Song Ying was very sad that Bai Shuitang had sacrificed himself to save Song Haoran. Fortunately, Bai Shuitang's enemy, Basil, had been eliminated. It could be considered as revenge for Bai Shuitang.
Song Haoran said this to Song Ying in the presence of Song Tianyou, so Song Ying did not doubt it at all.
"I remember that Second Uncle has a cousin who works for him on Zhonghua Street. I think his name is Bai Zhan." Song Ying sighed. "Grandfather, Second Uncle risked his life to save Uncle this time. We can't treat him unfairly."
Old Master Song nodded. "Don't worry, your grandfather is someone who will repay kindness with kindness. I have some impression of this Bai Zhan you're talking about. A few years ago, Bai Shuitang brought him here to pay his New Year's greetings. I won't 'mistreat' him."
After pausing for a while, Song Tianyou patted Song Ying's hand and said softly, "Xiao Ying, stay here and rest for the next few days. Don't worry about anything else. Have a good rest."
"No … I still have a lot of work to do in the company." Song Ying shook her head. "I can't leave at this time. After all, Grandfather, you only have a few days left before you return to the country. I have to deal with it as soon as possible."
Song Tianyou felt heartache and guilt. His voice became softer. "You don't have to worry too much about this. I'll get someone to deal with the company's matters."
"Get someone?" Song Ying was stunned. She frowned. "Who else?"
Song Tianyou smiled. He raised his head and looked at Song Haoran, who was standing very quietly at the side. "Who do you think? This guy is a director of the company after all. He has been gone for so long. It's time for him to work properly. "
"Uncle?" Song Ying looked at Song Haoran in shock.
She knew Song Haoran's character very well. If he was unwilling to do something, many times, even if her father asked, he might not be willing to do it.
Song Haoran shrugged at this time, "Don't look so incredulous, girl. The Song family has so many properties, and I'm still alive. You can't be expected to shoulder all of them by yourself, right?"
Song Ying had a suspicious look on her face … Why did her uncle, Song Haoran, seem to have changed his temperament after she woke up? In the past, this guy did work for a few days, but ever since she graduated early and came back, he threw everything to her. He, on the other hand, went on adventures all over the world.
"What's wrong? If you feel bad that I'm busy with work, you can consider quickly finding a husband to help me ~"
"Scram!"
Song Haoran returned to his usual frivolous manner. Old Master Song, on the other hand, waved his hand. "You can leave first. I still have a few words to say to Xiao Ying."
"Alright." Song Haoran nodded. "I'll go ask the servant to find me a suit for work … I'll leave first!"
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 have responsibilities, it's just that his heart is higher than the sky … Actually, the Song family is far from enough to satisfy him."
"Then uncle this time …" Song Ying was a little confused.
"A person with high aspirations also has to step down." Song Tianyou shook his head and said, "It's probably a good thing that he has this idea. Just let nature take its course. The burden on your shoulders is not given to you by us, but by yourself. When it's time to put it down, put it down a little. "
"Grandpa always feels that you and uncle are a little strange now." Song Ying shook her head.
"Maybe it's because we've been through a lot recently." Song Tianyou sighed and suddenly said, "Also, I thought about the message I conveyed to you that night and felt that it was a little inappropriate after thinking about it. I think we should just forget about it. Pretend that I didn't say anything. "
"That night?" Song Ying was stunned.
Song Tianyou said, "I'm talking about the matter between you and Luoqiu … A forcibly picked melon won't be sweet. So I think it's better for you to let nature take its course. Maybe we can find a more suitable one … Especially you. What's wrong? Are you still worried that I'll suddenly bring this up again? Little Ying? "
Song Ying didn't know what to think and quickly said, "Oh … I know. Thank you, Grandpa! If that's really the case, I'll, I'll be relieved. "
Song Tianyou laughed. "You, don't hide anything in your heart. Your Grandpa isn't that kind of person. The important thing is what you think. To be honest, I really want to see you walk into the church with a happy smile. "
"Grandpa! I might as well not get married. I'll accompany you in the future. "Song Ying hugged Old Master Song like a spoiled child.
"Hahaha." Old Master Song gently patted the back of his only granddaughter.
Song Ying was also smiling, but she seemed to have something on her mind. She simply rested her head on Song Tianyou's shoulder and looked out of the window. No one knew what she was thinking.
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…
At night.
It was already one o 'clock in the evening, but there were more people patrolling in the house — Because the Song Family had been attacked twice in a row recently, Fifth Uncle, who was the butler, was very angry. He had given a strict order that if it happened a third time, everyone would be replaced.
These bodyguards were all from the village. Many of them regarded it as an honor to be in charge of guarding the house — If they were driven back, that would be the worst thing that could happen.
So they all gathered their strength and didn't let go of any possible place!
"Who's there!"
In the darkness, a cold voice rang out. Then, three bodyguards rushed out in an instant, blocking the front and back of a figure in the corridor — one of the bodyguards even pulled out a gun.
"You're courting 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 thin pajamas at this moment. She stared at the three bodyguards, making them sweat profusely. They thought to themselves, What the hell is wrong with this Miss Ying in the middle of the night? Can't she stop for a while?
"Sorry, Miss Ying, we thought there was an enemy." One of the bodyguards immediately admitted his mistake.
"Okay, okay, go do your work." Song Ying waved her hand casually and said, "I just can't sleep, so I came out for a walk. You can go back to your posts."
"Okay then." The bodyguard said, "If there's anything, please remember to shout at once. We'll be there soon."
At this moment, the house was like an iron bucket. There shouldn't be any problem, so the three bodyguards quickly left. Song Ying sighed at this moment. After walking through the corridor, she stopped in front of the door of a room.
Song Ying hesitated for a while, but finally reached out and knocked on the door for a while.
Not long after, she saw Luoqiu open the door. Seeing Song Ying knocking on the door, he was stunned and said, "What's the matter? If you're going to race, I think it's better not to go this time. "
"Can I only race with you?" Song Ying glared at Luoqiu.
Luoqiu blinked, "The first two times were for racing."
"You, you'll die if you don't piss me off once!" Song Ying clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. But soon, like a deflated balloon, she hugged her hands and said, "I'm hungry. Cook me some porridge. I want to eat this!"
"Now?" Luoqiu looked at the time.
It was almost two in the morning.
"Can't, can't I?" Song Ying's tone was a little weak.
Luoqiu shook his head, "That's not it. Wait a while, I'll take a coat."
Luoqiu quickly put on a thin coat and walked out.
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…
"Be careful. Fourth uncle doesn't like other people touching things in the kitchen, especially his kitchen knife and spatula!" At this time, Song Ying was sitting in front of the kitchen table. She looked at Luoqiu with her chin in her hand and 'kindly' reminded him.
"Cooking porridge actually doesn't need a kitchen knife and spatula," Luoqiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, after you finish eating, I'll wash them."
Humph.
Song Ying snorted and looked elsewhere – but not long after, she moved her eyes back to Luoqiu who was washing the rice.
She did not know who told her that a man who could cook was particularly charming when he was cooking. At that time, Song Ying did not think much of it.
If it was a man with superb cooking skills but ugly appearance, even if he was charming, it would be in the opposite direction of the Y-axis arrow.
"Just a little bit …" Song Ying tilted her head and muttered.
"What did you say just now?" Luoqiu turned around at this time.
"Who told you that? You think too highly of yourself! Hurry up, do you want to starve me to death? "Song Ying subconsciously glared at him again.
Luoqiu shook the water stains on his hands and asked casually, "What do you want to eat as a side dish?"
"Youtiao!" Song Ying blurted it out without thinking.
Unfortunately, Luoqiu shook his head and said, "I don't know how to make youtiao."
Song Ying immediately said with disdain, "What? Zero! You don't know how to make youtiao! "
Luoqiu laughed and said, "If you insist that you know how to make something that you don't know how to make, wouldn't that be worse … There are some salted vegetables here. They should be made by Fourth uncle. I'll just make some for you."
"Okay, okay, as long as it's edible … how long will it take?"
Luoqiu said, "The kitchen here has a very old-fashioned stove. I found some lychee wood, so I plan to use firewood to make it taste better. However, it will take a little longer."
Song Ying sighed with a helpless expression. She grabbed a tomato from the vegetable basket beside her and took a bite.
Later, Luoqiu began to break the lychee wood and put it into the stove bit by bit. Then, he started a fire and began to watch the fire.
He seemed to be very busy.
What an incredible person … It seems like he knows everything, but it also seems like he doesn't … I don't see him taking the initiative to show off either.
This kind of person … I need to accompany him for a long time before I can slowly discover his …
Song Ying began to feel sleepy as she watched. Her eyelids began to become heavy. She watched Luoqiu's back gradually become blurred. Only the rhythmic crackling of the firewood could be heard in the silence.
When the firewood began to smolder, Luoqiu stood up and stretched.
At this time, Song Ying had already fallen asleep on the table. Luoqiu directly took off his coat and put it on Song Ying's body. Then, he walked into the courtyard outside the kitchen.
There was a small vegetable garden here. He didn't know who was taking care of it, but it was in good order.
The night was as cold as water. Luoqiu went down to the small vegetable garden, picked some green vegetables and shallots, and then began to get busy.
Time passed by little by little.
Song Ying suddenly woke up. After all, she couldn't sleep for too long in this position — When she woke up, she found a coat on her body.
Song Ying didn't speak, just put the coat on the ground, and then stuck out her tongue at Luoqiu's back.
At this time, there was actually a clay pot 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 fragrance of sesame.
"You woke up, just in time."
"What time is it?" Song Ying yawned.
"It's 3: 30 in the morning." Luoqiu came to Song Ying with a plate at this time and put it down in front of her, "It's boiled. I didn't fry it on the fire for fear of waking you up. But it's not suitable to eat too greasy in the middle of the night. The vegetables are tender leaves picked outside the courtyard, and they are easy to digest. "
Even so, this simple boiled vegetables didn't seem to be casually cooked with hot water, but simmered with stock.
Song Ying watched. At this time, Luoqiu opened the lid of the clay pot, and the fragrance of rice began to overflow. Accompanied by rolling white smoke, the pure white rice grains in the clay pot had completely melted.
"Do you like to eat shallots?"
"It's okay …" Song Ying nodded.
So, Luoqiu sprinkled some green shallots on the white porridge, and then put a bowl in front of Song Ying.
Song Ying couldn't wait to hold the bowl with both hands, but it was too hot, so she immediately withdrew her hands and quickly pinched her ears.
But she quickly realized that Luoqiu saw this, so she immediately pretended as if nothing had happened, carefully held the bowl, and then turned around, with her back facing Luoqiu — drinking slowly, she slowly sucked.
Then, she ate a little more with the pickled vegetables. The pickled vegetables were pickled by Fourth Uncle, who had excellent cooking skills, so the taste was needless to say.
As for the vegetables simmered in the stock, Song Ying didn't let them go, and finished the whole stack — after coming back, she almost didn't eat anything, so this meal made her feel full of happiness.
When Song Ying put down the bowl, she seemed to have eaten a little too much. She glanced at Luoqiu proudly and found that he had already started to clean 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?" Luoqiu thought for a moment and said, "She should be a very quiet girl, and very good at taking care of people."
Song Ying frowned, "Then what do you like about her? Just because she is very good at taking care of people? "
Luoqiu turned around, "There is still some in the pot, do you want to eat more?"
"No, no, if I eat more, my stomach will burst." Song Ying quickly shook her head.
Luoqiu smiled and walked to the table to clean up the tableware. Song Ying looked at him with a pitiful expression, and her voice became much weaker, "Hey, you still haven't told me, what do you like about her?"
Luoqiu stopped and looked at Song Ying, "Have you seen the Black Tulip?"
Song Ying nodded.
Luoqiu whispered, "She is like the Black Tulip, mysterious and noble."
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