Su Jinyan's craftsmanship is very good.
Song Qingyang clearly felt that several of his colleagues were closer to him.
"Brother and sister, you are good at cooking."
Su Jinyan received the compliment and smiled shyly.
Song Qingyang looked at Su Jinyan, who was sitting next to Wenwen and pouring wine for them from time to time, as if he had met her for the first time.
She is different today.
This outfit is eye-catching and makes her look completely different. The book says that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. It turns out it is true.
"Mr. Song, you are so lucky. If we come here to have dinner more often in the future, you won't mind, right?"
"If you gentlemen could come, my humble abode would really be in full bloom." Song Qingyang said.
"Brother and sister, you also have a drink."
Su Jinyan waved her hand: "I'm not strong enough to drink, so I still can't."
"Drink, drink. If you get drunk, just go back to your room and sleep. You won't be in trouble."
Song Qingyang said from the side: "Please pay respects to all the adults and express your feelings."
"Then I respect you all." Su Jinyan poured the wine and took a sip with a slightly bitter expression.
"Haha...siblings are so interesting."
Song Qingyang has never seen Su Jinyan like this.
After a glass of wine, her cheeks turned as red as peach blossoms. Those eyes were a little blurry, as if covered with a layer of fog, and like spring water with ripples.
The adults didn't stay long, drank two jars of wine, and stood up to leave.
Song Qingyang came back after seeing them off. When he saw Su Jinyan swaying around to clean up the mess, he said, "We'll clean up tomorrow. It's too late today and you've drunk too much. Let's rest first!"
"No..." Su Jinyan waved her finger and said seriously: "Today's work must be completed today, and we cannot leave it for tomorrow."
Song Qingyang supported her: "You drank too much and you can't even stand steady."
Su Jinyan pushed him away and walked a few steps on the spot: "Look, I didn't drink too much, I was very sober. Leave me alone, you are getting in the way here and preventing me from packing my things."
Song Qingyang: "..."
She had never disliked him as much as she did today.
However, for some reason, she made him a little excited today.
He looked Su Jinyan up and down.
In order to make it easier to pack things, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white porcelain arms.
It turns out her skin is so delicate.
Also, the fragrance lingering on her body.
"What are you still doing here?" Su Jinyan saw that he didn't move. "You have to run errands tomorrow, why don't you go back to your room and rest?"
Song Qingyang came back to his senses, shook off the thoughts in his mind that shouldn't exist, and said, "Okay, I'm going back to the room. You can rest after you finish packing."
Su Jinyan continued to clean up the mess.
Song Qingyang looked back at her figure.
With a bang, she hit the wall next to her.
She touched her painful forehead and slapped the wall angrily, as if this was her revenge.
Song Qingyang: "..."
This is too childish.
How does she look like a twenty-seven-year-old woman?
"That's stupid." Song Qingyang muttered, opened the bedroom door and walked in.
Su Jinyan packed her things, picked up the food that was warm in the pot and walked towards the woodshed.
When she pushed open the woodshed door, the person lying there opened his eyes.
He looked in her direction displeased and snorted.
Su Jinyan first put down the things in her hands, then lit the candle and placed it next to the bedside.
"I'm sorry, it's a bit late today. They kept looking for me just now, and I couldn't get away at all. However, I left a lot of meat for you, delicious braised pork..."
Tang Rongzhi took it and ate it with big mouthfuls.
Even if you want to be angry, you have to fill your stomach first. He was not stupid, he was angry with her when he was so hungry that his chest was touching his back.
"You look like a little pig..." Su Jinyan giggled.
Tang Rongzhi raised his head and saw that her face was flushed, and the smell of alcohol came over her head bit by bit.
"Have you been drinking?" The braised pork is indeed delicious. This woman's craftsmanship is really good.
"A little bit..." Su Jinyan pinched her fingers and made a little gesture. "It turns out that this is what wine tastes like. It was my first time drinking, and it felt a little weird, but I was very happy."
"Drinking makes you so happy?"
"Qingyang...he praised me. Qingyang even served me some food...Qingyang..."
"Stop it..." Tang Rongzhi frowned, "I'm still eating, don't make me lose my appetite."
Su Jinyan grabbed his sleeve and showed a silly smile: "What's your name? You are really my lucky star. You see, Qingyang treats me differently as soon as you come."
Tang Rongzhi: "..."
Others call him the Lord of Hell, the executioner, and black and white, but this is the first time someone calls him a lucky star.
"My name is Su Jinyan, what's your name?"
"Tang Rongzhi."
"Tang, Rong, Zhi, what a strange name." Su Jinyan read his name word by word. "It's not easy to remember at all. But it's as nice as Qingyang's name."
Tang Rongzhi: "..."
Is there nothing else in her mind except Song Qingyang?
Su Jinyan reached out and plucked off the rice grains from his mouth, handed it to his mouth, and stuffed it directly into his mouth without wasting any of it.
Tang Rongzhi: "..."
He took a deep breath and stared at Su Jinyan.
"Why don't you eat?" Su Jinyan urged. "Eat quickly, I want to sleep."
Tang Rongzhi sneered: "Forget it, what's the point of arguing with a drunkard?"
Su Jinyan lay down beside Tang Rongzhi's bed and fell asleep. By the time Tang Rongzhi finished the meal, she was already fast asleep.
In the early morning of the next day, when Su Jinyan woke up, she found that her head felt like needles pricking her head, which was very uncomfortable.
She opened her eyes, and when she saw the man in front of her, her eyes widened.
"You...I..." She sat up suddenly.
"Hiss..." Tang Rongzhi took a breath. "I'm also injured on my waist, can you be gentle?"
Su Jinyan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her clothes were intact.
She looked at where she was lying, and then at Tang Rongzhi's injured state, unable to move, and her expression became even more relaxed.
If he's injured like that, there's definitely nothing he can do.
"It's time, are you sure you want to glare at me?"
"Breakfast..." Su Jinyan quickly arranged her clothes and hair and hurried out.
I forgot to make breakfast for Song Qingyang yesterday, and I can't forget it again today. However, when she came out, she found that Song Qingyang had already gone out.
It's late again today.
"Forget it, let's think about making money!" Su Jinyan said to himself. "I want to make more money. Now I have a little capital left in my hand, which I can use to prepare better rouge."
Tang Rongzhi found that Su Jinyan had become very busy.
Although three meals a day are still cooked according to his taste, except for meal time, he can only see her busy figure at other times.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm making a paste." Su Jinyan said, turned around, pointed at the paste on her face and said, "It can make the skin more supple and tender, and it can also leave a fragrant smell."
Tang Rongzhi: "..."
