My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

Dongmei said.

"This is because you have created too many karmas, and now they are coming back to bite you," Chunyu also took over the conversation.

Song Qingcheng smiled. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Compared with what Xie had done, what she was doing now was not even one hundred thousandth of what she had done.

Several people felt like they had let out a sigh of relief, but they had not forgotten how badly the girl's hand was injured.

After saying that, Xia He and the others got back to their work. On New Year's Eve, everyone in Chunhe Hall was busy coming in and out, leaving Song Qingcheng as the only idle person.

After finishing the inventory of the accounts in hand, Song Qingcheng had a rare moment of leisure. She half leaned on the Arhat bed. On the small coffee table were fruits and nuts from all over the world, all of which were not available in the capital.

Even if you have money you may not be able to buy them. Several plates are from Kanto, with hazelnuts, pine nuts, and durian from the south.

Although the taste of durian is special, it is only after countless times that the people from Chunhetang gradually got into the habit under the guidance of Song Qingcheng. Now they not only don’t feel the stench, but find it extremely fragrant.

It was not known whether the messenger had found out about her preferences or whether Pei Huaizhi had specifically instructed her to do so, but in any case, durian would be delivered to the capital every month.

At the beginning, Song Qingcheng was quite worried. She thought that one should not accept gifts without merit, and she would feel guilty if she received favors from others. For this reason, she specifically asked Pei Huaizhi whether it would have any impact on him.

Give someone a handle on you.

Unexpectedly, Pei Huaizhi glanced at her lazily, and said with a smile in his eyes, "There is no handle, and he still wants to thank you?"

She asked Pei Huaizhi why. She still clearly remembered the look in Pei Huaizhi's eyes. After all, there were not many people who shared the same bad taste as her and were so sharp-tongued!

She was almost choked to death.

Finally, Pei Huaizhi said while looking at the document in his hand, "This stinky thing is rare only in Wei, and it is also rare over there. If you really like this stinky thing, take it, and don't worry about the rest."

At that time, Pei Huaizhi kept shouting "stinky thing" and Song Qingcheng almost couldn't help but seal his mouth, completely forgetting that she was also quite disgusted with this stinky thing at the beginning.

Nowadays, the more I eat, the more I get addicted.

Qiuyue is also a clever person, and she has made many pastries with durian. When it comes to food, everyone in Chunhetang has a firm grasp of it.

Song Qingcheng took a bite of the crispy durian pastry and looked at the busy Qiuyue, "Xiao Yueyue, if we open a dessert shop in Shangjing, would you be willing to be the head steward?"

Hearing this, Qiuyue's eyes widened, "Miss, are you kidding me? Can I...?"

Qiuyue has been timid since childhood, but she envies Dongmei and the others in her heart. Although Song Qingcheng has never been so hypocritical, once a person develops an inferiority complex, it will grow uncontrollably. Even if he or she tries to restrain himself or herself, he or she will inevitably reveal some sensitivity and emotions.

Song Qingcheng saw all this, but she had not yet decided what kind of job to find for Qiuyue that would allow her to make use of her strengths but not make her feel uncomfortable.

It wasn't until today when I saw such a wide variety of snacks that I came up with an idea.

Qiuyue felt her eyes were sore and her eye sockets were red. She called out softly, "Girl?"

Song Qingcheng smiled and joked, "Today is Chinese New Year, it's unlucky to keep little Zhenzhu here. I think you are hoping that little Yueyue can earn a lot of money."