My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

After Song Shu recovered from his old illness, he became a lot more cheerful and talked more, but he still had the gentle and jade-like style from before, which no one could refuse.

Crow Yin glanced at Jiang Qingyu and saw Jiang Qingyu nodded, and then he replied: "Okay, thank you very much."

The Song family is indeed a wealthy family. Even the bluestone in front of the door is inlaid with star sand, which makes it look twinkling.

The pavilions, pavilions and pavilions, as well as the cornices and corners, create a grand atmosphere.

Under the leadership of Song Shu, the two went directly to his yard. The front yard was magnificent, while Song Shu's yard looked elegant.

The sound of clinking cooking came from the small kitchen, Song Shu shouted into the kitchen, and a head immediately popped out of the kitchen window, it was Song's mother.

"Yeah! The little fish is here! Come on, sit down and rest for a while. Then put the snacks on the table. I'll put the meat in the pot and let's start dinner!"

"Okay." Song Shu agreed, took some of the various flavors of pastry he brought back, arranged them neatly and neatly, and asked Jiang Qing and Yu to sit down.

It was their first time to be guests at someone else's home, especially a family banquet. Jiang Qingyu and Ya Yin were more or less nervous.

The air was filled with embarrassment and restraint. Jiang Qing scratched his cheek with his index finger and asked, "Does your adoptive mother often cook?"

Song Shu smiled and replied: "In the past, when I was in poor health, she often cooked to give me food and supplements. After I recovered from my heart disease, I no longer received such treatment. This time, I still took advantage of Xiaoyu."

Jiang Qingyu lowered her head in embarrassment and heard Song Shu say again: "My mother is very good at cooking. You and your senior brother will eat more later."

Jiang Qingyu whispered, while Yayin nodded without squinting.

After a while, two people walked out of the kitchen, each holding two plates. Jiang Qing was shocked. She didn't expect Father Song to be there!

Mother Song called to Shu Shu: "There are two more dishes. Go and bring them."

Jiang Qingyu stood up and was about to help, but Mother Song stopped her, "Hey, sit down, there are only two dishes, he can serve them by himself!"

Jiang Qingyu sat down embarrassedly and let Song's mother greet her for a while. She didn't even know when Song Shu would bring the dishes and put them down.

"Xiaoyu, are you busy these days? I heard from Ashu that you and Aning went somewhere else to run around. Look at your little face, you've lost weight." Mother Song pinched Jiang Qingyu's cheek and said.

Father Song coughed twice, "Let's start the meal first, the food is almost cold."

"That's right! Eat first! Eat first."

Song's mother picked up the serving chopsticks and put vegetables, ribs, and chicken nuggets into Jiang Qingyu's bowl. In the blink of an eye, the rice in her bowl was covered with various kinds of meat, making it impossible to take down her chopsticks.

Jiang Qingyu was gradually relieved by the enthusiasm, and soon started chatting with Song's mother, "It smells so good, and my stepmother's cooking skills are amazing!"

"Well, if it's delicious, eat more. You're welcome, they're all from our family!" Mother Song laughed. After the meal, the smile on her face did not fade away.

Song Shu took a small bite and asked Song's father: "Father, why do I feel that Xiaoyu is more like your biological daughter?"

Father Song rolled his eyes at him, "Nonsense, can Xiaoyu compete with you?"

Song Shu immediately became unhappy. Just as he was about to reason with Song's father, he heard the old man add: "Have you ever been able to compete?"

A line written in Song Dynasty, "His life was saved by Xiaoyu's evening primrose," was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

Yes, in this family's current family status ranking, he is at the bottom.

Father Song looked at the harmonious scene of mother and daughter opposite with a smile. There was a black charcoal mark on the edge of his beard, which was left when he made a fire in the kitchen just now.

He couldn't see it, so she simply didn't wash it. Mother Song was focused on Jiang Qingyu and didn't remind her.

Crow Yin immersed himself in eating, and Song's mother did not forget to pick vegetables for him when she was visiting Jiang Qingyu. He ate quickly, and Song's mother picked quickly, so Crow Yin couldn't finish the food in his bowl, and couldn't finish it at all! After a while, Song’s mother hurriedly ran into the kitchen and took out the tender braised pork. “This is my mother’s specialty. Ah Shu used to like it the most! Come on, Xiaoyu, Ah Yin, try it quickly!”

Jiang Qingyu was so bloated alone that she couldn't refute Mother Song's wishes, so she secretly took a Xiaoshi pill and continued to be fed by Mother Song.

Seeing that the dishes on the table were all eaten, Mother Song couldn't help but feel happy. She took Jiang Qingyu and gave her a lot of magic weapons, saying, "They are all made by me. You're welcome. You and Ashu are safe and sound." It’s my mother’s greatest wish!”

Jiang Qingyu felt warm in her heart. She had never had maternal love and fatherly love that she had never enjoyed before, and it was complemented by Song's father and Song's mother.

After being dragged to stay at Song's house for a night, Jiang Qingyu and Ya Yin rushed to Qingdeng Temple early the next morning.

Before leaving, Song's mother took Jiang Qingyu and Yayin's hands and gave many more instructions. Although Song's father didn't say much, his meaning was clear.

Song Shu wanted to follow him to Qingdeng Temple, but the elder of Qingxiao Sect sent a message, asking him to return to the sect to prepare for training in the small secret realm, so he had no choice but to go in the opposite direction to Jiang Qingyu and the others.

On the way to Qingdeng Temple, Jiang Qing and Yu were still reminiscing about the crispy fish balls in the morning and the warmth of the Song Dynasty.

Qingdeng Temple stands on the hillside of a majestic green mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the sound of Sanskrit transmits to the heart.

The bluestone road going up the mountain is so clean that there are no leaves at all, let alone moss. It seems that it is cleaned frequently.

Unlike my own sect, the steps in front of the sect's main hall are green and slippery when it rains, but this is actually the sect's characteristic.

The Buddhist temple is hidden in the mist, and you can hear the ringing of bells from the mountain as far away as the foot of the mountain.

The two of them walked only a few steps before a young master in blue-gray clothes came with brisk steps, clasped his hands together and said: "Donor Jiang, Lord Dujie has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me." Come."

Someone led the way, and the two of them no longer slowly enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way, but were led to a Zen temple in a short time.

Surrounded by mountains and forests, with winding paths, whirling green leaves, and dappled sunlight, it is a wonderful place for peace and tranquility.

Jiang Qingyu replied with a Buddhist salute: "Thank you, master, for guiding me."

"Amitabha, you're welcome."

The door of the monastery opened with a creak, and the Lord Du Jie said with a kind and kind smile, "Donor Jiang, Donor Crow, long time no see."

Jiang Qing's Yu Zi Lai Shu attribute was clicked on by Mother Song, and she greeted: "Long time no see, how are you doing, Your Majesty?"

"Well." Lord Dujie turned his attention to Crow Yin again, "Did Lord Crow remember it?"

Crow Yin nodded, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "Please give me your guidance, Your Majesty."

"Amitabha, the golden relic of merit on the top of the nine-story demon pagoda."

"I understand," Crow Yin said thoughtfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After that, he said to Jiang Qingyu: "I'm going to break into the nine-story demon tower."

Lord Crossing Tribulation: "Donor Crow, please wait a moment and let Donor Jiang accompany you."

Jiang Qingyu: "The seal is also on the top of the nine-story demon tower?"

Lord Dujie's white eyebrows moved slightly as he smiled, "Exactly."

(End of this chapter)