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

Song Tingran wanted to ask Chen Xiangyin about her true identity. She was obviously very much admired by the empress and had a series of achievements. Why did she put so much effort into Yi Xiufang?

If she said it was just for money, she wouldn't believe it.

When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again, because Chen Xiangyin did not continue the topic just now, but instead talked about the next plan.

"I want to go back to Shengjing City as soon as possible. The news of Shen Zhiying's arrest will be known there soon, and someone will be sent to rescue him. I want to go back and stop him."

Chen Xiangyin felt as if she was ready to die.

"How are you going to stop it?"

"Naturally, I will bring things here clearly back to put pressure on the government offices in Shengjing City. Shen Zhiying has a backing, and I also have some strength."

Song Tingran shook his head.

"Such pressure is likely to hurt both sides. Moreover, there is no guarantee whether there will be a second Shen Zhiying, or the problem cannot be fundamentally solved. I still have to be on guard these days."

Chen Xiangyin thought it was reasonable. Naturally, her life was not in danger, but that was not necessarily the case for Song Tingran.

Sang Cheng came over and stood at the door of the dining room, holding some pastries in his hand.

"My wife, please have something to eat. I'll make some milk tea. It'll be quick."

"No, you've stayed up all night. Go back to your room and rest."

"Well, please call me if you need anything. My door is open."

Sang Cheng reluctantly left. Since Chen Xiangyin was still here, he couldn't say anything more.

"Then do you have any good ideas?"

"Instead of contending, it is better to let the Prime Minister's Mansion take the initiative to give up on Shen Zhiying."

"This is a bit difficult. Shen Zhiying grew up in Tianzi Embroidery Workshop and has always worked hard. Wait, how do you know that behind her is the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Chen Xiangyin never said that, so she was very surprised at this time. Song Tingran said lightly about the situation in the government office at that time, and it was Shen Zhiying who took out the token.

"This token will not be taken out until the critical moment. It seems that Shen Zhiying wants to kill you directly this time."

"It doesn't matter anymore. What's important is that my embroidery workshop will reopen and will focus on publicizing the Tianzi Embroidery Workshop and Shen Zhiying. You'd better go back to Shengjing City as soon as possible and promote it in this way. The more people who know about it, the better. Do you understand what I mean?"

Chen Xiangyin looked at Song Tingran, surprise coloring her brows.

"Naturally, the people who bought the dirty goods from Tianzi Embroidery Shop are all reputable people. For the sake of reputation, they will stand up. In this way, the real owner of the Prime Minister's Mansion will definitely protect themselves and keep up with all this. Let go of the relationship.”

Chen Xiangyin stood up and was about to leave. Song Tingran wanted to keep her for lunch, but she said she would eat it during the celebration next time, and then left quickly with her men.

Song Tingran threw half a piece of steamed bun to Manfu. The weather was hot now, so if the steamed bun from the previous day was placed in a cool place, it would not freeze as hard as in winter.

I went to add fodder to the livestock at home, and suddenly found that Zhiyi's carriage frame had not been removed. I quickly touched its horse's mane, and then removed the carriage frame.

"My wife, let me come."

Sang Cheng appeared behind him at some point. When Song Tingran saw him, she knew that he must not have had a good rest in the room. Otherwise, why would he have arrived without Chen Xiangyin walking up for a while.

"Didn't I tell you to have a good rest?"

"My wife, I'm not tired. My eldest brother and Jin Shu have to go to school in the afternoon. The others either have to recuperate or are pregnant and sleeping. I am the only one who has nothing to contribute to this family. I just want to get up and do some work." Cook."

Song Tingran walked quickly to him, and the two embraced here, her tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You are not allowed to say that again in the future. My Sang Cheng will always be the best Sang Cheng in the world."

Sang Cheng was also choked up. Thinking of what happened yesterday, he still couldn't calm down, so he hugged her tighter.

The two of them went to the kitchen together. They didn't want to make a complicated meal. They just wanted it to be quick and full.

Song Tingran made a large pot of ribs, beans and potatoes stewed in an iron pot, covered with flower rolls.

Hanamaki is super delicious

There are staple foods, meat and vegetables, all in one place.

Sang Cheng made milk tea, which didn't seem to go well with stewing in an iron pot, but it was still delicious.

Song Tingran was counting the time and wanted her husband to sleep a little longer, but as soon as she turned around in the kitchen, Qiao Jinshu appeared here.

"My wife, I smelled a fragrant smell in my dream. When I opened my eyes, I really smelled it. What did you do?"

Qiao Jinshu opened the lid of the pot, and when he saw the iron pot stewing inside, his eyes, which were still dazed just now, suddenly widened.

"You love to eat." "I love to eat." They both said at the same time.

Qiao Jinshu picked up the spatula and prepared to serve it out. Sang Cheng also helped.

Song Tingran was about to ask Shi Yan to get up for dinner, but Qiao Jinshu blocked the way out.

"My wife, I'm going with you. I can't see you, so I'm feeling flustered. I was really tired when I came back just now, and I kept dreaming in my dream."

"It's all over. This kind of thing will never happen again. Then let's go get them to eat together."

"Ah."

Qiao Jinshu took Song Tingran's hand and turned back to Sang Cheng and said, "Fourth brother, I'll be back soon."

Shi Yan's room is the closest to the kitchen, just a few steps away.

Song Tingran quietly opened the door first, and saw that Shi Yan was still asleep. For a moment, he couldn't bear to wake him up, so he took Qiao Jinshu and closed the door again.

"Master Wife, why don't you call me brother?" Question marks filled his head.

"He is too tired and slept soundly. How about I go to the book school to teach in the afternoon and you guys can rest at home."

"No, with such a good opportunity, I naturally want to go together. I will teach in the book school with you."

The two went to the backyard again, because the smell of the iron pot stew was really fragrant. When they arrived in the inner courtyard, Xiao Yuchen, Chang Yuqiao, and Wen Li were all awake, but Wen Ci was still asleep.

"It's time for lunch. After dinner, you can continue to rest at home."

Qiao Jinshu immediately ran to the kitchen to serve food with Sang Cheng. What he said always meant what he said.

Shi Yan turned over, and a very weak feeling of emptiness spread throughout his body. He got up vaguely and anxiously and came to the dining room.

At first glance, he saw that the whole family was eating stew in an iron pot, and he was a little confused.

Song Tingran quickly stood up, pulled Shi Yan to sit in his seat, and gave him a piece of delicate short ribs.

"I originally wanted you to sleep a little longer, did we wake you up?"

"No, I suddenly woke up on my own." Shi Yan didn't eat, but just looked at her.

Qiao Jinshu gnawed on the ribs and said vaguely: "Brother, my wife has to go to the school for you. I want you to rest at home. I thought I had a chance to be alone with my wife. Alas, I can only eat more." A few pieces of pork ribs can make up for my young mind."