Although Su Mujin didn't like such meaningless family gatherings, it was difficult for her to refute Mr. Song.
The two families live so close to each other, and Mr. Song is old. He hopes that the family can sit together and have a meal once a week. No matter how you look at it, this request is not excessive at all.
If Su Mujin fails to meet even this requirement and sends Mr. Song away, others will definitely point fingers at her and say that he is unfilial.
In order to avoid being accused of being unfilial, Su Mujin went to the next yard with everyone else at noon the next day.
But I didn't go there empty-handed.
Su Mujin went out on a bicycle in the morning.
When I came back, I brought a roast chicken and a portion of braised pork.
These are all bought from state-owned restaurants. They are steaming hot, crispy, soft and tender, and the portion is quite large.
In addition, there are soft and crispy desserts such as honey sandwiches, peach cakes, and egg cakes.
Mr. Song is old, and his teeth are not as good as those of young people.
Hard snacks like glutinous rice noodles are no longer suitable for him.
Of course, except for Mr. Song, everyone else in the room can eat glutinous rice noodles.
But why should I buy a house for my son?
It is filial piety to not come here empty-handed and bring some food for Mr. Song.
Buying things for your roommate alone?
That's totally unnecessary!
Su Mujin handed the things she bought to Song Muxue and Chen Yuehua, while she held Su Boyao's hand, and Song Huaian walked in front.
The group quickly went into the next room.
The living room was warm, the stove was burning, and the chimney smoke was sent outside, so the room was not choking.
Old Master Song was sitting not far from the stove, reading a book, with tea on the table beside him.
Seeing several people coming in, Mr. Song put down the book in his hand, greeted them with a smile, and asked them to sit down.
As soon as Song Muxue sat down, she took a few deep breaths. "The smell in this room is so good! It's fragrant and sweet. The more I smell it, the hungrier I get! Grandpa, what's that smell?"
Old Master Song chuckled, "Isn't this the smell of apples and oranges? Your Aunt Jiang came up with the idea of roasting orange and apple peels on the edge of the stove. She said it makes the house smell nice this way."
When Su Mujin heard how Mr. Song addressed Jiang Rong, her heart moved.
It seems that Mr. Song is very satisfied with the nanny Jiang Rong!
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Jiang Rong walking out of the kitchen with a tray in her hand with a few bowls on it.
"We have to wait a while before eating. This is the fermented glutinous rice wine with brown sugar that I made. Muxue, Mujin, Boyao, and sister-in-law, you all should try it. Big brother, do you want some?"
Song Huaian immediately shook his head, "I don't want to eat."
Jiang Rong's smile became even brighter. "I knew that men don't like to eat this. The old man doesn't eat it, my brother doesn't eat it, and even Zhigang doesn't eat it, so I didn't make it for you."
When saying this, Jiang Rong's tone was casual.
Whether in the way she dresses or the way she speaks and acts, Jiang Rong doesn't look like a nanny.
More like...the mistress of this house!
When this thought appeared in Su Mujin's mind, Su Mujin herself was shocked.
How could she think that?
Just as she was thinking about it, Jiang Rong looked over and brought a bowl to her.
"Mujin, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and eat! You're a medical student, so tell us, is this brown sugar and egg fermented glutinous rice good to eat?"
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