Song Ying was very sad about Baishuitang's sacrifice in order to save Song Hao. Fortunately, Basil, the enemy, had also been eliminated, which was regarded as revenge for Baishuitang.
Song Haoran said these words to Song Ying in the presence of Song Tianyou, so Song Ying didn't have the slightest doubt.
"I remember that my second uncle's family seemed to have a cousin who also worked with him in Chinatown. He seemed to be named Bai Zhan." Song Ying sighed: "Grandpa, this time my second uncle risked his life to save my uncle. We can't treat him badly.
.”
Mr. Song nodded, "Don't worry, your grandpa is a man who repays kindness and revenge. I also have some impressions of the Bai Zhan you mentioned. In the early years, Bai Shuitang seemed to have brought him to my place to celebrate the New Year.
I will not 'treat' this person badly."
After a pause, Song Tianyou patted Song Ying's hand again and said softly: "Xiaoying, just stay in the humble house to recuperate for the next few days. Don't worry about anything else and have a good rest."
"No...the group still has a lot of work that I haven't arranged yet." Song Ying shook her head: "I can't leave at this time. After all, grandpa, you only have a few days to return to China. I have to deal with it as soon as possible."
Song Tianyou felt heartbroken and guilty, and his voice became softer, "Don't worry too much about this. I will find someone to handle the group's affairs."
"Looking for someone?" Song Ying was startled and frowned: "Who else is there?"
Song Tianyou smiled slightly at this time, raised his head, and glanced at Song Haoran, who was standing very quietly next to him, "What do you think? After all, this guy is also a director of the group. He has been gone for so long, so he should go to work hard."
"Uncle?" Song Ying looked at Song Haoran in astonishment.
She knew Song Haoran's character very well. There were many things he didn't want to do, even if his father asked, he might not pay for it.
Song Haoran shrugged at this time, "Don't look so incredulous, girl, the Song family has so much wealth, and I am still alive, so I can't have you shouldering it all by yourself, right?"
Song Ying looked suspicious... Why did her uncle Song Haoran seem to have changed his temper after she woke up? This guy used to work for a few days, but since she graduated early and came back, he left everything to her. And
He went off to explore the world.
"Why, if you feel sorry for me and I'm busy with work, you can consider finding a husband to help me as soon as possible~"
"roll!"
Song Haoran returned to his cynical look, but Mr. Song waved his hand at this time, "You can go out first. I still have a few words to say to Xiaoying."
"Okay." Song Haoran nodded: "I'm going to find the maid to find my work suit... Let's go now!"
After Song Haoran left, Song Tianyou looked at Song Ying and sighed, "Your uncle actually misses me when I was young. It's not that he doesn't care about me, but his heart is as high as the sky... In fact, the Song family is far from enough to satisfy him."
"Uncle this time..." Song Ying became a little confused.
"Those who are high-spirited will have to walk down the earth." Song Tianyou shook his head and said: "It may be a good thing that he has this idea. Just let nature take its course. The burden on you is not given by us.
, but you give it to yourself, and when it’s time to let it go, let it go.”
"Grandpa always feels that you and uncle are acting a little weird right now." Song Ying shook her head.
"Perhaps I have experienced too many things during this period." Song Tianyou breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly said: "Also, the meaning I conveyed to you that night, I thought about it later and felt that it was still a bit inappropriate. I think
Forget it, just pretend I didn’t say it.”
"That night?" Song Ying was stunned.
Song Tianyou said: "I'm talking about the matter between you and Luo Qiu... It's not sweet to force yourself. So I think it's better for you to let nature take its own course. Maybe you can find a more suitable one... especially
What's wrong with you? Are you still worried that I will suddenly mention this matter again later? Sakura?"
Song Ying didn't know what to think, so she quickly said: "Oh... I understand, thank you, grandpa! If this is the case, I am relieved."
Song Tianyou laughed: "You, if you have something, don't hide it in your heart. Your grandfather and I are not the kind of people who stick to the past. The key is what you think. To be honest, I also really hope to see you with
Walking into the church with a happy smile.”
"Grandpa! It's better if I don't get married. I will stay with you from now on." Song Ying hugged Mr. Song like a baby at this time.
"Hehehe." Mr. Song gently patted the back of his only granddaughter.
Song Ying was also smiling at this time, but she seemed to have something on her mind. She simply put her head on Song Tianyou's shoulder and looked out the window, wondering what she was thinking.
…
…
At night.
It was already past one o'clock in the evening, but there were more people patrolling inside the humble house. Because the Song family had been attacked twice in a row recently, Uncle Wu, who was the housekeeper, was very angry and had already issued a death order. If it happened again.
The third time, everyone will be replaced.
These bodyguards are all from the village, and many of them regard it as an honor to be responsible for guarding a humble house. It would be the worst thing to do if they were driven back and returned to work.
So everyone worked hard and didn't miss any possible place!
"who!"
In the darkness, a cold shout rang out, and then three bodyguards rushed out instantly, blocking a figure in the corridor. One of the bodyguards even pulled out a gun.
"You are seeking death!"
Unexpectedly, the person who was caught was none other than one of the masters they were guarding: Song Ying!
Song Ying was only wearing a thin pajamas at the moment, staring at the three bodyguards who were sweating coldly. She thought to herself that it was midnight, why did Miss Ying run out again and couldn't stop for a while?
"Sorry, Miss Sakura, we thought we had enemies." One of the bodyguards immediately admitted his mistake.
"Okay, okay, go and do your work." Song Ying waved her hand and said, "I just can't sleep a little, so I came out for a walk. You can go back to your posts."
"Okay then." The bodyguard said, "If anything happens, please remember to shout as soon as possible, we will be there soon."
The humble house at this moment was like an iron barrel, so there should be no problem, so the three bodyguards left quickly. Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief, walked through the corridor, and then stopped at the door of a room.
In front of the door.
Song Ying hesitated again and again, and finally reached out and knocked on the door for a while.
Not long after, Luo Qiu opened the door, looked at Song Ying who knocked on the door, and said in a daze: "What's the matter? If you are going to go racing, I think it's better not to go this time."
"Am I going to have to go racing to find you?" Song Ying glared at Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu blinked: "The first two times were for car racing."
"You, if you don't get angry, I'll die!" Song Ying clenched her fists and clenched her teeth, but soon she was like a deflated balloon, holding her hands and saying: "I'm hungry, give it to me
Make some porridge, I want to eat this!"
"Now?" Luo Qiu looked at the time.
It's almost two o'clock in the morning.
"No, it can't be done?" Song Ying's tone became a little weak.
Luo Qiu shook his head, "That's not true. Wait a minute. I'll bring some clothes."
Luo Qiu quickly put on a thin coat and walked out.
…
…
"Be careful. Fourth uncle doesn't like other people touching things in the kitchen, especially his kitchen knives and spatulas!" Song Ying sat in front of the kitchen workbench at this time, holding her chin in her hand and looking at Luo Qiu, 'goodwill'
reminds me.
"You don't actually need a kitchen knife or spatula to make white porridge." Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will wash the things after you finish eating."
snort.
Song Ying snorted lightly and looked elsewhere. After a while, she moved her gaze back and looked at the back of Luo Qiu, who was washing rice.
I don’t know who told her that men who can cook are actually very attractive when cooking. At that time, Song Ying was still a little disapproving.
If a person is highly skilled but has a crooked winter melon and cracked dates, I am afraid that even if he has this charm, it will be in the infinite opposite direction of the y-axis arrow, right?
"It's a little bit..." Song Ying tilted her head and muttered.
"Did you just say something?" Luo Qiu turned around at this time.
"Who told you? You're so smart! Hurry up, you want to starve me to death!" Song Ying subconsciously glared at her again.
Luo Qiu shook off the water stains on his hands and asked casually: "What do you want to eat with side dishes?"
"You Tiao!" Song Ying said it directly without thinking.
Unfortunately, Luo Qiu shook his head and said, "I don't know how to make fried dough sticks."
Song Ying immediately said disdainfully: "What, zero points! I can't even make fried dough sticks!"
Luo Qiu said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be worse if you insist on saying that you can make something that you clearly don't know how to do... There are some pickles here, which must have been pickled by Uncle Fourth. I can get some for you."
"Okay, okay, as long as you can eat it...how long will it take?"
Luo Qiu said: "The kitchen here also has a very old-fashioned stove. I found some lychee wood, so I plan to use firewood to burn it. The taste will be better, but it will take a little longer."
Song Ying sighed, looking helpless, and grabbed a tomato from the vegetable basket next to her, and took a bite.
Later, Luo Qiu began to break off the lychee wood, put it into the stove little by little, then lit a fire, and then started to watch the fire.
Looks quite busy.
What an incredible person... He seems to know everything, but he doesn't seem to be... I haven't seen him take the initiative to show off or anything.
Such a person... needs to be with him for a long time before he can slowly discover his...
Song Ying felt a little sleepy as she watched, her eyelids began to become heavy, and Luo Qiu's back gradually became blurry, leaving only the rhythmic crackling sound of firewood burning in the silence.
When the firewood began to smolder, Luo Qiu stood up and stretched.
At this time, Song Ying was lying on the table and fell asleep. Luo Qiu took off his coat, put it on Song Ying, and walked to the yard outside the kitchen.
There is another small vegetable garden here. I don’t know who is taking care of it. It is very organized.
The night was as cool as water. Luo Qiu went to the small vegetable garden, picked some green vegetables and spring onions, and then started to get busy.
Time passed little by little.
Song Ying woke up suddenly. After all, she couldn't sleep for too long in this position of sleeping on the table. When she woke up, she found the coat on her body.
Without saying anything, Song Ying just put the coat on her back and stuck out her tongue at Luo Qiu's back.
At this time, there was actually a casserole in front of her, and there was a small plate of pickled radish next to it. There seemed to be a little sesame oil on it, and there was a scent of sesame.
"I woke up, just fine."
"What time is it?" Song Ying yawned.
"It's almost three-thirty in the morning." Luo Qiu came to Song Ying with a plate and put it down, "It's boiled and I didn't fry it over high heat for fear of waking you up. But it's not suitable to eat too greasy food in the middle of the night.
The vegetables are young leaves picked from the yard outside and are easy to digest."
Despite this, it seems that this simple boiled green vegetable is not just boiled with hot water, but simmered with stock.
Song Ying watched helplessly as Luo Qiu opened the lid of the casserole, and the aroma of rice began to overflow. Along with the billowing white mist, the pure white rice grains in the casserole had completely melted.
"Do you like chopped green onions?"
"It's okay..." Song Ying nodded.
So Luo Qiu sprinkled some green onion on the white porridge, then filled a bowl and placed it in front of Song Ying.
Song Ying couldn't wait to hold up the bowl with both hands, but it was too hot, so she immediately retracted her hands and pinched her ears.
But she quickly realized that Luo Qiu had seen this, and immediately pretended to be nonchalant, carefully picked up the bowl, then turned around, her back to Luo Qiu, and drank slowly.
Suckling.
Then she ate a little more with the pickles. The pickles were pickled by her fourth uncle who was a skilled cook, so the taste was natural.
As for the small green vegetables simmered in the soup, Song Ying didn't miss it. She ate the whole pile and she almost didn't eat anything after coming back. After this meal, she felt full of happiness.
When Song Ying put down the bowl, she realized that she seemed to have eaten a little too much. She glanced at Luo Qiu proudly and found that he was already cleaning the stove.
"Hey, you said you have a girlfriend, what kind of person is she?" Song Ying suddenly asked.
"Hmm... how should I put it?" Luo Qiu thought for a while: "She should be a very quiet girl and good at taking care of others."
Song Ying frowned, "Then what do you like about her? Just because she is good at taking care of others?"
Luo Qiu turned around and said, "There is still some in this pot, do you still want to eat?"
"No, no, my stomach will burst if I eat any more." Song Ying quickly shook her head.
Luo Qiu smiled, then walked to the table and started to clear away the tableware. Song Ying looked at it pitifully, and her voice was much weaker: "Hey, you haven't told me yet, what do you like about her?"
Luo Qiu stopped, looked at Song Ying and said, "Have you ever seen black tulips?"
Song Ying nodded.
Luo Qiu whispered: "She is like a black tulip, mysterious and noble."
