I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

Seeing Song Shi going to the kitchen to be busy, Meng Qingyue glanced at Zeng Shaoke, who was looking bad: "Old man Zeng, don't feel bad for that kind of person. Isn't it that you already have a very good apprentice by your side, and you still want to do so many things?" Well."

After saying that, Meng Qingyue stopped talking to Zeng Shaoke and stretched his hand towards the bag of oranges that Song Manman was carrying.

Before Meng Qingyue could get the orange in his hand, Song Manman took the orange away.

Meng Qingyue looked at Song Manman with an aggrieved look: "Girl Manman, wasn't this brought for me?"

"Master, this is for you, but you can't eat it now. Later, you and Master Zeng will eat salt-steamed oranges together. It's cold and it's not good to eat them cold. These salt-steamed oranges are also very delicious. My second sister-in-law's house It’s a unique secret recipe!”

"Let your uncle Zeng eat these steamed oranges. The master is not coughing or sick, and once these oranges are steamed, they still have that delicious flavor!"

Seeing the expression on his master's face as if he was playing tricks, Song Manman turned around and stopped looking in Meng Qingyue's direction: "No, the second senior brother said that you were greedy last year, so you were hospitalized."

Listening to Song Manman's words, Meng Qingyue was both happy and helpless. He was so happy that several of his disciples were thinking about him, but what was helpless was that there was a high probability that they would not be able to eat fresh oranges this year.

After a while, Song Shi finally brought out the salt-steamed oranges: "Master, Master Meng, the oranges are ready. Come and eat the oranges!"

Several people sat around the stove, chatting, eating oranges steamed with salt, and took some sweet potatoes and roasted them aside.

"I didn't expect this steamed orange to be quite delicious." After taking a bite of the salt-steamed orange, Meng Qingyue narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and said with admiration.

"Okay, Master, please don't eat cold food later. The steamed oranges, rock sugar, snow pear and white fungus soup are all delicious. I'll come over and make them for you when the time comes."

Hearing Song Manman's words, Meng Qingyue choked up: "Manman girl, can you cook?"

Meng Qingyue also felt sorry for his little disciple, the only female disciple, but since he went to the Song family, he found that there was no shortage of people to love his little disciple.

He was afraid of being burned when cooking, afraid of being splashed with oil, and afraid of having his hands frozen when washing dishes. In short, he had never seen his little apprentice cook in the kitchen.

"I know how to cook. Although my cooking is not as good as my second sister-in-law's, it's still pretty good."

Song Manman is quite confident about her cooking skills. Although she can't compare with Tao Sanwei and Tao Shaoshao, compared with other people in her family, she feels that her cooking skills are really superior. It's a pity that , her cooking skills are useless when she is at home.

Song Shi on the side supported Song Manman and said: "I bear witness to this. The biscuits made by my sister are delicious, even better than those sold outside."

"Then master will have to try it later."

"Everyone who meets you has a share!"

"You old man Zeng...our girl Manman has always been generous, and she will definitely not miss out on your share." Meng Qingyue, who originally wanted to quarrel with Zeng Shaoke, thought of what happened last night and quickly changed his voice.

While several people were chatting happily, an uninvited guest came in outside the door.

Zeng Shaoke lives in a small courtyard and usually does not close the door when he is at home, so others can see when they come over.

Seeing Wang Deshan outside the door, Zeng Shaoke and Meng Qingyue's faces sank.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I say that we will never interfere with each other from now on." As he said this, Zeng Shaoke frowned slightly and his eyes were a little cold.

Wang Deshan walked to Zeng Shaoke's side, knelt on the ground with a plop, held Zeng Shaoke's trousers with both hands, and choked with sobs: "Master, I really know I was wrong. Please...please forgive me this time."

"Forgive you...then go and ask Lao Yuan and the others underground if they are willing to forgive you. You don't remember what you have done. How do you want me to forgive you?"

After Zeng Shaoke finished roaring, he took a deep breath, but his heart was still heaving.

Seeing that Zeng Shaoke was not standing steadily, Song Shi stepped forward and pulled Wang Deshan away, helped Zeng Shaoke sit on the chair, and helped Zeng Shaoke calm down.

"Master, please pay attention to your body and calm down your emotions."

Hearing Song Shi's name to Zeng Shaoke, Wang Deshan's face instantly turned ugly: "Master, why don't you accept everyone as your disciple? This kind of person is most likely just after your property, don't be deceived by him! "

"Don't call me master. As for who I accept as my apprentice, that's my own business. I know exactly who wants me and what I want. I'm not an old fool yet!"

Hearing Wang Deshan's words, Song Shi snorted disdainfully: "Comrade Wang Deshan, I have heard a lot about you. Based on what you have done, you don't seem to have any qualifications to question my character."

"Who do you think you are? When I became a disciple, you didn't know where to play in the mud!" Wang Deshan stepped forward and grabbed Song Shi's clothes, saying in a bad tone.

Pulling Wang Deshan's hand away, Song Shi stroked his clothes and said in a calm tone: "It is true that you became the master's disciple a long time before me, but there are some things that do not have an advantage if you arrive early."

Seeing the behavior of the two people and their completely different conversations, Meng Qingyue smacked his lips and patted Zeng Shaoke on the side: "This boy Song Shi is different from when he was in the library."

After saying that, Meng Qingyue looked at his young apprentice and nodded silently. Well, his young apprentice is also different from then.

When Song Manman saw Song Shi's appearance, she couldn't express her feelings. She only felt a little relieved and a little proud in her heart. Her once immature brother was now much more mature and stable.

But thinking about the past two years, everyone in her family has changed, more or less.

Seeing that Wang Deshan had something to say, Zeng Shaoke immediately interrupted his unspoken words: "Okay, Comrade Wang Deshan, I have made it very clear to you, you should not come again in the future."

Seeing that Zeng Shaoke was in trouble, Wang Deshan no longer made excuses: "You can abandon me so quickly, isn't it because you have a new apprentice? Let me see if you give him your property when the time comes. It will allow you to spend your remaining years peacefully, so that you won’t have a miserable life at the end of your life!”

After saying that, he pointed at Song Shi and sneered: "Aren't you just after the old man's money? You are so upright and upright. I want to see how long you can keep pretending."

"A grown man in his prime doesn't talk about making money with his own hands. He only cares about the money in the old man's pocket. Don't you think you are very pathetic!" After saying that, Song Shi looked at Wang Deshan calmly, without any hesitation. Not affected by his words.