Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 199 My husband, it's so cold!

Song Fang rushed in front of her and hugged the person at the door fiercely: "Xiaoxiao, it's good to meet you!"

Although Pei Xiaoxiao was a little puzzled, she still said arrogantly: "Of course, knowing me is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Song Fang followed her words and nodded repeatedly.

Pei Xiaoxiao was surprised.

She thought she would come back.

She looked at the sky and said, "Are you together? Otherwise, I'll go back to cook. It's late."

When they arrived home, Aunt Xu had already washed and cut the dishes.

Pei Xiaoxiao took the time to buy the dishes at noon and asked Aying to send them back to Mingyuan Lane.

After getting off the carriage, Pei Xiaoxiao didn't go to the kitchen, but went straight to the room.

Song Yu was carving ornaments in the room. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he temporarily stopped his movements and turned his head to look at the door.

Sure enough, I saw Pei Xiaoxiao.

She approached him in two steps in three steps, hugged him, rubbed her head against his neck non-stop, and said coquettishly:

"Honey, I miss you so much, do you miss me?"

In this way, it seems that it has not been seen for several years.

She is like this these days.

Song Yu guessed that what happened that day scared her, that's why she was so enthusiastic and clingy recently.

He has an absurd feeling of being cherished by her, held in her palm and cared for, and his mood is quite complicated.

But mostly joy.

He sat her in his arms, held her face in his arms, and kissed her gently on her face.

After a while, she let go of her and asked with a smile, "Do you feel my missing?"

Pei Xiaoxiao giggled and stood up:

"There's a good thing today. I'm going to cook now. You wait a moment. It's all your favorite food."

"What's so good?"

"I'll tell you more tonight... By the way, my sister is here, you can talk to her."

The voices of Song Qi and Song Fang outside just happened to be chattering into the room, and Song Yu's face froze.

Pei Xiaoxiao was a little puzzled: "What? Are you unhappy?"

He forced a smile and said, "No, go get busy."

Pei Xiaoxiao glanced at him, said nothing, got up and walked out.

Watching her leaving back, Song Yu touched his swollen lips and sighed.

A few days ago, when Mother Pei, Aunt Xu and the children saw him like this, the shock was still lingering in their minds.

Honestly, it's embarrassing.

Fu Gang is depressed, very embarrassing.

That night.

Pei Xiaoxiao asked Aying to send Song Qi and Song Qi back to the dormitory of the nail salon, and then turned back to the room.

Song Yu is taking a shower.

She took out a piece of white paper, and took a charcoal pencil to draw on the drawing paper.

Hand cream is a new business based on nail salons.

Whether it is the source of goods, customers, or sales staff, they are all the same group of people and go through the same channel.

The system originally didn't want to give her an extra point.

Pei Xiaoxiao argues that nail styling is a full service, and hand cream is a commodity sale.

The system reluctantly issued 1 point to her.

However, if Pei Xiaoxiao wanted to follow the same pattern and rely on the nail shop to sell some body lotion and the like, the system would never agree to count more points.

Therefore, Pei Xiaoxiao could only start a brand new business.

Pei Xiaoxiao thought it over, she wanted to sell chiffon cakes.

This thing is soft and fragrant, and it is difficult for ordinary people to resist.

If it is made, there is a high probability that it will be popular.

Pei Xiaoxiao has followed the steps on the Internet in her previous life, and her level is relatively amateurish, but it should be enough to fool people here.

To make a chiffon cake, it is an important step to send egg whites.

This requires the use of a whisk.

The one on the drawing is the egg beater, with a large gear rotating at a high speed, it should be able to reach the electric speed.

Pei Xiaoxiao was so absorbed in painting that she didn't notice that Song Yu was pushed into the room.

Serving Song Yu was a young man in his early twenties named Da Zhuang, a simple and honest young man.

After he pushed Song Yu into the room, he backed out silently.

Song Yu didn't bother Pei Xiaoxiao, just doing her own work on the sidelines, looking up at her and the drawings from time to time.

In the late autumn night, Pei Xiaoxiao drew for a while, her hands were a little cold.

She put down the charcoal pencil, breathed into the palm of her hand, and kept rubbing her hands together.

Song Yu put down the carving knife and prediction in his hand, took her hand, rubbed it for her, and asked with a smile:

"What did you draw this thing for?"

Pei Xiaoxiao frowned:
"Master Song, last time I asked you what you want for your birthday, you didn't say... I had to think about it myself, and now I have figured it out, I will make a dessert for you that no one has ever eaten before, called a cake. "

"Oh?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to it."

"Your attitude is so perfunctory."

"How come?" Song Yu called Qu, and asked again, "The birthday present you gave me... cake, what does it have to do with this thing on the paper?"

"You'll need this to make a cake."

"The amount of work is so big?" Song Yu said, "It's so troublesome, why don't you change it, you are so busy with work every day, and you still have to tinker with this stuff."

"Well, don't." Pei Xiaoxiao said, "Actually, if this cake goes well, I plan to open a store...a pastry shop."

Song Yu frowned:

"Xiaoxiao, I heard from my sister that your business in the nail salon is very good, plus your income from seasoning in Jiujiang Tower is already considerable, there is no need to make yourself so tired."

Pei Xiaoxiao shook her head, and said seriously: "It must be done, it's very important...it's related to..."

Having said that, she paused.

The system is so weird that ordinary people may not be able to accept it.

Song Yu was probably no exception.

Moreover, even if he believed it, Pei Xiaoxiao didn't really want to say it.

Now that they are in a good relationship, if she tells him her hole cards, maybe nothing will happen.

But what if one day they fall out?
She couldn't guarantee that the two of them would last forever.

Pei Xiaoxiao believed in human nature very much.

And people's hearts are the easiest to change.

She smiled and said, "Anyway, I like to make troubles. Doing manicures is also work, and making cakes is also work, and there is no difference."

After thinking about it, she explained one more sentence: "The nail salon is on the right track, and I will recruit a few more employees next, and then I can get out and not be tired."

Song Yu could see the reservation in her words.

He didn't ask further, and knew that he couldn't persuade her, he just said: "It's getting late, you should go take a bath too, and get some rest earlier."

Pei Xiaoxiao nodded, found a change of clothes, and went to the clean room.

When she came out, Mother Pei called her to the room, poked her on the forehead and told her not to mess around, to save Song Yu some face.

Song Yu came out for dinner this afternoon. The two little girls, Song Qi and Song Fang, noticed his mouth full of teeth marks at a glance. The little girl blushed and had strange eyes.

The atmosphere can be as awkward as it needs to be.

Mother Pei was talking about this, and Pei Xiaoxiao knew it.

She made a mistake and listened to the training honestly.

Pei Xiaoxiao didn't wear much, her hands and feet started to get cold, and Mother Pei didn't even intend to stop.

She had no choice but to interrupt Mother Pei:
"Mother, if Song Yu stays alone in the room for too long, his thoughts will go wild. I have to go back quickly to accompany him."

Mother Pei: "..."

She rolled her eyes: "Hurry up and go."

Pei Xiaoxiao giggled twice, and ran back to the room in a hurry.

Song Yu had already lay down, the oil lamp on the side of the desk had been extinguished, and there was only one on the side of the bed.

Pei Xiaoxiao closed the door, poked her hands and threw herself on the bed.

Lifting the quilt, he got into Song Yu's bed.

"Sir, it's so cold!"

As she spoke, she stretched her cold hands towards his neck, and put her feet into his arms.

"hiss--"

Song Yu gasped.

(End of this chapter)