Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Song Yu: "..."

His face was serious: "The energy and blood are surging... Besotted?"

Hong Shan sighed: "It's a bit like... I didn't expect her mental endurance to be so poor. If I knew it, I wouldn't help her promote it, and what happened today would not happen."

She looked remorseful and annoyed.

Song Yu murmured, "It's probably not because of anger, Xiaoxiao also vomited blood for no reason before...you don't have to blame yourself."

"Really?" Hong Shan felt relieved, and said again, "What's wrong with this?"

"Thank you Miss Hong for telling me..." Song Yu smiled and thanked, "I still have something to do here, see you later."

Just as Hong Shan left, another voice called Song Yu to stop.

"Young Master Song!" Zhou Xuan's baby face came to his eyes, "Are you waiting for me?"

He smiled.

Song Yu took a deep breath: "Yes, I want to trouble you with something."

Zhou Xuan grinned, and dimples appeared on his cheeks: "Young Master Song, you are too polite. Others are not good at it, but you, our Highness, always respond to requests."

Song Yu clenched his fists.

Zhou Xuan didn't seem to notice, and grabbed Song Yu's shoulder: "Let's go, let's have a drink."

Mingyuan Lane.

In the middle of the afternoon, Pei Xiaoxiao woke up in a daze.

Staring at the top of the tent for a while, my mind cleared up and turned slowly.

You can't bet all your hopes on nail art, you have to find another way.

In fact, her first thought was to make milk tea, double skin milk and other small sweet drinks.

This kind of thing was popular all over the world in the previous life, and it has its own charm.

However, here, milk is rare.

The high cost of raw materials directly prevents ordinary people from doing business.

And milk tea, in fact, many cooks in official and noble families can make it.

The market is less clear.

As for double skin milk.

It is also limited by the raw material of milk, the finished product will be more expensive, the audience is small, it may not be able to make money, and it is difficult to form an income channel that can run automatically.

Spinning back and forth with all kinds of money-making ideas in your mind is either unworkable or too time-consuming.

All she needs now is time.

Sighing heavily, he stood up slowly.

As soon as he sat up, a voice came from the Liang family's room separated by a wall.

Liang's family, Shangfang Westinghouse.

"Sister Qingqing, I found out that Jiujiang Tower seems to have a new dish recently, it's delicious, let's try it tonight?"

The person who spoke was a young man with a fair face and soft facial features. His eyebrows and eyes were still a little immature, and he should not be in his weak years.

His name is Pan Yang, and he is Liang Qingqing's incumbent.

"Ahem... Xiao Yangyang, how about my sister cooking for you tonight? The new dishes I learned recently are also very good."

"Ah..." Pan Yang couldn't hide his disappointment.

But he still forced a smile: "Sister's cooking must be delicious."

Of course, my benefactor should be coaxed well.

The two got bored for a while, and Pan Yang stuck to Liang Qingqing and continued to act like a baby:
"Sister Qingqing, I saw a very beautiful fan yesterday, I really like it."

Liang Qingqing hugged the white and tender little milk dog in her arms, and sighed in her heart.

I have no income recently, so it is really difficult to raise such a cat.

She was afraid that she would not be able to satisfy his request, so she seldom invited him to play recently.

Reluctantly pinching his tender face, he said, "How much does it cost?"

Pan Yang frowned: "Not much, just 20 taels."

20 taels...

Since making the last order a month ago, she has saved money on food and expenses, and now only 17 taels are left.

Thinking about it, she patted the little milk dog's head and coaxed warmly: "Little Yangyang, it's cold, why do you use a fan, others will say you're crazy."

Pan Yang's eye circles suddenly turned red:
"Sister, don't you love me anymore? You don't like to come to me recently, you don't buy me things I like, and you don't even want to take me to restaurants... Do you have someone else behind my back? ?”

As he spoke, tears filled his eyes.

Liang Qingqing looked distressed: "No, no... Don't cry... My sister's money is a little tight recently, so let's wait two more months, after two months, my sister will buy it for you."

When Pan Yang heard this, he was stunned, tears were hanging on his eyelashes, and he couldn't help falling.

Looks lovely and innocent.

But in my heart I was annoyed.

Depend on!
These two sisters, who doesn't know that they like the new and dislike the old?
Keeping a little lover never exceeds three months.

He has been dating her for two months.

Wait two more months, so he won't be laid off directly?

Where else can I get money?
Pan Yang's expression turned ugly: "Sister Qingqing, are you serious?"

"Don't be annoyed, sister, what you say is true, and I will definitely buy it for you in two months."

"You have someone else behind my back, so you are perfunctory me!"

The teardrops in his eyes finally rolled down.

I really feel sorry for you.

Liang Qingqing took care of her little lover for the purpose of making herself happy.

Now she coaxed him again and again, but he didn't know how to restrain his temper, so he didn't know how to flatter him.

Her face also darkened: "Pan Yang, what's your attitude?"

"What's my attitude? Don't you see how you treat me? Do you want to prostitute me?"

"..."

The two quarreled loudly.

Courtyard No. [-], the landlord's house.

Pei Xiaoxiao put on her coat slowly.

She really didn't mean to listen to the conversations and quarrels across the wall.

She just has no strength and is a little slow.

But after listening to the corner for a while, she thought of a way.

Looking for clothing stores, jewelry stores, and rouge shops to cooperate with, she has no skills at all.

Aren't there two talented people next door?

Anyway, taking care of a puppy...was quite expensive.

Get out of the room.

Pei Xiaoxiao turned around and found that Song Yu was not at home.

Song Yu has been working hard recently, carving small ornaments whenever he has time.

He also boiled oil at night to catch up with work, and advised him not to burn his eyes under the oil lamp, but he would not listen.

Nothing seems to be going on today, why is he not at home?

She was about to ask Mother Pei if Song Yu said hello before going out, when there was a sound of hooves slapping at the door.

Pei Xiaoxiao turned her head.

It's Song Yu.

"Master Song, where have you been?" She trotted forward and hugged him, sniffing in his arms, "Huh? Have you been drinking?"

Song Yu lowered his eyes, touched her head, took her hand, and walked together to the mule shed:

"Well, I met an old friend."

"Are you still feeling sick? Have you taken your medicine? Are you hungry? I brought you your favorite shrimp dumpling."

After a series of questions, Pei Xiaoxiao was delighted and moved.

Hearing the shrimp dumpling, she giggled, "Thank you, Mr...."

As he said that, he reached out to take out the oily paper bag: "I will drink the medicine after eating the dumplings."

Pei Xiaoxiao was indeed starving.

The shrimp dumplings are still warm, and they taste really delicious.

Song Yu poured a glass of warm water in the kitchen and put it beside her hand: "Eat slowly."

As he said that, he went to pour the medicine for recuperating his body, and sat down beside her.

His girl is still the same as last year, she looks like a little hamster when she eats, cute and funny.

Actions and demeanor are as lively as ever.

But his body and complexion were indeed much worse.

Song Yu's brows and eyes were worried, and his eyes were completely glued to her face.

Pei Xiaoxiao couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

The worry on his face was too obvious, and she felt a little heavy.

She took a deep breath, picked one up and stuffed it into Song Yu's mouth, deliberately joking:

"Okay, okay, I know you are greedy, don't stare at my ration with such eyes."