Of course, "storing the wind and gathering the energy" is an idealized environmental model.
In real life, as long as the terrain or building behind is higher than that in front, the terrain or building on the left is higher than that on the right, and the hall is open, this environment has the conditions for "hiding wind and gathering energy".
A house that can keep away harmful winds and harmful air and store up beneficial winds and beneficial air is called a "wind-storey and air-gathering" house.
If a house wants to be a place where winds and energy are gathered, it must first have sufficient sunlight, air circulation, and appropriate temperature and humidity.
If the house you live in is located in a place with strong winds, even if there is "strong energy" condensed, it will be blown away by the strong wind.
On the contrary, if the wind is too slow, the air will not circulate and better aura will not be introduced.
The location of the small building where Grandpa and Grandma Song live clearly has a feng shui pattern of "hiding wind and gathering energy".
The location of the small building was obviously chosen by an expert, and the location is very good.
People who live here for a long time will have an open mind and enjoy both happiness and longevity.
"Ning Ning is here..."
Grandma Song was very happy to see Song Ning. She took Song Ning's hand with one hand and Song Wan's hand with the other and sat on the sofa.
"Sure enough! Grandma completely forgot about me after she saw her sisters!"
Song Rui frowned and whispered, "Other families value boys over girls, but ours is just the opposite."
Grandma Song glanced at him with a smile, then nodded seriously, "Indeed!"
Song Rui immediately cooperated and made a crying face, which made everyone laugh.
Grandma Song had silver-white hair, wore a well-cut long-sleeved dress, had neatly trimmed nails, and had a gentle and polite manner, which made people feel good about her.
As a veteran face control person, Song Ning completely forgot about Qiao Bo after meeting Grandma Song.
Grandma Song’s dressing style is not inferior to others even in the developed countries of self-media.
Who doesn’t love such a delicate and charming “young lady”!
"Grandma, I miss you so much..."
Song Ning leaned on Grandma Song's arm happily and acted coquettishly.
Grandma Song looked at her with a deliberately stern face, "Really? If you really missed me, why didn't you come to see me for such a long time?"
"Grandma, it's my fault... It's none of Ningning's fault!"
Qiao Bo was afraid that Grandma Song would blame Song Ning, so he quickly stepped forward and took the responsibility on himself.
"Look... this kid is taking it seriously!"
Grandma Song pointed at Qiao Bo and started laughing, and Song Ning also covered her mouth and laughed.
"That's a good husband! The boss found a good husband for Ning Ning!"
Grandpa Song also praised Qiao Bo, "Good job!"
"yes!"
Qiao Bo clenched his fingers shyly. Sometimes the more you care, the more nervous you become...
Although Grandma Song kept holding Song Wan'er's hand, no one ignored her.
But seeing how familiar Song Ning was with everyone, Song Wan clenched her fingers.
"Sister Song Ning, let's go to the kitchen and help mom! I'm afraid she can't handle it..."
Song Wan suddenly stood up and said to Song Ning with a smile.
Song Ning was slightly stunned. Helping in the kitchen?
Grandpa Song has a special chef here, and because today is a family gathering, he didn't let those people come.
But the chef had already prepared all the dishes needed for lunch, so Fu Xinyi only had to simply heat up a few individual dishes.
Song Wan had just returned to the Song family and might not be aware of this, so Song Ning didn't mention it and just nodded slightly.
Grandma Song smiled more deeply, "Good children! They are all good children! I know I love you so much..."
Qiao Bo wanted to stand up to help, but Song Ning gently held him down, "I'll go with Song Wanxuan! You can talk to Grandpa and the others for a while..."
As long as she doesn’t have to cook, Song Ning feels that she can do it!
Besides, she also wanted to see what Song Wan's purpose was...
"Why are you here? There's nothing going on here. Mrs. Zhang has almost dealt with everything..."
Fu Xinyi was just helping out in the kitchen; the one who was really busy was Mrs. Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang works neatly and efficiently, and is frank in what she says and does. She has been working for Grandpa Song for several years.
"I asked Sister Song Ning to help... I thought you were the only one busy in the kitchen..."
Song Wan bit her lower lip, "When I was...at home, the women in the village were busy preparing meals for the family..."
"They can only eat the leftovers on the table after others have eaten their fill..."
“I thought you felt the same way…”
After Song Wan finished speaking, she clenched her fingers and lowered her head anxiously.
Fu Xinyi's face immediately showed pity. It was still her own father who cared about her...
"Good boy..."
"Xinyi, the food is almost ready. Do you want to serve it out now or later?"
Mrs. Zhang called Fu Xinyi, and Fu Xinyi patted Song Wan's hand, signaling her not to be restrained.
"Wait until Wenbo and the others arrive before serving it outside..."
Before Fu Xinyi could finish her words, she was interrupted by a deep and broad male voice.
"The dishes are ready! It seems we are late..."
Song Wenbo walked in with his usual smile on his face. "Zifen has something to do at work, so I'm worried about her coming. I'll trouble you today, sister-in-law..."
Song Wenbo always had a smile on his face when he spoke, which made people feel no disgust.
"Look at what you said..."
"Everyone knows the nature of Zifen's work, so we can't delay!"
Li Zifen is the chief physician of the hospital. She is very busy at work. Not to mention Fu Xinyi, even Song Wenbo counts her every time he sees her.
"Grandpa... Grandma... Uncle..."
Behind Song Wenbo followed two young men with different looks, Song Zirui and Song Tianheng.
Although they are twins, they don't look alike at all and their personalities are completely different.
"Second Uncle...Brother Zirui, Brother Tianheng..."
Song Rui stood up and greeted them warmly. Although his father was the eldest, he got married late, so he and Song Wan were later in generation.
Song Ning and Song Wan also politely called people.
Song Wenbo responded with a smile, and asked Song Zirui and Song Tianheng to help serve the dishes.
Song Ning brought over the last pot of soup, and the dishes were almost ready.
"Sister Song Ning, let me do it!"
Song Wan came over and stretched out her hands towards the soup bowl, trying to take the soup bowl from Song Ning's hand.
"Need not…"
Song Ning looked at her speechlessly. Why had she been doing this before?
When she brought the pot of soup just now, Song Wan didn't know why she just stood there motionless, as if she didn't see anything.
She's about to bring it out, why is she rushing to show off?
The soup bowl was not hot when I first held it in my hand, but it became a little hot after a while.
Song Ning was already a little overwhelmed, and Song Wan was still nagging here, which made Song Ning gradually get irritated.
"Get out of the way!"
"Sister Song Ning...I..."
Song Wan looked up pitifully, but a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Song Ning raised her eyebrows. What kind of disease is this, girl?
Facial schizophrenia?
Soon Song Ning knew what Song Wan was up to...
Song Wan quickly pushed the soup basin with her hand, and the soup in the basin was about to pour onto Song Ning.
Song Ning subconsciously tilted the soup bowl outwards, but Song Wan's hand was waiting for her on the side!
Song Ning was unable to stop in time, and some of the soup spilled directly onto Song Wan's hands.
"ah…"
Song Wan screamed and cried to Song Ning: "Sister Song Ning, I just want to help you..."
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