Raise your wife to be the richest man

Chapter 14 Liu Piaopiao is drunk 【Seek to follow up the monthly pass】

Simple vegetables are green vegetables, bean sprouts, some tofu, and some chopped green onions.

Put meatballs, probably worried that Song Ci is not enough to eat, Tang Shi also put some bacon slices, the kind of thinly sliced ​​fat and thin pork belly.

Watching her add some lard, it's ready.

It's such a simple meal, I don't know if it's because I'm hungry, Song Ci thinks it's delicious, a meatball, dipped in chili water to add flavor, can eat a few big mouthfuls of rice.

Very ordinary white water hot pot, just feel delicious.

Seeing that Song Ci was eating happily, Tang Shi also started eating. She is not the kind of twitchy girl. When she eats, she is neither rude nor ladylike.

Humming and humming while eating, when the rice in Song Ci's bowl bottomed out, the rice in Tang Shi's bowl also bottomed out.

In the end, the rice in a rice cooker was divided cleanly by them, and he still felt a little unfinished after eating it, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

As I ate and ate, I started grabbing the same.

"Mr. Tang, your cooking is so delicious." Song Ci praised sincerely: "To put it bluntly, I think with your culinary skills, if you open a restaurant, you will definitely attract customers like a cloud and make a lot of money. "

Tang Shi, who couldn't help boasting, blushed a little, and didn't admit that she was good at cooking.

After saying that Song Ci tasted delicious only when he was hungry, he went back to the house, brought him a cup of freshly brewed tea, put the tea away, and began to quickly clean up the clean pots and bowls that had been eaten.

Those beautiful dishes that she carefully selected were put in the pot by her, ready to be taken in for washing.

"You cook, I'll do the dishes! Mr. Tang, I can't do everything for you, I'm sorry!" Song Ci stood up.

Shaking her head, Tang Shi pointed to the table.

"Just wipe the table, you are a big man, how can you do what these women do well?" Tang Shi shook his head and refused him, and turned back to the house to wash the dishes.

It was crisp and neat, and I didn't mean to try at all, and my words and deeds were consistent.

He had no choice but to take a rag and wipe the seat clean before Song Ci put away the table and prepared to take it home for her. When he was at the door, Song Ci asked, "Mr. Tang, may I come in?"

"It's not that I won't let you in, why are you dawdling? Come in!" Tang Shi said with a smile: "So hesitant, I'm not a magic cave."

Song Ci's politeness has always been regarded by Tang Shi as a good upbringing. He can always take into account other people's feelings carefully, and has a considerate feeling.

Putting the table on the place designated by Tang Shi, Song Cicai sat down on the same small sofa in the living room.

Tang Shi's small sofa is covered with a cartoon sofa cover. On the tea table, there are many books, all of which are business books with bookmarks. Most of these books have been read by Song Ci.

The ground was clean, and the living room was piled up with a lot of messy things, some big packages, and a trolley for making snacks. Song Ci also saw a cotton candy machine. part.

The kitchen of Tang poetry is full of smoke and fire, with all kinds of pots and pans, various seasonings, and neat dishes. Some small jars contain things that Song Ci doesn't know. Not far from the window, hanging bacon and sausage, the bacon has a neat cross-section.

At this moment, Tang Shi just finished washing the dishes. After putting them away, looking at Song Ci's curious gaze, Tang Shi smiled and said, "They're all single, what's there to see? My place is messier than yours."

Song Ci doesn't have as many "properties" as hers, and it must be spacious in comparison.

"It's good, you feel like home here, but I just feel like I'm staying here." Song Ci looked at those cute little ornaments, those cartoon wall hooks, and felt that Tang Shi was very attentive.

As Song Ci himself said, he doesn't have the feeling of family like the Tang poets at all. He is also single and lives the same way, but Tang poetry's way of living is different.

Although Song Ci hadn't been here for long, he never thought about buying a lot of things. He always felt that he was a passer-by in this city.

"Family, I don't know where it is. In this life, it may not be possible to marry and herd cattle in Tibet." Tang Shi replied: "The houses in Baiyun City are too expensive."

No matter how to endure it, day and night are reversed, and the down payment cannot be made up.

In the past, Tang Shi loved chasing dreams when she was young and devoted herself to buying a house. Later, she felt that people need to be realistic, at least they must recognize these two words clearly.

After being slapped a few times by life, Tang Shi also gave up those distant dreams.

"300 to [-] per square meter is indeed expensive." Song Ci agrees, two or three million, just buy a small three-bedroom house, sometimes think about it, after the bonus period, there is no need to do such stupid things.

A house is a house, a home is a home, a thing and not a thing.

Millions, many ordinary people, it is difficult to earn that much money in a lifetime of hard work. Everyone has their own answer in their hearts, whether it is worth it or not.

A big city is good, but it's just what most people think.

"In the future, I will go back to the countryside, raise some chickens, ducks and fish, grow some citrus oranges, have a small river in front of the door, have land behind the house, have a vegetable garden for eating vegetables, and have chickens, ducks and fish for meat. It is also very good." Tang Shi said.

It's not that she doesn't want to stay in the city, it's just that she thinks this is a place to struggle, not a place to live in peace, unless she is marrying a local.

Anyway, I have never met that kind of rich second generation, and if I do, I may not be able to like it, and if I like it, I may not be able to achieve a positive result. Even if I twist it, I may not be happy in the future.

Compared with staying in the city and being happy, she thinks happiness is more important.

"Growing beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain, this kind of life is suitable for the elderly, and they leave their hometown to make money. If they come out to hang out, they can hang out anywhere." Song Ci said boldly.

He himself is just messing around, and he is also a person who is going to mess around.

Compared with her hard work and attitude towards life, Tang Shi beat him by a few blocks. Tang Shi is the one who earns money and lives seriously. It can be seen that she still loves life very much.

Even under limited conditions, they are enthusiastic. Song Ci is a salted fish, and Tang poetry is a shark.

"When I had no money, I left my hometown to work hard, and when I had money, I found a rural village with beautiful mountains and rivers to retire. It would be better to stay in the countryside at the beginning, and then go back after going around." Tang Shi thought of those who retired.

Song Ci: "."

At this moment, he thought of his grandparents.

This is how they are. At the beginning, they were in the countryside, came out to work hard, came out to struggle, and when they got rich, they went back to the countryside to provide for the elderly.

After going around and around, he returned to the original place.

"Money can solve 90.00% of nine problems!" Song Ci replied.

In the material age, everyone looks at money and thinks about making money in their hearts. Everyone is like this. It’s not that everything is inseparable from money. The economic base determines the superstructure.

Choice and money are equated, more money means more choices.

"I make money, and I just want my family to live a happier and more relaxed life." Tang Shi never felt that she was making money for money, but for her family.

She is not the kind of person who is eager to look forward to Sichuan, nor is she the kind of person whose desires are hard to fill. Her purpose is very pure and not complicated.

While the two were chatting, the big iron door creaked open.

At the same time, I looked outside, and saw a figure stumbling into the yard, Tang Shi immediately stood up and ran out, and supported the other party before he fell down.

Song Ci saw Liu Piaopiao's drunken appearance, it was hard to imagine that she was a singer, and the smell of alcohol was so strong that he could smell it from a distance of one meter.

"Shishi! Hiccup! Vomit~!"

The spewing vomit, mixed with the smell of alcohol and stomach acid, exuded a feeling of nausea.

Gritting her teeth, Tang Shi helped her to a chair and sat down. Song Ci turned and went back to the house to pour water, came out with a pack of toilet paper, and handed it to Tang Shi.

Liu Piaopiao, who was sober, drank water, wiped his mouth, and started talking nonsense again, getting into Tang Shi's arms and talking about his grievances that didn't make sense.

The summary is that during today's dinner, I almost got lost, ran away, and got home, so I won't go to work in the future.

Quite a tragic thing.

"It's okay, it's a big deal in the future, sister Piao Piao, you sing so well, why can't you find a job? Don't be sad!" Tang Shi comforted her.

"You don't even know that Quan Fuck is a middle-aged man. Woohoo!"

Tang Shi covered Liu Piaopiao's mouth in time, and didn't let her say the rest, blushing, she seemed to know what Liu Piaopiao was going to say.

Bowing down hard, Tang Shi hugged Princess Liu Piaopiao, turned around and said to Song Ci: "You should rest early, I have to take care of Sister Piaopiao."

Song Ci nodded, and watched Liu Piaopiao, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, being carried back to Liu Piaopiao's house by Princess Tang Shi.When Tang Shi opened the door, Liu Piaopiao hung on Tang Shi's body, and Song Ci was puzzled, so is it really light and fluffy?
While going home, Song Ci looked down at the phone, found a number, didn't dial it, and put the phone away again.

He heard vomiting from next door again.

Thinking of the scene just now, Song Ci: Vomit~!

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