Portable Space: Traveling through Nongmen

Chapter 108
Looking at Shen Yingshu's confused eyes, Song Qingsheng finally realized that he was thinking too much just now.

But who would have thought that Shen Yingshu came here at night just to give away a bowl of stewed chicken with mushrooms.

He sighed helplessly, "Don't do this next time, it's already this time, it's so dark outside, our two families are far away, and there are no other people around, so accidents are easy to happen."

"Brother Qingsheng, I have a sense of propriety."

Seeing Song Qingsheng speak so seriously, Shen Yingshu inexplicably had the feeling that he was nagged by his grandfather in his previous life when he was young, and replied weakly with some embarrassment.

"It's okay to be modest. We live close to the forest, and the plan can't keep up with the changes. Do you have the ability to predict, in case something happens..."

Speaking of what would happen, Song Qingsheng subconsciously silenced, and secretly regretted in his heart,
Don't let the crow's mouth hit the mark, how unlucky it is.

"Anyway, don't come here so late again in the future, and be more careful."

"ok, I get it."

Song Qingsheng was so serious about it, and Shen Yingshu was not a person who didn't know what was good and what was bad.

After all, Song Qingsheng was thinking of himself. It is indeed late now. If she hadn't come back a little late this time and the stewed chicken had been stewed for a while, it wouldn't have been delayed until now.

But the chickens were all stewed, so he wanted to send some fresh ones to Grandma Song, otherwise they would be called leftovers tomorrow.

There is no reason to give leftovers to others.

"Then have you all eaten, or you can stay here and finish your meal before going back."

Song Qingsheng touched the copper pot in his hand, and could feel the heat inside through the hanging.

Shen Yingshu should have brought this dish to her home just after it was cooked, so Song Qingsheng guessed that the mother and son hadn't eaten yet.

Thinking about letting them be orphaned and widowed now that it was dark, and the helpless mother and son just go back like this, he was really worried.

He simply left the two of them to eat here, and after the meal was over, he personally sent them back.

"No need, there is still hot food on the stove at home, and I can eat it now when I go back." Shen Yingshu shook her head quickly.

"Let's eat here, don't worry about other things, I will take you back after you finish eating." Song Qingsheng's face was very tough, "If you don't listen to me, then I won't accept this dish."

"...That's fine." Shen Yingshu nodded and agreed without holding on.

Song Qingsheng even took the initiative to say that he had gone back. She couldn't say that I could get there safely without you.

Now I call Song Qingsheng brother anyway, and I can't always refuse his kindness.

Hearing that Shen Yingshu agreed, Song Qingsheng's tough face softened a little.

He turned sideways and let two people in, "Come in and sit down first, I'm cooking, and I can eat in a while. Go sit in the room for a while, and talk to grandma."

Hearing that the meal was not ready yet, Shen Yingshu had the nerve to sit in the room, and she offered to help, "Anyway, I'm idle and I'm idle, Brother Qingsheng, let me help you."

After she finished speaking, she patted Bao'er on the shoulder by the way, "Bao'er, why don't you go to the house and chat with Grandma Song?"

"it is good."

On the matter of cooking, Bao'er can't help much, and if his mother asks, he won't refuse.

So Bao'er went to accompany Grandma Song, and Shen Yingshu followed Song Qingsheng into the kitchen.

Although the lonely man and the widow live in the same room, if she is a widow and Song Qingsheng, a hunter, stays in the same room, bad news may spread.

But now there are only the two of them in this family. Besides, Song Qingsheng asked himself to call him brother, and still treats him as his own sister, so she can't be too strange to him.

Her careful handling of the degree can not only make Song Qingsheng feel that he really treats him as his brother, but also have a good relationship with him, so that he won't overdo it and make him feel uncomfortable.

In the kitchen, Song Qingsheng's cooking for the evening was almost ready.

Grandma Song has been in poor health these days, and Song Qing has been cooking soup all day long (actually, she is not good at stir-fried meat dishes. Every time the fried meat is either too hard or mushy, she cannot eat it at all.)
Today is no exception, Song Qingsheng's craftsmanship is still the same.

Thinking that Grandma Song would get tired of drinking chicken soup all day long, after Song Qingsheng went to the street to sell the prey he hunted to restaurants, he went to the butcher to buy a few catties of ribs and an old duck.

At this time, the ribs were already stewed on the stove, and besides the rib soup, Grandma Song couldn't eat too much.

So Song Qingsheng originally wanted to stir-fry some vegetables to fill his stomach.

But he didn't come to the meeting with Shen Yingshu and Bao'er.

After Song Qingsheng came back with the clay pot, he first found a plate and poured out the stewed chicken and mushrooms inside.

Shen Yingshu brought a lot of food, Song Qingsheng took a plate and didn't put it all down, and took another bowl before he was discouraged, "There are so many."

When he was carrying the clay pot just now, he felt that the weight inside must not be less, but he didn't expect there to be so much.

"I did a little more." Shen Yingshu smiled back.

She couldn't just say that she sent more on purpose.

Seeing Shen Yingshu's explanation, Song Qingsheng didn't say anything else, just nodded slightly, "You sent so many chickens stewed with mushrooms, I stewed ribs soup, and I can cook two more dishes later to eat."

"Okay, if there's anything I can help with here, brother Qingsheng, feel free to mention it." Shen Yingshu said and stepped forward, picking up the menu that Song Qingsheng put down before.

There are unfinished dishes on the table.

Song Qingsheng didn't show politeness to Shen Yingshu either, and nodded slightly, "Then I'll let you cut this dish first, I'll go out to get some things, and I'll be right back."

There are not many ingredients in the kitchen, and the home he built is closer to the forest than Shen Yingshu's home, and small animals often visit the home.

He often has to go hunting, and Grandma Song is not in good health, so she can't do small animals.

If I put the bought vegetables directly in the kitchen, I'm afraid they will be messed up by the group of small animals and I won't be able to eat them anymore.

So their dishes are usually placed in the closet in the house.

Although Shen Yingshu didn't know what Song Qingsheng was going to do, she could vaguely guess.

But it's none of her business, his main task now is to chop vegetables.

Shen Yingshu withdrew her mind and concentrated on picking up the big knife to chop vegetables. If she accidentally cut her hand, it would be a big deal.

After cutting the vegetables and putting them aside, Shen Yingshu was just about to go out and ask Song Qingsheng if the vegetables needed to be washed again.

I saw Song Qingsheng coming back with some ingredients in his arms.

(End of this chapter)