Pastoral pretty medical concubine

Chapter 669 I Will Never Let It Go
Song Lin said angrily, "I'm already startled, give me a slap!"

The coachman hurriedly pleaded, "Young master, please forgive me, what I said is true, that car is still there, it is that car."

There was a market outside the academy. Laifu drove the carriage out, but got stuck there. When Song Lin turned his head, he happened to see the carriage.

At this time, the carriage will hang a sign on the corner of the roof, write the surname of that family, and represent whose car it is.

Chen Jiaoniang also hung a sign on her car, but instead of writing her surname, she drew a picture of an orchid. She likes orchids the most, and felt that putting this on it could represent her better than her surname.

Song Lin was about to be chased by someone, but at this very moment, Chen Jiaoniang's carriage turned around the street and disappeared.

"I'm so mad, let me see that car again, I will definitely not let it go!" Song Lin stomped his feet angrily, with his hands behind his back, he went to the school like a little adult.

He didn't want to go to school at all, if his mother didn't force him, he would definitely be playing with crickets in the backyard with the boy right now.

What's so fun about going to school?Sitting in the school every day and listening to the teacher's lectures is not interesting at all.

But recently, he has found a way to have fun. For some money, someone can lie down on the ground and be a horse for him to ride. This is much more fun than listening to the old man nagging.

"Did you bring any copper coins today? I'm still waiting for someone to ride me as a horse."

The servant following behind hurriedly said, "Young master, why do you need to bring copper coins? Didn't that country bumpkin named Wang Dabao want the young master to ride on a horse for ten days? It's only been three days, and there is still time to play."

Upon hearing this, Song Lin immediately became amused and snorted softly, "That's right, that Wang Dabao still has to serve me for seven days, whoever told him to break my beloved windmill, he deserves it."

"Yes, yes, what the young master said is correct, if that Wang Dabao is disobedient, the young master will definitely make him docile."

Song Lin smiled triumphantly. It was really right for his mother to arrange for these servants to accompany him to school. Otherwise, how could those people in the academy be so obedient?
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Xunxianglai has a constant flow of customers from the moment the door opens every day, and there will be a little less customers at noon, and the guys can also rest when they are free.

There are a total of four guys in the store, and they take turns to cook on weekdays. One cooks, and the rest greet customers in front.

These two days were rare opportunities, Chen Jiaoniang felt that the guys were really hardworking, so she and Qiugui went to buy some good things, and cooked some delicious food in the kitchen together.

Qiugui can also cook, but her skills are quite satisfactory, so she stopped fighting for the spatula with Chen Jiaoniang, and obediently lit the fire in the stove.

The guys were tall and big, and they ate a lot for each meal. Chen Jiaoniang bought a lot of everything, so that they could eat as much as they could.

For lunch, I plan to cook boiled beef, Huoxiang carp, charcoal grilled lamb, stewed pork ribs with potatoes and shredded cabbage.

Five dishes for six people is about the same, and the dishes I cook myself are full, and they must be enough to eat.

Qiugui was lighting a fire in the kitchen, and the smell made her salivate almost, and the fire was burning vigorously, "Sister Jiao, the food you cook is really delicious, no matter how much you eat it, you will never get tired of it. Everyone has a good time today."

The soup in the pot was already boiled, and Chen Jiaoniang put the beef slices that had been adjusted in advance into it, and then she smiled and said, "I'm happy if everyone likes it, but I'm lazy on weekdays, and there is a cook at home. It’s okay, I don’t even bother to go into the kitchen.”

(End of this chapter)