9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

weekend.

There was a serious traffic jam on the road. By the time song Qingcheng got home, it was almost eleven o'clock. Originally, I wanted to play with my sister for a while, chat and then cook. As a result, it's too late, and she's learning to sell now, so she has to cook earlier.

"Qing Cheng, Ma will help you?" Mother song opened the kitchen door and came in.

"Ma, go and have a rest. Just leave it to me." Song Qingcheng is busy talking to his mother.

"It's rare for you to have a day off and go home to cook for us. It's too tired. Mom can help you do it together. It's faster." Song's mother rolled up her sleeves to help.

"Mom, that's all in the kitchen. You can't help here. I heard from my sister that it seems that the clothes need washing. Go and have a look. " Song Qingcheng could only persuade her mother to leave on such an excuse.

The kitchen is too small for two people. And her mother works so hard every day, she really wants to make a ready-made meal for her mother.

She bought a lot of prawns, half boiled, half fried; also bought a crab, keep steamed, clams ready to burn some soup, taste fresh.

Grandma's teeth are not good, but she likes to eat meat, so she specially bought streaky pork and put it in casserole to stew early. In winter, when it was time for tonic, she also bought lamb chops to give her father a pot of delicious Lamb Soup.

Today, these cauliflower out of the money, may be the cost of living at home for half a month. Although it's a bit luxurious, I still feel sorry for my family when I think about my life in Ji's family. Although I paid for my rich life, I still feel sorry for my family.

"Mom, you're back."

Song Qingcheng heard his mother's voice in the kitchen and knew that it was grandma who came back. She was hesitating whether to go out and say hello to grandma.

But I heard grandma's voice coming from the outside, "what's so fragrant? You're not stealing anything at home, are you

Song Qingcheng clenched his hands tightly, turned around and opened the kitchen door.

Old lady song smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen. She was just about to walk towards the kitchen. As a result, the kitchen door of song Qingcheng was opened. Because it was an old-fashioned decoration, and there were some years, the sound of sliding the door was particularly loud. Song Qingcheng used to work hard, so the sound was even louder.

Mrs. song was obviously startled, "you How did you come back? "

"This is my home. Isn't it normal for me to come back?" Song Qingcheng did not have the good spirit to reply.

"It's hard to get through a weekend. Why don't you go out and make money and come back? And what's in the kitchen? Why is it so fragrant? " The old lady swallowed greedily.

The steamed sea crabs and braised pork in the kitchen are fragrant, which makes people feel hungry.

For the old lady song, who is also very strict with her diet, I don't know how long she hasn't had such a delicious meal. Of course, she can't help drooling.

"Mom, Qingcheng brought us vegetables from outside today. She said it's cold. I'll give you a good tonic." Mother song speaks for her daughter.

Old lady song sniffed and said, "can you mend my body? I think it's just to buy it back and honor you as a mother, isn't it? "

Song's mother was a little embarrassed. She glanced at Song Qingcheng, worried that she would lose her temper, so she said modestly: "Mom, you are an elder, so Qingcheng should be filial from you. And Qingcheng knows that your teeth are not good, and specially gives you braised pork. "

"It's specially stewed for me, but it's secretly stewed when I'm not at home. Do you really want to be my old lady?" Old lady song was mean and aggressive.

Song's mother is a good temper, but song Qingcheng is not a good temper, especially can't tolerate his mother's grievances.

"Mom, I'm going to buy these dishes for you today. Other people can eat them if they want, and they don't want to. Our next door neighbor has a local dog. If he can't finish eating, he will send some to us. " Song Qingcheng didn't give her any face.

"Oh, look at your tone. You've made a fortune?" Old lady song has always been used to bullying in this family. Before serving anyone, old lady song glanced at the dishes that song Qingcheng had prepared in the kitchen, and her face suddenly became longer. "I have enough money to eat and drink. I don't know how to get some living expenses for my family. I don't know if my family can't open the pot anymore!"

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment and turned her eyes to her mother.

If the family really can't open the pot, she really doesn't know. I was going to give my family the living expenses, but because I was hospitalized, and I was ill at Ji's, it was delayed.

But the last time she went home, she gave her mother several thousand yuan, which was less than two months. With her diligence and thrift, she should not use it so fast.

"Mom, is the family really in such a predicament?" When song Qingcheng saw that his mother did not dare to look at him, she guessed that what his grandmother said might be true.

"No, it's just that the meat in the market is not very fresh recently, and the aquatic products are in short supply, so I ate more vegetables for a few days." Of course, song's mother didn't want her daughter to know about the situation at home, and didn't want to add to her burden."I can't afford meat dishes. Are all the steamed bread shops closed? I know how to cook some porridge all day. I think you want to abuse the old people. " Old lady song's aggressive accusation.

Song Qingcheng looked at his mother and her eyes turned red. But she didn't want to show her weakness in her mother and turned back to the kitchen.

There is no mother who knows her.

Naturally, song's mother knew that her daughter was not feeling well, so she had to pretend to be strong. After a while, she peeled some green onions for her daughter and sent them to the kitchen.

Song Qingcheng has never been able to get out of the mood just now. Seeing someone coming in, she forces the water mist in her eyes back.

"Mom, I told you that there is too much fumes in it. Go out and wait." Song Qingcheng talks while cooking.

The kitchen is small, and there is no range hood, only a small window can ventilate, so the kitchen is miasma.

Song's mother closed the open window a little. "It's windy outside. Don't catch cold."

Song Qingcheng smiles at her mother and doesn't speak.

"Qing Cheng, don't worry about what your grandmother said just now. Mom just saw that your father and your sister were very angry recently, so she cooked vegetables for a few days, which was not as exaggerated as your grandmother said Song's mother hopes her daughter can rest assured.

Song Qingcheng twisted a small fire and asked his mother, "Mom, I didn't give you thousands of yuan when I came back last time. It's less than two months. Where's all that money?"

She had to figure it out.