Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 187 Fluttering Sweet

  Song Qing smiled without explaining, exited the surveillance video and clicked through the address book to find the village chief's phone number and dialed directly.

   "The village chief is like this, my car was scratched by the swallows in the village with stones, and the two rear-view mirrors were almost scrapped.

  I am not familiar with the people in the village. Is it convenient for you here? If it is convenient, I would like to trouble you to help coordinate and resolve this matter. "

   Although she does not lack the car repair money, but her money is not blown by the strong wind, even if it is picked up by the strong wind, it is her luck.

  It doesn't make sense to just let it go. It's still the same sentence, adults should be responsible for their own behavior.

  The village chief agreed, but he was not in the village for the time being. He promised to bring swallows to solve the matter when he came back.

  Song Qing thanked him politely and politely. After talking about the surveillance video, he chatted with the village chief for a few words before hanging up.

   "Qing girl, do you really want hundreds of thousands of dollars for this car repair?"

  Aunt Xiang looked left and right at the car, and her hands that touched the scratches on the car body were withdrawn as if they were scalded by fire.

  Her hands are used to farm work and are very rough, but they are not as thin and tender as when they were young,

   If you smashed the girl's car and paid 10,000 to 20,000 yuan, the dozens of winter melons in the field would not be a waste of time.

   "It's okay, Aunt Xiang, I'm joking, it's 10,000 yuan in the sky."

  Song Qing of course knows what Aunt Xiang is thinking, her coming to this different world is her first life,

   I watched my grandparents do farm work since I was a child, and when I grew up, I followed them to the fields. I know how difficult it is for farmers to make some money.

  Especially the older generation, although reading changed their destiny, but in that era when they could not eat enough,

  Many people in the village didn’t read Braille in elementary school, but they were lucky enough to go out and earn some quick money.

   is more about planting for a lifetime. From young to old and eighty, the hard-earned money earned is all hard-earned money facing the loess and back to the sky.

   "10,000, 10,000 is worth it, and 10,000 can be compensated by gritting your teeth."

   Even though she said that, Aunt Xiang's heart bleeds when she thinks about her own compensation.

  Although the children at home also earn money outside, but now that they are married, they need money everywhere.

   They, parents and mothers, do some activities while they can, and the money outside is not so easy to earn, and the children are tired.

   "Well, this swallow is also, you said what to do with your car, no one in the village doesn't know that your car looks strange, but it's actually very expensive.

   This time, the old sister-in-law of the Lin family has to do it again. It is not easy for a woman to pull three children to grow up. You said,

   Yanzi, this old woman is still not obedient, how good it is to live with Gangzi, I have to do this, alas. "

   Aunt Xiang talked to herself, and when she mentioned the old sister-in-law of the Lin family, she still wanted to see if Song Qing could soften her heart and ask for less.

   She didn't bother to help Swallow alone, but the old sister-in-law of the Lin family was a very good person in the village, so she only mentioned this.

   "The old sister-in-law of the Lin family?"

  Song Qing's focus was withdrawn from the word "strange shape", and the finely trimmed eyebrows raised and asked,

   "Is that the one who lives in the courtyard with a jujube tree?"

   "Yeah, Qing girl, what's up? Do you still remember the old sister-in-law of the Lin family?"

   Aunt Xiang is really surprised, the girl comes back every ten days and a half a month, but she doesn't like to walk around, and she doesn't talk much.

   At most, he went to the fields to find the two old men and helped them do some farm work. When he saw them, he smiled and nodded, and Aunt Song asked someone to call someone.

   "Well, I ate the sweet dates she gave me when I was a child."

   Recalling his childhood memories, Song Qing still had a warm smile on her beautiful and moving face. She didn't mean to say more.

  Aunt Xiang didn't talk too much, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the 10,000 yuan of Qing girl might be a little less, even if it was a dollar less, it was still money.

   "Auntie, you and I come in and sit? The sun is shining outside."

  The sun was dazzling after 10 o'clock, and the occasional gust of breeze would not help to dispel the sultry dryness.

   "I'm not going to sit anymore. Your uncle and the others will come back from work soon. I have to go back and put the rice in the pot and cook two more dishes."

   Aunt Xiang glanced at the sky and waved her hands, and several old people also agreed. They would be fine if they could cook a meal.

  Song Qing didn't hold back any more. He went in and opened two boxes of herbal tea and snacks that he brought back yesterday to cool off the heat and stuffed them into a few people.

   It's just that they reminded themselves that the car was scratched a little thank you. After hearing this, a few people didn't say no more.

   went back happily with the things, the small shops in the village sold only the same things, it was a novelty.

   After the few people left, Song Qing walked straight back to the Song family courtyard, took out the phone in his trouser pocket and poked the screen with his fingertips.

  WeChat chat dialog box: You patted SY,

   Dayuan No. 1 Magic Stick [Master Huo Shi, are you still coming back, and what are you going to eat for lunch, you ask your grandparents and they will cook it for you. 】

   I thought I wouldn't reply so quickly, but I didn't think I just walked into the kitchen and didn't open the lid of the rice jar,

   The phone in his pants pocket vibrated, Huo Yu replied with a voice note, Song Qing opened it lazily,

   "Grandma said that Qingqing can cook rice in a pot. She is afraid that you will burn her kitchen. We will be home in ten minutes, no hurry."

   The voice is magnetic and low, and it is not difficult to hear a little smile in it.

  Song Qing twitched the corners of her mouth, vividly recalling her grandmother's disgusting expression when she said this,

   Helplessly, she has no talent for cooking and she really doesn't like it. She obediently prepares to wash rice and cook a pot of rice.

   After five seconds,

   Dayuan No. 1 Magic Stick [Ask your grandma, how many spoonfuls of rice do you want...]

   The reply was still the voice bar, but it was Grandma Song's voice, mixed with the laughter of several other people around,

  Song Qing supported his forehead,

   Yes, the face of the great stick is lost.

  Song Qing pressed the cooking button and went upstairs. Lord Huo Shi was too crazy and didn't know how to stop and apply some medicine last night.

   In seven or eight minutes, there was the sound of the car coming back from downstairs, but there was no sound of the door opening.

   I guess she noticed the scratches on her car, took out a few tissues to wipe the dripping fingers, and prepared to go downstairs,

   "Squeak."

   The movement of the door opening sounded. When Huo Yu opened the door of the room, Song Qing just came out of the bathroom.

   When the four eyes met, the man was obviously relieved, and the worry was obviously too cute.

   Hooked up Song Qing's heart and walked over to hug Huo Yu's shoulder and red lips pressed together, the kiss was short but hot,

   "What happened to the car?"

   After the kiss was over, Huo Yu still reluctantly kissed the woman's attractive lips and asked warmly,

  Song Qing shrugged and walked out of the room with the man's articulated palm. She loved the feeling of clasping her fingers tightly with Lord Huo Shi,

   "No big deal, let's go, go down and talk, grandparents are still waiting."

  Thinking that the three old men Huo Yu didn't insist any longer, the big palm clasped the soft weed and gently rubbed it, giving comfort, then held it up and kissed it on the lips,

  Song Qing didn't say anything, but the teary mole at the end of his left eye fluttered sweetly.

   (end of this chapter)