Abandoned farmer: take cute baby to farm

Chapter 79

He vowed to make a lot of money when he grew up, and then bought all the gold and silver jewelry and rouge and gouache for his mother.

Ji Shi Tang.

Only God knows that Song Qingfeng has been waiting for her here for a long time.

"Hello Mr. Song." Jiang Ruyue came in and said hello, which was a show of sincerity.

"Miss Jiang, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Come in and sit down.

Song Qingfeng's style is quite elegant.

Jiang Ruyue put down the basket after entering the store, and handed over some of the remaining medicinal herbs to the shop assistant.

Xiao Xing followed her side by side.

"Master Song, I need you to give me the wormwood seeds this time."

Jiang Ruyue said with a smile on her face, "I've already settled the contract for Yunding Mountain..."

Song Qingfeng was very happy to hear that.

Immediately said seriously: "No problem. In fact, the wormwood seeds have already been prepared, and I was afraid that you would not come to buy them." After speaking, he pointed to the many wormwood seeds piled up in the store.

Jiang Ruyue was dumbfounded when she saw it, and there were about twenty sacks.

Uncle Wu's ox cart alone will not finish pulling the ox even if the ox is exhausted to death.

Seeing him act so authentically.

Jiang Ruyue said hastily, "Thank you, Mr. Song, but I still have a merciless request."

Song Qingfeng looked quite cautious. "Miss Jiang, please tell me."

Jiang Ruyue saw that someone who knew him well and saw him speak quickly, so she also said straightforwardly: "Right now, there is only one bullock cart in our village, and it was broken down on the road just now. I wonder if Mr. Song will agree to deliver the goods?"

Song Qingfeng took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "It's a trivial matter, Miss Jiang can rest assured. I'll send someone to send it tomorrow morning."

Jiang Ruyue said overjoyed: "That's great, I'm worrying about these things, since Mr. Song is willing to help, I'm really grateful."

He just hoped that there would be back and forth between them.

After talking about the business, at this time Song Qingfeng noticed the cute and distressed child who had been silent all this time and said, "My child, what's your name? How old are you this year!"

This child is really obedient and obedient. Jiang Ruyue has been talking with him about business for so long, but he hasn't said a word. Unlike other children who are either chattering, mischievous, or crying, this child is so cute!
So well-behaved like a child!
"Uncle, my name is Jiang Xiaoxing! I'm three and a half years old this year." The little guy smiled with his canine teeth showing.

"Xiao Xing? He's so young, um, he looks so cute!" Song Qingfeng walked over, knelt down and gently pinched his face, feeling more and more familiar with him.

Who does this kid look like?

Kind of like Yuwen?
No no, not possible.

The thought passed in a flash.

"Then since the matter is over, we won't bother you, shall we?"

Song Qingfeng got up, and answered with a smile: "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Is the child hungry? It's almost noon now. Let's take the child and have a light meal together."

"This..." Jiang Ruyue was a little embarrassed.

After all, it's not good to always take advantage of others.

Especially taking advantage of the good old man,

"Why, don't you give Song some face?"

"Okay." Jiang Ruyue said embarrassingly.

"Let's go, come to Xiaoxing and let his uncle hold one." After speaking, he hugged Xiaoxing in his arms before Xiaoxing refused.

Uh, why does this picture have a feeling of fatherly kindness and son filial piety.

The three walked on the street for a while, and Song Qingfeng let Xiaoxing ride on his neck again.

The three of them had a great time along the way.

After a while, we arrived at the most luxurious restaurant in Yunding Town.

Yunding Restaurant.

Because Song Qingfeng was a regular customer here, the waiter at the reception seemed to be a distinguished customer in the store.

They immediately greeted them with smiles, and invited them to the private room on the second floor.

There are also precious calligraphy and paintings hanging in the private room.

Presumably a meal here must not be cheap.

Song Qingfeng asked her to order after she was seated, but she shook her head in embarrassment.

In the end, Song Qingfeng ordered a few home-cooked dishes and three bowls of rice, including Kung Pao Chicken, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, Braised Fish, Mapo Tofu, and Sauce Beef.

(End of this chapter)