
"It's really delicious...but the fat meat is still better!"
Zhang Lan picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with chopsticks and tasted it. It was sour and sweet, but there was only a little meat.
Three or two bites are not enough to fill the gaps between your teeth, how can it be compared to the delicious fatty meat!
"Uh-huh…"
Qiao An couldn't even lift his head while eating, and his chopsticks never left the pot of fat meat.
He was in the growing period, and he was hungry all day long, and he had a big appetite!
This little brat is eating me out of house and home. If there are more men like him at home, I won’t even be able to afford bread!
Qiao Ran's chopsticks didn't stop either. He decided to turn his anger into appetite and eat a big meal.
People of this generation generally have little appetite and have a special liking for fat.
Those big chunks of meat that seemed greasy and fat to Song Ning were rare delicacies for people of this era.
The sweet and sour pork ribs made by Qiao Bo was enjoyed by everyone except Song Ning.
Everyone else put their chopsticks in several times, showing their disgust to the fullest.
Meat cannot be left out in the summer, so Zhang Lan cooked the meat clean at one time.
Everyone ate as much as they could for dinner that night, and the leftovers were pickled and saved for later consumption.
The bones and the soup were in a basin as big as a washbasin. The whole basin was filled with bones and fat. In the blink of an eye, all of it went into the Qiao family's stomach.
Song Ning's pot of sweet and sour pork ribs was just beginning to take a bite.
Song Ning stared in amazement at the Qiao family members who were slumped in their chairs, patting their stomachs. Her worldview was shocked.
"I'm so full! This meal is definitely the best meal I've ever had in my life..."
Qiao Anle's teeth are showing, but not his eyes. I really want to experience the feeling of eating all you can eat meat every day.
“These days are becoming more and more hopeful…”
Old man Qiao happily picked his teeth with a branch he had found from somewhere.
Not to mention Qiao An, today's meal was the best meal he had ever had in his life.
From now on, let alone every day, even if he could have such a meal occasionally, he would have no regrets even if he died!
"That's right!"
Zhang Lan diligently asked Qiao Ran to clean up the dishes, "It's all thanks to Song Ning!"
She is a contented person!
As long as my children are happy and have money to spend, these are the best days.
"I'll put this pot of sweet and sour pork ribs in the well to keep it cold. I'll heat it up for you tomorrow!"
Song Ning responded obediently. Although she didn't want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs tomorrow, this was Zhang Lan's good intention after all.
"You and Qiao Bo can go to the creek at the entrance of the village to cool down and work off some sweat..."
Zhang Lan cleaned the table with a smile on her face, and asked Qiao Bo to take Song Ning for a walk.
"I'm going too!"
Before Zhang Lan finished speaking, Qiao An jumped up excitedly.
"Brother, let's go have a swimming competition..."
Song Ning rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction. Who wants this burden?
Qiao Bo nodded seriously, but when his family wasn't paying attention, he pinched Song Ning's fingers with his right hand.
"There are too many people at this time. Let's go later in the day!"
The villagers don’t have much to do in the summer. They just go home to sleep when it gets too cold outside.
At this point, the river is probably full of children and adults. It is too crowded to even walk, let alone swim.
After sending Qiao An away, Qiao Bo took Song Ning back to their house.
Qiao Bo had been fed up with Song Ning's wardrobe for a long time, and now that he had some free time, he took the opportunity to help Song Ning tidy it up.
Qiao Ran slept with Zhang Lan these days, which saved Qiao Bo from feeling embarrassed.
"Thank you…"
Qiao Bo raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a handsome smile, and Song Ning was immediately dazzled.
"I know everything you said to my mother!"
"I'm so happy!"
Song Ning rushed to Qiao Bo's body, pouted her lips and tried to get close to Qiao Bo's face.
"What's the use of just saying thank you?! Say something practical!"
Qiao Bo quickly reached out to hold her thigh and turned his face to the side, "Ahem..."
"You are still young now, when you grow up..."
It was the same old cliché again, and Song Ning instantly lost interest.
She jumped off Qiao Bo lacking interest and leaned lazily against the headboard.
"Hmm! It's all up to you!"
Song Ning's performance made it difficult for Qiao Bo to deal with the situation.
He was ready for Song Ning to take action, but suddenly he found that the benefits were gone?
When did Song Ning's temper change?
Qiao Bo cleared his throat, "Ahem...um, you..." Are you sure you don't want to struggle anymore?
Song Ning glanced at him with a half-smile, and knew that he was a reserved person!
"You seem hopeless?"
"Ahem...what are you looking for..."
Qiao Bo almost choked on his own saliva. He did have a little hope in his heart, but could he say it?
Obviously not!
"Just don't hope!"
Song Ning laughed mischievously, "Even if you're tempted, you have to endure it..."
"After all, I still have two months until I reach marriageable age..."
“Ahem…”
Qiao Bo turned his face away in embarrassment. If it was fine, why did it taste different once it entered Song Ning's mouth?
Is it him who is impure, or is it Song Ning who is impure?
Before Qiao Bo could figure it out, Song Ning spoke slowly.
"Don't think about it, let's go out for a while! Your sister will be here soon..."
Sure enough, before Song Ning and Qiao Bo had walked far, they heard Zhang Lan's loud voice from afar.
"Qiao Xin, you and Jianguo haven't eaten yet, right?"
"I've saved some stew for you guys! Come sit down and eat..."
Zhang Lan had just received Song Ning's instructions, and now she was pretending to be ignorant.
She kept asking Qiao Xin and Zhang Jianguo to wash their hands and eat meat, without mentioning the purpose of their visit.
Zhang Jianguo was so anxious that his mouth was full of blisters. His father consulted three or four Feng Shui masters in the afternoon.
A lot of money was spent, but when they saw their graves, they all shook their heads.
When Old Man Zhang saw this situation, he knew that something had happened to their family's cemetery!
He collapsed to the ground all of a sudden, trembling with fear!
At this time, I thought of Song Ning.
He hurriedly asked them to go back to Qiao Xin's parents' home and make sure to invite Song Ning back.
Zhang Jianguo knew that what they did in the afternoon was not good, but he really had no choice, so he shamelessly went to the Qiao family.
Qiao Xin was very dissatisfied with her father-in-law's behavior. His actions in the afternoon did not give her any dignity at all.
Normally, her father-in-law likes to give orders to the couple and wants to control everything!
The whole family has to listen to him.
It was the same this time. It was clearly his doing that offended her sister-in-law.
He acted like nothing had happened and ordered her around confidently...
If it wasn't about the lives of her children Yuanyuan and Jianguo, she wouldn't have gone with them!
Qiao Xin felt aggrieved, and seeing her mother's smiling face, she let Zhang Jianguo wink at her a few times without taking the initiative to speak.
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