A small farmer's daughter-in-law

Chapter 172 Chapter 172
Lin Song kept on chopping the dumpling stuffing without resting his hands, and said in a frightened voice.

"Of course, if you look at my appearance, you will know that if I want to be a chef, I will have to fascinate all the beauties in China."

Lin Xiaoxiao: "..." Can you make me a little more speechless?

By the way, how did Lin Song get such a thick skin?Lin Xiaoxiao expressed her admiration in her heart.

How about some sunshine?
So Lin Xiaoxiao turned her attention to Aunt Wu who was making noodles and preparing to roll the dumpling wrappers, and if she chatted with this kid Lin Song, she might be so proud that she was about to fly into the sky.

"By the way, Aunt Wu, what's for soup tonight?"

The staple food is of course dumplings, so I have to make some soup or something to drink!
We can't make a dumpling soup and let everyone drink it casually, Lin Xiaoxiao is not a casual person.

This life, you have to live it delicately, dress up beautifully every day, eat delicately, dress delicately, this is the pursuit of life.

While kneading the noodles in her hand, Aunt Wu used her chin to push a large plate not far away.

"When I came back from the vegetable market before, I saw that the sixties were a bit fresh, so I got some sixties and bought a bundle of green vegetables. I will make a sixty-year-old vegetable soup later."

Eat a few dumplings, and have a bowl of delicious sixtieth green vegetable soup. This day is not considered rich, but it is very comfortable to think about it.

"Sixtieth year green vegetable soup? It looks pretty good."

I don't know why, after arriving at Lin Xiaoxiao's place for a while, Lin Song felt unprecedented comfort and warmth, even a sense of home.

Lin Song, who was chopping dumpling stuffing, raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth raised a small arc, showing a dimple.

Alas, I have to say that this kid Lin Song looks like a dog, and if it is in the 21st century, he probably won't lose to those little traffic stars.

Lin Xiaoxiao stood beside her, staring at Lin Song speechlessly.

"Chop your dumpling stuffing well. I'll make dumplings later. I'll soak my sixties in clean water to make them spit out the dirty water. I'll make soup later."

Lin Song got up immediately, stood at attention, saluted a standard military salute, and pretended to be serious.

"Obey, boss!"

After finishing speaking, with a ruffian smile on the corner of his mouth, he went to chop dumpling stuffing.

The three of them worked together, and quickly made preparations for making dumplings. Of course, under Lin Xiaoxiao's deliberate praise, Lin Song was extremely diligent tonight.

After chopping the dumpling stuffing, I immediately followed the big guys to make dumplings. Although the dumplings were covered with flour and the dumplings were not very attractive, the whole small yard was full of laughter.

After eating and drinking enough to leave Lin Xiaoxiao's small yard, Lin Song was so full of food. It is said that when this guy sat in the driver's cab, he used a pillow to support his back to support himself. Belly drove back.

When Lin Xiaoxiao heard Lin Song say this, it was already three days later.

At this time, they had already invited an engineering team from Jiang City to repair houses. The craftsmanship was not very good, but at least it was much better than the engineering team in Fengcheng. Lin Xiaoxiao accepted it patiently.

It is commendable that Lin Song has been running errands beside Lin Xiaoxiao for the past few days, and he is not a bit diligent.

Especially after knowing that the daily limit of Dongfang Electric Power that he holds is at the opening of the market, his motivation to work has become stronger, and his admiration for Lin Xiaoxiao has increased a bit in his heart. No, he is carrying a large bucket of mortar upstairs. run.

The third floor of the house at No. [-] Xuefu Road in Fengcheng No. [-] Middle School is the house that Lin Xiaoxiao plans to live in after renovation, so the requirements for the renovation are relatively high, but the engineering team invited by Jiangshi is not enough.

In particular, there is a shortage of small workers for mixing cement, mortar and white lime powder. These days, mixing cement and mortar is done manually, and mixer trucks are just legends.

Lin Song became that hard-working little worker, mixing sand and ash on the first floor every day, and mixing cement slurry to supply the engineering team.

He was so tired that he almost doubted his life. Every time he wanted to stop, Lin Xiaoxiao unconsciously reminded him that the stock price had reached its daily limit again, so a certain temporary worker resumed his work with full of energy.

It can be seen that the power to make money is infinite!

The night was getting darker, and the night was like a big curtain covering the entire Fengcheng. Zhou Suran sat at the dining table, staring at the sumptuous food on the dining table, feeling as if something was missing in his heart.

Taking the white rice served by the nanny at home with one hand, Zhou Suoran's eyes lingered from one plate to another, all of which were his favorite dishes.

But today, I don't know if it's because of too much work or because of the hot weather, Zhou Moran looked at a table full of sumptuous meals, but he didn't even have any appetite.

The nanny Wang Ma stood beside her, watching Zhou Suanran not put down her chopsticks for a long time, the worry in her eyes should not be too obvious, she quickly asked in a soft voice.

"Master, isn't today's dish not to your liking?"

The madam transferred her from the capital to the young master's side, so that the young master could eat well after he left home.

Wang Ma is an old servant of the Zhou family!The dishes they cook have always been delicious, and the Zhou family seems to like Wang Ma's cooking skills very much.

Wang Ma followed the current Mrs. Zhou, Wang Tingfang, when she was a little girl, and watched as Mrs. Wang gave birth to the young master and raised him to such an age, and transferred him to the border town.

It can be said that Zhou Suoran was regarded as half of her son, so when Wang Tingfang asked her to follow Zhou Suoran from the capital to Fengcheng, Wang Ma did not complain at all.

Because Zhou Suoran loved to eat her dishes since she was a child, she has already been familiar with Zhou Suoran's tastes and what Zhou Suoran likes to eat for so many years. Mama Wang knows much more than Zhou Suoran's biological mother, Wang Tingfang.

Zhang Zihao was sitting next to him, holding a bowl, eating like a piglet, with his mouth full of food, he replied vaguely.

"No, today's dishes are as delicious as usual!"

While talking, he still didn't forget to pick up a crab's thigh, bite it open with a snap, suck out the delicious crab meat inside and eat it.

Wang Ma: "..."

I'm not asking you, what's your answer?

Thinking of this, Wang Ma sighed faintly in her heart.

It would be great if the young master was as easy to support as Zhang Zihao.

It's a pity, the young master's character is deeply hidden, and his taste is also unpredictable.

Just like today, the dishes on the table are all the young master's favorite dishes on weekdays, but he didn't move his chopsticks in a daze.

"Wang Ma, you are overthinking, today's dishes are not bad."

Zhou Suoran raised his eyes, his dark eyes swished across Zhang Zihao who was eating happily, Zhang Zihao who was eating freely was swept away by Zhou Suoran's eyes.

Dun felt that the crab meat he just ate didn't seem so delicious, so he quickly lifted the bowl to cover his face, and continued to eat!
(End of this chapter)