Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"No problem, of course, it's no problem. This is a huge happy event. I saw the notice at the gate of the government office before, and I was wondering if you would participate!"

Lin Qinghe was very excited, but after thinking about it, he added: "There are a lot of people eating in Zuixianglou in the morning, and it is close to Gongyuan. I feel that there will be more people tomorrow morning. I'm worried that you won't be able to eat well here, so Well, tell me the inn and I will send someone to deliver it to you tomorrow morning."

"This, this, this, then thank you Sister Lin for causing you trouble."

"Let's not talk about this between us."

Lin Qinghe looked around and called Xie Jinglin over, and he ran over quickly, with nimble legs and feet.

"Master." His back was slightly bent and he did not stand very straight.

"Tomorrow Sister Song's husband will participate in the evaluation. You go to the kitchen and clean the ingredients. There is no room for mistakes."

Xie Jinglin glanced at Song Tingran in surprise, and then lowered his eyes.

"Yes, Master, I'm sure it will be spotless."

Xie Jinglin went directly to the kitchen, and Lin Qinghe sent Song Tingran to the door of the store.

"Go back and rest quickly. Xie Jinglin is here to do the work. He knows it's such a big deal, so there will definitely be no problem."

"Okay, then I'll leave first. When the evaluation is over, I'll come see my sister again."

Song Tingran hurried back to the inn, while Shi Yan and Sang Cheng were unpacking the things they had brought and making a bed.

"My wife is back and has warm water ready for you."

Sang Cheng picked up the teapot and poured a cup, and handed it over with both hands. Song Tingran was also walking in a hurry on the road and was thirsty, so he drank it all in one gulp.

"Why did you take everything out again?"

"I always feel uneasy and want to see what is missing. In fact, this is pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I always feel uneasy."

Song Tingran helped Shi Yan check again. He only had six brushes, which was actually enough.

"Just go to the school as a daily routine tomorrow. Eat when you're hungry, drink water when you're thirsty, and rest when you're tired. It's not a big deal."

"Okay, I remember."

The three of them packed up their things and put them aside. As long as Shi Yan was around, Song Tingran always acted very relaxed. Sang Cheng saw it and didn't criticize her.

Song Tingran and Shi Yan slept on the same bed, while Sang Cheng slept alone on the opposite bed.

Shi Yan was tossing and turning at first. Although his movements were gentle, it was still very obvious in this silent night.

Song Tingran slowly stretched out her hand and patted his shoulder gently, as if coaxing a baby, and then he gradually fell asleep.

The next day, it was dark.

Sang Cheng got up quietly. He remembered to give Shi Yan hot water, and when he tiptoed to go out with the water bag, he suddenly found that his wife was also awake, but because he was afraid of waking up the people around him, he Not daring to move, just looking around with two eyes.

Sang Cheng shook the water bag in his hand, and Song Tingran nodded slightly. In the dim room, Shi Yan was still asleep.

Song Tingran was a little thankful that he had brought Sang Cheng here, otherwise he might have had to wake up Shi Yan before he could get hot water.

The inn still does business. When Sang Cheng got to the kitchen, more than a dozen pots of hot water had been boiled. Some people were queuing up, and he joined them.

Because almost all the people queuing up here were women, he was very uncomfortable standing in the middle, but thinking that filling him with hot water was a big deal, he lowered his head and stared at the ground.

Finally it was Sang Cheng's turn. He happily started to fill the water bags with hot water, because he had brought more water bags, with eight water bags in total. The people behind him kept urging him, but in his hurry, he accidentally tipped over. The back of his left hand instantly turned red.

He endured the pain and continued to pour water.

"I said, if you prepare so much water for your wife, you won't be afraid that she won't be able to write the title in the tribute courtyard and will only focus on paying tribute, hahaha."

Sang Cheng didn't care about these mocking words. He only knew that his eldest brother was pregnant and could not get thirsty. So he filled up the water bag and ran back with the water bag.

At this time, there were already more people coming and going, so Sang Cheng tried to stay to the side as much as possible.

"Excuse me, do you know which way to go to Jiazi Room on the second floor?"

Sang Cheng was shocked. Isn't this his own room? The man in front of him was not good-looking, but he was also handsome and he was holding a huge food box in his hand.

"Um...what's the matter with you?"

"I'm from Zuixianglou, and I'm here to deliver breakfast to the guests."

"I'll take you."

Sang Cheng led the way, followed by Xie Jinglin, and the two of them arrived at the door of Room A.

Sang Cheng knocked on the door first, and Song Tingran opened the door.

"You're here. It's really hard work so early in the morning. Go back and help me thank Sister Lin.

"My dear friend, you are joking. I washed this dish with my own hands. It is absolutely clean. Our shopkeeper made it under my watch. Please see if it suits your taste."

Xie Jinglin opened the food box, and the light aroma of rice hit his face, whetting his appetite.

Sang Cheng also followed him through the door. Xie Jinglin was slightly surprised that when he asked someone for directions, he actually asked the owner's house.

"With so many, Sister Lin must have gotten up very early."

"Fortunately, the shopkeeper said it won't be a big deal."

Xie Jinglin hadn't seen Shi Yan for a long time. He turned to look at his big belly and said, "Long time no see. You...you should pay more attention to your health."

When Shi Yan saw him like this, he was happy for him. His new life was really good.

"You too, take care of yourself."

Xie Jinglin delivered the food box safely. Even if he completed the task, he could not waste time.

"My dear friend, I'll leave first. There are still things to do in the store."

"Okay, go back quickly."

After Xie Jinglin left, the curious Sang Cheng quickly asked: "My wife, brother, who is this person? He looks familiar to you."

Shi Yan wiped his face and replied: "He is Shi Feiwan's biological father. As you know, we have met him today."

"It was him."

Sang Cheng's hands were not idle either. Taking advantage of the time when his wife and elder brother were cleaning up, he took out the dishes in the food box one by one and placed them on the table.

Duck porridge.

White-faced red date steamed buns.

Vegetable and tofu noodle soup.

Sesame salad.

Stir-fried cabbage with shrimps.

Steamed pork ribs.

Hard boiled eggs.

Fresh bamboo shoots.

Song Tingran came over and took a look. They were all thoughtful and nutritious ingredients, especially the shrimps and bamboo shoots, which were uncommon in this season.

"Shi Yan, Sang Cheng, let's eat."

"My wife, you went out last night just to order this breakfast for me?"

"Well, the food in this inn is not good and nutritious. Eat it quickly."

The three of them sat down, and Sang Cheng naturally picked up the boiled eggs. He placed his hands under the table and peeled off the skin. After thinking about it, he first gave it to Shi Yan, then peeled off another one and gave it to his wife.