Shen Qingqing's cheeks turned slightly red, she rubbed Meng Yuan's neck and asked softly: "Meng Yuan, what's wrong with you?"
Meng Yuan said nothing, hugged her quietly for a while, and then slowly said: "It's okay, I just want to hug you."
"It's okay for you to call me like this? Are you lying to a ghost?"
Shen Qingqing raised her hand and pinched his cheek, "Are you telling the truth? Not to mention pinching his face."
Meng Yuan tilted his head and kissed her palm, "I just met Chen Dongyang in Xinghua Village, and he said bad things about you."
The man's brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of anger and grievance in his tone. Shen Qingqing felt an itch in her heart and couldn't help but tiptoe to touch the top of his head.
The palm is soft and delicate.
"Isn't it normal for dogs to bite people? There is no need to be angry about it."
Shen Qingqing's voice was gentle, as if coaxing a child.
"If you are really angry, let's go over and beat him up, knock out his teeth and cut out his tongue."
Listening to her soft voice, most of the anger in Meng Yuan's heart suddenly disappeared. He stretched out his arms again to take her into his arms and murmured: "I've been beaten, and my front teeth have fallen out, but I haven't cut my tongue.
If you cut it off, you may have to face a lawsuit."
Shen Qingqing chuckled, "Then I still have to praise you?"
Meng Yuan laughed along with her, rubbed his chin against her shoulder, and sighed: "You had such bad taste before, you couldn't even fish out such a top-notch man from the cesspool."
This tone makes me really dislike Chen Dongyang to death.
Shen Qingqing raised her head and met his dark eyes, "What if I said that the Shen Qingqing who likes Chen Dongyang is not me."
Meng Yuan's heart skipped a beat, his pupils tightened, and he stared at her blankly for a while before saying, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Have you never doubted me?" Shen Qingqing asked with a slight smile.
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Every time a question came to his mind, he would think of the old Taoist who drove him crazy in his dream. Even the old Taoist used dreams to urge marriage and came back from the dead. So it seems that it is not too outrageous for him to marry an almighty peasant girl.
Son.
He convinced himself again and again, but now Shen Qingqing took the initiative to mention this matter. Meng Yuan tightened his palms and suddenly felt a little nervous.
"I had doubts, but compared with the previous bizarre experiences, I don't seem to be so doubtful anymore."
Shen Qingqing was amused by his contradictory statement. After laughing, she straightened her face and said: "Meng Yuan, don't worry about the past. You only need to remember one sentence: I, Shen Qingqing, have only loved you as a man."
Meng Yuan's heart felt as if it had been scratched by a cat, it felt sore and itchy, but also a little sweet.
He leaned over and kissed her lips, whispering in a low voice: "I love you too, I only love you."
"Kiss! Kiss!"
Hongying grabbed the old ghost's remaining hair and jumped up excitedly.
The old ghost was pulled by her until the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out, and he yelled: "Let go, let me go!"
Shen Qingqing glared at the two ghosts with a dark face, "Have you two lived enough?"
"No." Hongying quickly let go of her hands, "Suddenly I remembered that I haven't rolled out the noodles yet, so I need to take a step first."
Hongying rubbed oil on her soles and ran very fast.
The old ghost straightened the little tweets on his head and asked Shen Qingqing: "Then should I go back to the noodle shop, or should I stay and learn how to grill skewers?"
"Come in." Shen Qingqing waved to it.
After a delay, the charcoal fire was now burning brightly. Shen Qingqing placed the skewers prepared in advance and began to explain the details that needed to be paid attention to when grilling skewers.
Meng Yuan stood by and helped pass bottles of condiments from time to time. The cooperation was quite tacit.
Soon, the rich aroma of barbecue spread, making everyone drool.
The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop was so excited that he even ran over to the corner with melon seeds in his hands and squatted in the corner to eat. Before he finished smashing the melon seeds in his hand, Yuan Xudong touched his chin and knelt down next to him when darkness fell in front of him.
"I said brother, what are you doing squatting in front of my house?"
The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop showed him the melon seeds in his hand, sniffed again, and said mysteriously: "I'm eating remotely."
"You can just do it if you want to do it, and you can do it remotely. Are you cheating?"
Yuan Xudong grabbed the back of his neck and said, "Little thief, it's unlucky for you to fall into grandpa's hands today. Come in here!"
The owner of the bun shop was pushed into the mutton restaurant by him, and the melon seeds hidden in his sleeves were splashed all the way.
Shen Qingqing saw the weird postures of the two people and raised her eyebrows, "What are you two doing?"
Yuan Xudong straightened his chest and looked proud, as if he had done something great, "I caught a little thief squatting in the corner, it's awesome."
"What a thief, he is the neighbor across the street." Shen Qingqing gave him a disgusted look, "You must have met the owner of the bun shop over there, right?"
Yuan Xudong's smile froze on his face, and he murmured in a low voice: "I wonder why it looks so familiar, brother, I'm sorry."
The owner of the bun shop ignored him at all, staring eagerly at the sizzling and greasy mutton skewers on the grill, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Shen Qingqing took two skewers and handed them to him, "Here, let's have a taste?"
The owner of the bun shop rubbed his hands on his clothes and took the skewers with a smile, "Thank you, Boss Shen, Boss Shen is so generous! Thank you, little brother, for bringing me in."
This wave is not a loss!
Yuan Xudong: "..." I was speechless.
He turned to look at Shen Qingqing, "Boss Shen, I have decorated the mutton restaurant according to your requirements, and I have all the new kitchen utensils. The next step is up to you."
"Aren't we considering recruiting cooks? It's easy to find cooks with superb cooking skills and good moral character. It's hard to find cooks. You have to take your time."
She was ready to work in the store for a while.
The owner of the bun shop who had already walked to the door stepped back when he heard this, his big round face smiling like a chrysanthemum, "What do you think of me? Before I opened the bun shop, I was a cook in a restaurant in the county, and my basic skills are absolutely fine."
As he spoke, he patted his chest twice and said, "There is absolutely no problem with your character."
"But, what about your bun shop?"
"The bun shop can be left to my son and daughter-in-law. They have to deal with buns all day long. My face is almost turning into a bun. It's boring."
Shen Qingqing told him the rules for employing people in the store, and finally asked: "Are you sure you can accept these rules?"
"Why can't you accept it? You can eat and make money, and only a fool would disagree!" the steamed bun shop owner replied quite cheerfully.
Shen Qingqing turned aside and invited him into the kitchen, "Please use the ingredients available in the kitchen to make a dish. If it is done well, we can sign a contract immediately."
The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop rolled up the mutton skewers, rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically, and started to demonstrate his cooking skills.
The mutton restaurant has not yet opened, and the only ingredients in the store are the leftover mutton from the mutton kebabs, as well as some chili, onion, ginger and other side dishes.
The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop used local ingredients to make a stir-fried mutton dish. Just by looking at the way he chopped vegetables and chopped garlic, you could tell he was an experienced cook.
Shen Qingqing glanced at Yuan Xudong with satisfaction, "Okay, just grab a cook and bring him back."
Yuan Xudong scratched his head and smiled, "Low-key, low-key." This chapter has been completed!