After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

"Ah, what's going on? Let Auntie take a look."

Sure enough, Song Weitang immediately squatted down very worriedly, and asked with a worried face.

The little guy blinked his eyes.

"Auntie, it may be that I have grown tall recently, and my legs have a little cramp."

When Song Jinyan said this, Song Weitang breathed a sigh of relief and scared her to death.

The two little guys are both tall. It seems that they must pay attention to nutrition when they cook recently, and arrange more fish and shrimp. Song Weitang has already thought about related delicacies in his mind.

After a short time, Song Weitang decided to make stuffed dace at night.

The calcium content of fish and shrimp is very high, but the two little guys don't eat much fish unless they make fish balls.

Stuffed dace is one of the famous dishes in Shunde.

All the parts of the whole fish are removed, cooked separately, and then reassembled into a complete fish.

In this way, when eating fish, you can completely ignore the fishbone.

Especially suitable for two little ones who don't want to eat fish because of the fishbone.

Song Jinyan turned his head and took a special look at Fu Junyan.

Hmph, in my aunt's heart, he and Yanyan are number one.

The people my aunt worries about the most will always be them.

Fu Junyan raised his eyebrows.

That night when Fu Junyan was in charge of teaching Song Jinyan's homework.

Song Jinyan glared angrily at the person in front of him.

"Why did today's homework suddenly increase?"

"You have learned this stage itself is the amount of courses."

The man sitting in front of the desk slowly raised his head and said lightly.

"If you feel that you are not competent, I can also reduce the amount of courses. When I was studying these, the amount of courses was twice as much as yours."

Fu Junyan said lightly, and added a special sentence at the end.

"No, if you can do it, I can do it too."

Song Jinyan flatly refused. Not only did he not have any objections to the current progress, but he actively asked to speed up the learning progress.

"you sure?"

Fu Junyan looked at Song Jinyan suspiciously.

"I'm sure."

Song Jinyan answered without any hesitation.

"Well, then don't go to your aunt and say that I deliberately bullied you and assigned you too many tasks."

"Don't moan, I voluntarily."

Song Jinyan interrupted Fu Junyan's words and said in a cold voice.

(Hei Yao: Boy, you are still too young!)

After solving Song Jinyan, Fu Junyan left Song Jinyan who was doing homework in the room, and then walked out slowly.

"Does Xiaojin have a lot of homework recently? I think he stays in his room almost every day after school."

Song Weitang asked worriedly.

"It's quite a lot. He is a transfer student, and his progress is far behind the current classmates, so he has been working hard. You also know that Song Jinyan is very face-saving, so don't mention it in front of him."

Fu Junyan said softly.

Song Weitang nodded hastily.

"Actually, if it's too hard, should I go to the school to discuss with the teacher, maybe ask the teacher for make-up lessons, Xiao Jin always studies late, I'm worried about his health."

Song Weitang said in distress.

She has never raised a child before, but now she has two children, and she is always afraid that she is not careful enough, and she does not think comprehensively.

"Don't worry, it's okay, they are not children anymore, they will measure themselves."

Fu Junyan said softly.

"Tangtang, Mr. Xu said that his wife really wants to eat the barley cake you made, but he is embarrassed."

"What's so embarrassing, I'll make some and send it to Grandma Xu."

Song Weitang's attention was diverted instantly, and she immediately went to the kitchen.

The rest of Fu Junyan raised his eyebrows.

Looking at the two closed rooms.

Early the next morning, Song Weitang was dragged by Fu Junyan to Weishi Film and Television City.

Sleepy and rubbing her eyes, Song Weitang was led out of the car.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a living Jiufenglou appearing in front of him.

All drowsiness dissipated in an instant.

She widened her eyes and covered her mouth with one hand.

Can't make a sound for a long time.

She was afraid that once she opened her mouth, she would lose control of her emotions.

Even with these people around her, she would still feel panic.

Afraid that in the blink of an eye, it was just a dream.

Fu Junyan, Xiaojin, and words are all bubbles.

She walked forward slowly, reaching out her hand to touch the bricks and tiles in front of her.

It is not a particularly large courtyard house, and the antique buildings are integrated with the entire film and television city.

The bamboo forest planted in front of the door makes a rustling sound when the wind blows.

"Is Miss Song still satisfied?"

Hei Yao next to him came up at this time and asked with a smile.

Song Weitang's head was lighting up like a chicken pecking rice at the moment.

Jiufenglou is the ancestral property of her Song family, and she has learned cooking skills in Jiufenglou since she was a child.

When she first drew the blueprints, she didn't have extravagant hopes that everything could be restored, she just thought that it would be roughly the same.

She did not expect that Hei Yao could actually reproduce her drawings one by one.

"thanks……!"

Song Weitang turned around, bowed to Hei Yao,

Hei Yao didn't react for a while, and jumped up in fright.

He couldn't help but instinctively glanced at Fu Junyan.

I rub!

Master Fu, it's none of his business!

Miss Song's gift was too sudden.

He didn't take the credit on purpose.

Facing that icy scum-like gaze, Hei Yao felt wronged more than anyone else.

It's not that you don't leave your name behind when you do good deeds.

"Miss Song really doesn't need it, it's really nothing!"

Hei Yao hurriedly reached out his hand to help Song Weitang up, but just as his hand touched Song Weitang's arm, he quickly retracted.

Fortunately, fortunately, I was almost stupid again!

"Tangtang, mention a name!"

Fu Junyan was naturally a little displeased when Tangtang put all his credit on Hei Yao's head.

He immediately changed the subject.

Song Weitang was indeed attracted by his words, and raised her head accordingly.

The red hijab was torn off, and the plaque was blank.

Fu Junyan raised his finger slightly, and Hei Yao immediately asked someone to carry the plaque over.

This time, Hei Yao learned his lesson and stood on the sidelines, so he had to let Master Fu come when he wanted to gain favor.

but……

Calligraphy is something that few people seem to be able to write right now!

Master Fu was so sure that Miss Song would.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if Miss Song didn't know how to do it at all!

Hei Yao secretly muttered in his heart.

But at this time, looking at Master Fu's expectant face, he would only speak when he was stupid.

Song Weitang stepped forward and picked up the ink-soaked brush.

Tilting his head slightly.

"There is a small shop."

Song Weitang raised his wrist and wrote a pen, a few flamboyant and phoenix characters landed on the plaque, which complemented each other perfectly.

"No matter how busy the years are, I just hope that this place will always be a simple shop."

Jiufeng Tower is the past, and the present is the present.

"it is good."

The girl with curved eyebrows, when she smiles, looks like a ripe apple, making people want to take a bite.

"Miss Song, are you going to open a shop today?"