On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Song Tang had expected it.

She has been in contact with the Liu family for many years, and she has long been familiar with their peeing habits.

On the contrary, Liu Mian felt something was wrong: "He is a bodyguard, not a chef, not to mention that Si Wei attaches great importance to him."

Old Mrs. Liu said: "My subordinates are servants, and servants are meant to serve others. No matter how much Si He values ​​​​him, he can still be more important than you. Let him cook a meal and you are not wronging him."

Liu Mian thought the same thing.

She asked Song Tang: "Xiao Dou, can you cook?"

Although it was a question, Liu Mian clearly had an oppressive attitude.

It seems that as long as Song Tang says no, Liu Mian can immediately bring out a bunch of class relations to convince Song Tang.

Song Tang tugged at the corners of his lips and nodded.

Then he turned and went to the kitchen.

Old Mrs. Liu said proudly: "You see, a servant is a servant. The more polite you are to him, the more he will offend you. It takes more training to make them recognize their identity. I really think that my salary is for free." ?”

Liu Mian didn't care about this, she cared more about her face.

Zhou Silai had already promised to ask Song Tang for the ointment. If Song Tang knew that the ointment was for her, he would definitely be stunned to death.

Song Tang was clinking in the kitchen. From the sight of Mrs. Liu and others, they could see Song Tang's back skillfully throwing a spoon, and Song Tang's calm and unhurried attitude when the flames in the pot jumped up to one meter high.

Mrs. Liu nodded: "This young man is good at cooking."

Half an hour later, four dishes and one soup were served.

Liu Chengye was hungry for a long time, so he put down his mobile phone first and sat down at the dining table.

Suddenly it was like being struck by lightning.

His face wrinkled and he asked Song Tang: "What are these things, charcoal-roasted corpses?"

The dishes in front of me were all burnt black without exception.

Seeing that Song Tang didn't speak, Liu Chengye slammed the table hard: "I'm asking you, why is the food so dark!"

Liu Mian came over and said, "He is mute and can't speak."

Old Mrs. Liu came over, pinched a piece of ribs and chewed it twice, her mouth was full of oil: "It's a bit too hot, but the taste is okay. If you do this again next time, your salary will be deducted."

And next time?

Song Tang sneered, most people are not lucky enough to eat her food, you should take it easy.

Seeing that Mrs. Liu was eating well, Liu Chengye also put down his arrogance and started eating.

Liu Mian only drank some soup because her jaw was injured and it hurt when she moved.

Liu Mian said politely: "Xiao Dou, stop standing, sit down and eat."

Song Tang smiled, put one hand behind his back, stepped forward half a step, and dipped his other hand in water to write on the dining table.

"I am a servant and cannot sit at the same table as the master."

Mrs. Liu was so complimented that she wiped the oil on her mouth with a kerchief: "You are right to have such a consciousness. The servants of a wealthy family have to stand behind the master. No matter how delicious the master's food is, the servants will You can’t even drool, you know?”

Song Tang nodded.

Liu Mian didn't say anything.

After several people finished eating, they went upstairs with satisfaction, leaving a table of leftovers for Song Tang to clean up.

When Liu Mian went upstairs to rest, he arranged a guest room for Song Tang to stay in.

Song Tang directly lifted the tablecloth on the dining table and threw the plates and bowls into the trash can.

Packed up.

Upstairs, Liu Mian racked his brains to find a topic to talk to Zhou Sihui.

Then she typed a line of text and sent it to Zhou Siyi.

[Xiao Dou cooks very well. Thank you for lending me such a good person. He is really good at taking care of people. 】

After Liu Mian finished posting, she proudly turned over the phone screen and placed it on the table.

She showed such an obvious affection for Xiao Dou, would Zhou Siyi be jealous for her?

If Zhou Siyi was really jealous and texted her back, then she would definitely leave him alone and let him be soaked in vinegar. With this fantasy in mind, Liu Mian went to take a bath.

On the other side, Zhou Sitai looked at the message from Liu Mian with a confused expression.

Song Tang can cook?

At this time, Song Tang was stuffing a bag of dog food behind the refrigerator.

Liu Chengye kept a big dog to guard the yard.

When the servants feed the dogs, they always use ready-made canned meat and vegetables.

Just now, Song Tang mixed these canned dogs with dog food and heated them up. Unexpectedly, the Liu family ate them quite deliciously.

While hiding the remaining dog food, Song Tang said in his heart: "You guys can still eat it. Fortunately, there is still half a bag of dog food left, so I can make porridge for you tomorrow morning..."

Coming out of the kitchen, Song Tang looked at the guest room Liu Mian had assigned to him.

She didn't even want to give her a real guest room.

What was given to her was a small room that had been converted into a utility room in Song's house. It could only accommodate a bed and a simple bathroom.

Song Tang raised his head again and looked at the brightly lit room that belonged to him.

Liu Mian lives inside.

Liu Chengye lives in her parents' room.

Liu Yingying is not at home, she lives in Song Tang's former cloakroom.

When she was a child, her mother’s biggest hobby was to buy beautiful little dresses, hairpins, decorations, and cute dolls for Song Tang.

Her mother said that when she was a child, her family was poor and she wore clothes left over from her brother Liu Chengye, patched layer by layer. Her biggest dream when she was a child was to have a piece of clothing of her own.

Later, when she grew up and started making money, her mother's obsession with buying new clothes became too much for Song Tang, as if her mother wanted to compensate Song Tang for her missing childhood.

So Song Tang's dressing room is as big as the master bedroom. Liu Yingying has lived in it for ten years. The things her mother bought for Song Tang have been thrown away.

Song Tang lived in the former Song residence.

At this moment, he can only stay in the small guest room that was converted into a utility room.

She locked the door.

He reached out and pulled out a jade pendant from his collar.

An emerald carved with strange patterns.

It was the piece that Song Tang had stolen from Liu Mian's house, and that Mrs. Liu thought had been smashed and destroyed.

What Mrs. Liu destroyed was just the fake made by Song Tang.

The piece in her hand is her mother's real relic.

Song Tang searched for a long time, but there were very few clues about this piece of jade and the patterns on it.

She only knew that the pattern on it was the totem of a secret family, but she had no idea which family it was or where it was.

It's strange that Mrs. Liu concealed her mother's life experience back then, and her mother never doubted that she was adopted until her death.

Not to mention tracing back to his origins to find his own life experience.

Now a generation later, Song Tang knew nothing about it, so it was even harder to find this bloodline.

Song Tang put the jade back, only to find that the black rope binding the jade and the diamond chain given by Zhou Sihui were entangled again.

Both chains are important, neither can be broken.

Song Tang could only endure his temper and patiently untied it bit by bit in front of the mirror.

Zhou Si's quirk is that he must carry this blood diamond with Song Tang.

In his words, this is the mark he gave her.

What Song Tang understood was that this thing was similar to a dog bell.

If an owner has a pet, doesn’t he have a nasty habit of decorating it with bells?

Every time Song Tang said this, or tried to take off the necklace, Zhou Sitai would pound her hard until her juices kept flowing.

As time passed, Song Tang no longer wanted to die and would no longer think about taking off the necklace.