The little green plum in Song Shao's arms is so sultry

Chapter 71
She didn't want Song Jin to know her other identities. She didn't expect Song Jin's arrival today, but she should have thought of it long ago.

"These three things, I just ask for a flower, Grandpa Qiu can I change it?" Yu Sheng looked at old man Qiu and asked slowly: "I don't want to destroy such a beautiful and peerless flower, I will try my best to cultivate it." Make a new one, and when it's done growing, I'll return the flowers to you."

Mr. Qiu was a little embarrassed: "But all in all, what you want is just a rare fragrant flower, but you have to exchange these three rare treasures, don't you think it's worthless?"

Yu Sheng smiled: "Since I was a child in the living environment of wealth and brocade, I don't like money and other things so much. I have to pursue a more useful thing, and this flower will give me one of the contributing factors.”

"What does Sheng'er want?"

"Honor," she replied slowly, "a great honor."

Hua, Mr. Qiu has agreed to wait a few days to arrange someone to deliver it to Yu's house. Yu Sheng has nothing to do now, so he proposed to Mr. Qiu: "Grandpa Qiu, I remember that you have a big iron pot here. Best for some traditional pastries."

Old Man Qiu thought for a while before he remembered that he had placed an iron pot in the bamboo forest. He said with some regret: "Sheng'er hasn't been here for more than five years, and the iron pot has been abandoned in the bamboo forest. I'm afraid it's already covered with a layer of dust, why don't I send someone to clean it up?"

Yu Sheng shook his head, and said happily: "The mountain spring water in the bamboo forest is enough to clean. We can do it ourselves. It just so happens that I have learned some techniques for making traditional pastries on the Internet. I am also free now. Why don't I practice my hands?" .”

"Hey, hey," Qiao Anan quit at this time, and she said impatiently: "Shengzi, please make it clear first, when we refer to you and Song Jin, or me and you?"

"Together," Yu Sheng answered her, holding her arm: "I remember that you have always wanted to eat peach blossom cakes. Grandpa Qiu would have some cakes made for the New Year when the peach blossoms are in season. Why don't we make them together today? .”

Qiao Anan said emotionally: "It's hard for you to remember what I like to eat, Sister Qiao, but I'm moved. Are you sure you want to invite such a thing together?"

Yu Sheng didn't answer Qiao An'an's question this time, but thought slowly and murmured to himself: "If clear bamboo is used as fuel, its fragrance will also be imparted to the cakes. The fragrance of peach blossoms is already strong. Together, the taste may become worse."

"It's better to add the fragrance of lilies, which can neutralize their smell." Song Jin, who had been silent all this time, said at this time: "I think that the fragrance of green bamboo and the fragrance of peach blossoms may taste better together. "

The method Song Jin proposed is very good. The lily scent is also light and elegant, which will neutralize some of the peach blossom scent, and with the green bamboo scent, the taste will also be pleasant and elegant.

"Song Jin," Yu Sheng said suddenly at this time, her eyes were burning: "You don't like incense."

Whether in the past or now, Song Jin is not interested in aroma. When she was young, Song Jin always liked to ask Yu Sheng to put the pot of fragrant gardenias raised by Mr. Song in cici's dog house. Cici liked it. Flowers, the snow-white dog hair will always stick to the white petals of gardenias.

When he was in high school, he didn't have the pleasant fragrance of lily of the valley like now. On the contrary, he sometimes had a faint smell of smoke. He knew that Yu Sheng had a keen sense of smell. On bad days, he would not appear in front of Yu Sheng, so as not to be suffocated by the smell of smoke all over his body.

Yu Sheng often told him that her sense of smell does not dislike those stimulating smells, she is no different from a normal person, she can also enter the kitchen or the crowded bar.

Even in the year before he left, Song Jin didn't even know five flowers, but when he came back, he was far more familiar with fragrance than himself.

"Yes," Song Jin said slowly, "I don't like incense."

But the people I love like incense.

So he tried to accept it, letting himself get used to those strong aromas time and time again, soaking himself in bottles of perfume to study, and buying limited edition luxury perfumes like a girl.

For the girl in his heart, he is willing to remain unknown, to accompany her to win honors, and to accompany her to show his edge.

The first time they met when they were young, it was already doomed. He, Song Jin, was destined to have something to do with Yu Sheng in his short life.

He must not delay the girl's wonderful life because of himself.

For some things, he would rather the girl bear grudges for the rest of her life than lose her aura.

The iron pot hadn't been used for a long time. Dust and bamboo leaves covered the whole iron pot. Yu Sheng and Qiao An'an each held a big brush and busied themselves for almost an afternoon before they managed to wash the iron pot. clean.

As a boy, Song Jin was mainly responsible for cutting down the old and dry bamboos for firewood.

Mr. Qiu took a rocking chair, brewed a pot of good tea, and watched the young students busy in a leisurely way: "I have to say, without Sheng'er to dig bamboo shoots, this bamboo is like taking medicine, like crazy long."

Yu Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said breathlessly: "I just finished cleaning the pot, and I completely lost the motivation to make desserts."

Song Jin looked at the washed cauldron with some expectation, and said rather arrogantly: "If you don't know how to do it, I can teach you."

Yu Sheng was so frightened that he pushed Song Jin aside: "Mr. Song, let's make a detour. I don't want to be punished by Yu Sheng for digging up bamboo shoots as soon as I return to China. If you stay here to help cook, I'm afraid that Mr. Qiu's whole bamboo forest, or the whole bamboo shoots, will be destroyed." Small courtyards can be reduced to ashes."

Old Man Qiu stroked his beard: "How can it be so serious, it doesn't matter, your Grandpa Qiu's family is rich, resist manufacturing, go and play at ease."

But before Old Man Qiu said those words for three minutes, Song Jin's series of unbelievable actions forced Old Man Qiu off the rocking chair.

"Who put oil in the fire? Also, it's dish soap, not maple syrup!"

"Stop, stop! How can you start a fire directly in the pile of bamboo leaves? Don't you see that there are dry bamboo firewood all around?"

"Hey, stop, stop!"

Qiao An'an was sitting on the recliner where Mr. Qiu was just now, eating green peaches, and said slowly: "I see that Young Master Song's cooking skills are good, why don't you let him cook the dessert later.

Anyway, Mr. Qiu's family is rich and resists the construction. "

Mr. Qiu stomped out the seventh pile of bamboo leaves that had been ignited because of Song Jin, and looked at Song Jin helplessly, but he still had to maintain a respectful attitude of a master:
"Then you have to ask Xiao Song for his opinion."

(End of this chapter)