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

Then he fed the old duck soup bit by bit with a spoon. The white radish and duck in it were stewed for two hours. They were very soft and rotten, just right for him to eat slowly.

After eating old duck soup, Wen Ci went to bed. Song Tingran asked Wen Li to take a rest too, and she took time to go to the embroidery workshop.

Inside the embroidery workshop, it was surprisingly lively.

"My boss."

Tong Gui was cleaning up the ground with Lin Fusheng and others. He felt relieved when he saw that Song Tingran was fine.

Chang Yuqiao looked carefully at the pile of half-burned embroidery, not wanting to miss anything that could still be repaired, so Li Zhuangzhuang stood beside him and picked after him.

"My wife, you came and burned a lot of things. It's a pity. There are also things for Moxiang Embroidery Workshop. It will probably take a while."

"It's okay. I'm familiar with Chen Xiangyin. I'll write a letter to tell her everything that happened here. It doesn't matter if the delivery is late."

Chang Yuqiao smiled, no matter what happened, his wife always had a way to solve it.

Liu Qiaojiang was painting the walls and listening to everyone talking. Since she got married, she seemed to talk a lot more than before and was willing to interact with the neighbors.

Before Song Tingran could say anything, Liu Qiaojiang spoke: "It looks scary, but in fact it's not that serious. The big guys arrived in time and put out the fire. It's also because the quality was good when you built it, so you don't need to ask for anything." Someone come and help me and I can fix it for you.”

"Thank you, Liu Qiaojiang, and thank you Tong Gui."

Liu Qiaojiang waved his hand. She didn't like to thank people who came and went, so she continued to work.

Outside the embroidery workshop, there was a sound of horse hooves, and everyone came on horseback, still carrying her mailbox and looking inside worriedly.

"Is anyone here?"

Song Tingran was confused and walked out. When he saw Qi Qi returning, he was too embarrassed to invite them to sit in the embroidery workshop. It was a mess now.

"Is it you? But is there a letter from the embroidery workshop?"

Qi Gui nodded, took out a package from her mailbox, and said, "This is from Zhu Yuan's family."

Song Tingran didn't think much, she shouted into the embroidery workshop and called Zhu Yuan.

Qi Gui looked very happy and handed the package to Zhu Yuan.

"You see how much your family cares about you. They just sent cakes last time, and they are sending something else this time."

Zhu Yuan took it and opened it directly at the door. Inside was a brand new linen dress. It looked like the previous style, but the tailoring was still very fine.

"No, no, not done, done, wrong, right?"

"No, I've been to the embroidery workshop several times, so I definitely won't send you the wrong one."

Zhu Yuan looked at Qi Gui. He knew that the conditions at home were not good. If there were such linen clothes, they would only be given to his elder sister at home. Before he came to the embroidery workshop, he had never worn new clothes. They were all picked up by his elder brother. Aren't they made from dad's clothes?

"By the way, Miss Song, I heard that there was a fire in the embroidery workshop last night. Is anyone injured?"

"what?"

Song Tingran didn't react for a while. Qi Gui had indeed come here several times, but the concern was still very sudden. In order not to be embarrassed, he quickly continued: "Fortunately, no one was injured. We just burned some embroidery. It doesn’t matter, as long as the person is a good person, that’s fine.”

"That's the reason. Then I'll leave first."

"Wait a moment."

Song Tingran quickly wrote a letter to Chen Xiangyin and paid the price of an urgent letter.

"Miss Qi, this letter is very important. I would like you to help me deliver it to Shengjing City as soon as possible."

"Do not worry."

Qi Gui put the letter in the mailbox and put it away, then rode away. His back was quite cool.

"Master, master's house, the conditions in my house are not good. These clothes, clothes, clothes, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"That's not necessarily the case. They from Xinfang always do things properly. If the wrong delivery is made, I heard they will have to pay for it. I guess the pest problem at your house has been resolved, and the family will naturally be well-off. Also, the court will usually do the same. Give it a subsidy, don’t think too much, it looks pretty good.”

Zhu Yuan nodded, went in with the new clothes, showed them to Lin Fusheng and others, and shared them together.

Li Zhuangzhuang also leaned over to take a look.

"Brother Zhu Yuan, you must look good in this,"

"Thank you, thank you, little, little, little, Zhuangzhuang."

Song Tingran touched Li Zhuangzhuang's head. The child seemed to have grown taller, but also lost a lot of weight, which was a bit embarrassing.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had suspected Li Fengmei of not giving Li Zhuangzhuang breakfast, but since he gave Li Zhuangzhuang the steamed bun slices, he never came to the Song family in the morning, and the matter passed naturally.

Just taking this opportunity today, Song Tingran called Li Zhuangzhuang to the side. As he passed by, he touched Chang Yuqiao's hand, and he followed him tacitly.

"Zhuangzhuang, why have you lost so much weight recently? Is it because your elder master told you too many things?"

Song Tingran deliberately joked, not wanting to put too much pressure on Li Zhuangzhuang.

"No, Master Chang is very good to me. It's because I don't like to eat recently, so I'm a little thin."

Chang Yuqiao was stunned. Sometimes he would bring some delicious food to Xiufang. Every time, Li Zhuangzhuang was the one who ate the most. It didn't seem like he didn't like to eat.

"Zhuang Zhuang, you didn't lie to Master, did you? And your Aunt Song, they all care about you. Let me ask you again, why have you lost so much weight recently?"

Li Zhuangzhuang was a little hesitant. He didn't want his master to know about this kind of family matter.

Song Tingran was prepared to take the lead.

"Is it your mother who doesn't let you eat enough?"

"No! It's not her."

After all, Li Zhuangzhuang was a child, and he was blown away all of a sudden. After saying this, he became upset.

"Aunt Song, Master Chang, let me tell you, it's best if you don't tell my parents."

"Ah."

Li Zhuangzhuang clasped his little hands and lowered his head, as if he was the one who did something wrong.

"It's my two sisters. They didn't want me to go to school. Later, when the resort opened, my mother and father would eat first and then leave. They ridiculed me for learning embroidery and wouldn't let me have breakfast."

Li Zhuangzhuang wiped his tears vigorously to prevent them from falling, holding it back and pretending to be strong.

"Later, they told my mother that I was a picky eater. As long as I ate more, they would say even harsher words in private. I didn't dare to eat at home."

Song Tingran Chang Yuqiao didn't expect that this was the case. Of these two sisters, the second sister was born to Mr. Li Fengmei, but the eldest sister, like Li Zhuangzhuang, was the child of the second husband, so it turned out to be like this.

"Tell your mother about this."

"No, my mother works very hard. She has to take care of the whole family. I don't want to cause trouble. I eat less every day. I'm not hungry anymore. I'm very used to it. Thank you Aunt Song, Master Chang."

Li Zhuangzhuang was obviously very sad. He wiped his tears again and returned to the embroidery workshop to continue working.

It is not difficult for the Song family to add an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, but after all, this is someone else's child. He can help for a while, but not for a lifetime, and he cannot eat in the Song family all the time.