Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Fortunately, Song Pingqing's short hair had not grown long, so she was very quick in washing and blow-drying her hair.

This time Murong Ba finally made up his mind to make these kids suffer. There was not even a bowl of noodles in the kitchen.

If we were to ask what staple food Song Pingqing makes the fastest, it would have to be pancakes.

Since Murong Xue was already by her side, there was no need for her to make those hard dry cakes. She boiled water, mixed half unleavened dough and half scalded dough, and kneaded the dough to make scallion pancakes.

Fortunately, Murong Xue's group's pot has a flat bottom.

"Uncle still wants us to get together." When Song Pingqing started making pancakes, Murong Xue came out of a simple shower. Her long hair had just been blown dry by a hair dryer and was still slightly damp.

When Song Pingqing saw the frying pan that Murong Xue had placed in the kitchen before she took a bath, he immediately understood why this thing was distributed to each group.

"Why do you say that?" Murong Xue had no idea how to use the pot. She just felt that if her father really wanted them to stay together, he shouldn't let them go to the island separately.

"What do you think is the difference between our pots?" Song Ping picked up the large iron pot weighing ten pounds on the stove and showed it to Murong Xue.

"The bottom of your pot is round. The bottom of mine is flat." Murong Xue blinked her eyes. "So what?"

"Mine is a wok, yours is a frying pan, and I caught Shen Ci this morning, and what he had was a steamer. They have different functions." Song Pingqing said as he quickly cut a plate of shredded green peppers.

So Shen Ci would burn down the kitchen when he cooked. That pot is not for cooking.

"Oh, so we need to get together to have enough tools." Murong Xue understood now.

"Yep."

Song Pingqing was quick and agile, and when he turned the scallion pancake over, he shredded the washed potatoes and peppers and threw them into the water. He also cut the pork belly slices and wild rice stems. When the pancake was almost done, he quickly stir-fried two simple dishes and made a big pot of seaweed egg drop soup.

"I'll leave some for Shen Ci, we'll eat first." Song Pingqing took two small plates and scooped out a little of each.

"Why didn't he come back with you?" Murong Xue rarely took the initiative to help, taking the dishes and bringing them to the dining table.

"I brought him two dry biscuits, and he took the dry food to catch other people." Song Pingqing served Murong Xue a bowl of soup and rejected Murong Xue's attempt to serve the soup, "It's too hot, you can't carry it."

"Oh." Murong Xue sat obediently at the dining table, looking at the side dishes that were usually placed in front of her. She would even look down upon them. She felt her mouth watering and wanted to throw away her manners and eat them all.

Song Pingqing glanced at Murongxue and saw that her hair was already dry, so he went to wash his hands: "I'll tie your hair up first, so it won't fall into the soup later."

Murong Xue was about to move the spoon, but when she heard this, she immediately withdrew her hand.

The scene described by Song Pingqing was simply too ugly for her to watch. Murong Xue could not bear it at all.

Without Zhang Ma, Murong Xue is really a young lady who can’t even comb her hair properly.

Song Pingqing tied her hair into a neat bun, which made her look cute and delicate like a neighbor's daughter.

"Okay, let's eat!"

As the saying goes, a full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man. There are lucky ones who are rescued by a nanny who travels thousands of miles to rescue them, there are good boys who somehow find their way to the nanny's base camp, and there are unlucky ones whose luck drops to the bottom, and when they meet up with others, they find that no one can cook.

Gu Zongnian: "You can't cook."

Wu Qiming: "This vegetable paste is delicious."

Gu Zongnian took a sip with suspicion, and immediately vomited. He kept saying "Puh, Puh" for a long time, and said in a bad tone: "Are you kidding me? Is this food for human consumption?"

Wu Qiming, who had already eaten two bowls of rice in a self-deceiving way, sighed quietly, "You really don't know what body management is."

Gu Zongnan:?

Gu Zongnan: It’s over, he’s gone crazy.

When Shen Ci picked them up, the two were arguing over who should get the last bite of vegetable porridge.

Wu Qiming frantically defended the food: "Didn't you say this isn't for human consumption? Then why are you snatching it from me?!"

"Fuck you! If I'm willing to eat something so bad, I'm flattering you!"

Shen Ci, who was standing at the kitchen door: "......"

Broken, crazy two.

"You guys should have something delicious." Shen Ci held up the bag of two dry biscuits in his hand, "Big brother baked these dry biscuits, would you like some?"

The two men who were fighting over the last bite of vegetable porridge looked in the direction of Shen Ci at the same time, with the fierceness in their eyes like a hungry wolf with half its fur not fully grown.

Shen Ci silently took a step back: "There are conditions."

"Hurry up and speak!" Gu Zongnan held Wu Qiming's arm tightly, fearing that he would snatch the last bite of vegetable porridge with one movement.

"You can eat, and you can have three meals a day, but starting today, you need to hand in a treasure chest every three days." Shen Ci said succinctly, "After all, we have to feed so many people, and Big Brother doesn't have time to go out and dig for treasure, so we have to hand in part of what we dig up."

"Deal!" Gu Zongnan had already dug up three, so he immediately let go of Wu Qiming, rushed up quickly, snatched the dry food bag from Shen Ci's hand, took out a dry biscuit and started showing off.

"I agree too. Damn it, why is the one you took a bigger size than mine!" Wu Qiming arrived a step late and could only take the slightly smaller dry biscuit.

Shen Ci would never admit that he couldn't help but take a few more bites on the way.

It was already evening when Shen Ci brought Gu Zongnan and Wu Qiming back to camping site No. 6.

The clouds in the sky were particularly beautiful. Song Pingqing looked at the sunset for a long time before saying to Murong Xue, "It's a pity that my uncle took all the things away. Otherwise, I would have asked Gu Zongnian to take some photos. It would have been very beautiful."

Murong Xue nodded: "What are we having for dinner?"

Song Pingqing was amused by her reaction: "When did you start to think about what to eat?"

Murong Xue has never paid much attention to her appetite. Upon hearing this, she glared at Song Pingqing fiercely and said, "How annoying. Forget it. I won't ask anymore."

"Wrong, wrong." Song Pingqing quickly pulled her back. "I took out the spare ribs and chicken nuggets at noon. There should be a lot of people here tonight. I'll make you a meal of my hometown food."

"Hometown food?" Murong Xue was slightly curious, "What's delicious?"

There is no daikon here, so it is impossible to stew daikon in an iron pot, but stewing it in a clay pot is no problem. Song Pingqing's iron pot stew is truly inherited from Old Lady Song.

In preparation for this meal, while Murong Xue was catching up on her sleep in the afternoon, Song Pingqing had already mixed the multi-grain flour so that they could happily make a pot of pancakes.

"Iron pot stew." Song Pingqing didn't keep the secret this time. "In the summer, we opened a restaurant for grandpa and grandma, and this is the main dish. When we return to Jincheng, I will invite you to eat at my restaurant."

"Are there any private rooms?" Murong Xue asked casually. She remembered that the restaurant of Song Pingqing's family was just a small workshop. As a young lady, she absolutely did not want to eat in a noisy hall.

"Have."

"Are you preparing such a big meal in the evening because they have been hungry all day?" Murong Xue asked.

"No, no, no, I just hope they can have a better meal so they can work harder when digging for treasure." Song Pingqing told Murong Xue about the meal ticket rules he and Shen Ci had discussed when they met today, "This way I can sit back and reap the benefits without leaving home."

Murong Xue was very satisfied that Song Pingqing had no intention of accepting her meal ticket. She even curled her lips in pleasure and said something that was euphemistically flattering:

"But in fact, with your skills, it shouldn't be a problem to dig out more treasure chests than the average, right?"

People all hope to be the one who is favored.

"We are all friends, so that's enough." Song Pingqing peeled an apple, cut it into small pieces and put it in a bowl, then inserted a small fork into it and placed it in front of Murong Xue.

"Great! You've learned to be humble." Murong Xue picked up a piece of fruit elegantly. "Have you ever thought about what if Shen Ci didn't bring them back? Or what if those two don't agree with the price of the meal ticket?"

"The pot is in my hands, and the rice is in my hands, so of course I have the final say." Song Pingqing was so proud.

At half past seven, Shen Ci came back with Wu Qiming and Gu Zongnan.

The moment they saw Song Pingqing's figure, Wu Qiming and Gu Zongnan almost rushed towards Song Pingqing while yelling "Big Brother, Big Brother".

"Stay away! Don't come over here!" Song Pingqing picked up the clothesline and waved it at the two men, successfully blocking them three meters away.

"Brother, my longing for you is as endless as the rushing water of a river." Wu Qiming shouted.

What the hell is this description? This guy has lost all his dignity just to have a bite to eat.

Song Pingqing's face was dark.

"Brother, I'm hungry, need food." The great devil Gu was begging for food online.

"Now, immediately, go take a shower." Song Pingqing firmly resisted the group of people from getting within three meters of him and Murong Xue, "You are not allowed to eat until you wash yourself clean."

The three brats yelled and rushed to the bathroom.

As soon as these three people left, Murong Xue couldn't help but let out a burp again.

I am a weak young lady who cannot take care of myself.

Faced with Murong Xue's level of mysophobia, Song Pingqing was really helpless.

Campsites generally have outdoor stoves.

The ingredients and stir-fry were prepared early, and we just had to wait for a few people to come back before we started cooking.

Song Pingqing asked his bodyguards to set up a shed outdoors to prevent small flying insects from flying into the pot. He then took the ingredients out of the house, put on an apron, and heated the oil in the pot to prepare for cooking.

"Stay away from me, don't get splashed by the oil." Song Pingqing coaxed Murong Xue away.

Miss, it will only affect the speed at which the chef cooks.

In fact, earthen pot stew is generally not cooked in this way. A large stove is built. But at the moment, there is really no such condition, so we can only make a low-end version as a second best option.

Song Pingqing covered the pot and explained to Murong Xue who was standing a few meters away, "Wait until you go to the restaurant to eat it. It will definitely taste more authentic than what is made this way."

The pots were all made by Old Man Song himself and his men. Before Old Lady Song boasted about it on the phone to him, Song Pingqing had no idea that his grandfather in this life had such a skill.

But it’s not surprising. People of their generation can do anything.

Although he lived a long life in his previous life, he was still a junior of their generation and his hands-on ability was still weak.

"According to the plan to end the island activities on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, I will go to your house for dinner as soon as I return to Jincheng." Murong Xue kept this matter in mind and immediately planned it into her itinerary.

It wasn't enough to say one sentence to Song Pingqing, Murong Xue said, "I'll go tell the bodyguards to pass a message to Dad, so that there won't be any schedule conflicts."

"Okay, go ahead." Song Pingqing waved his hand at her, "I have to watch the fire here. I'm not familiar with using this pot yet."

The boys were very fast at taking a shower. When the iron pot still had five minutes to boil, all three of them had already finished.

"Brother, we're here to pay for our meal tickets!" Gu Zongnian came over holding a heavy-looking box and put it on the table. "Mine! Jadeite!"

Hahahaha!

Song Pingqing looked at Gu Zongnian with a convinced look in his eyes: "Are you serious?"

"Good stuff! Really!" Gu Zongnan knew Song Pingqing had misunderstood as soon as he saw the look in her eyes. He immediately opened the box, took out the stone, and took a flashlight to show Song Pingqing the opened window on the original stone.

The light from the incandescent lamp in the makeshift shed was not very good, but under the illumination of the flashlight, one could still see that the window the size of an adult's palm refracted a warm and soft light. The color was very beautiful, and even under such light, one could see a very obvious purple color.

"The best Chundaicai! The water quality is amazing. If you hire a skilled craftsman to carve a large piece, it can be a family heirloom. If you consider the material and not the workmanship, it is worth more than 20 million!"

Gu Zongnan really dares to speak out.

Song Pingqing was also speechless.

After all, she was an old lady, so how could she not like this kind of thing?

It’s a pity that Murong Baba only taught the appreciation of antiques and gems back then, and did not offer any special courses on jade, so Song Pingqing didn’t quite understand it.

Although she knew that President Murong Ba would never leave ordinary things on the island, and Gu Zongnan would not give her ordinary things as a meal ticket, Song Pingqing couldn't help but feel nervous when she looked at the raw stone as big as a cantaloupe.

If the price of this thing is really the same as what Gu Zongnan said, then the food cooked by Song Pingqing is really expensive.

20 million for three days???

Before Song Pingqing could decide whether to accept it or refuse it, Murong Xue took the lead and closed the box containing the raw stone: "Okay, give it to me, next one!"

His movements were so quick and decisive that he was afraid that Gu Zongnan would go back on his word.

It can be seen that the stone is really a good thing, and the eldest lady's behavior of protecting her own people is extremely obvious.

Gu Zongnan saw through it, chuckled a few times, and stepped aside.

A man who knows the current situation is a hero. As a man, he can't argue with this person who doesn't need a meal ticket beside his elder brother...