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

At this time, the aroma of the earthen pot stew was so strong that it made one cry when he smelled it. As someone who had paid for his meal ticket long ago, Shen Ci wanted to squat beside the pot and wait for it to boil.

Such a fragrant smell is simply the cruelest temptation in the world for these hungry ghosts.

Gu Zongnian handed in his meal ticket and walked away, and Wu Qiming came forward quickly with the meal ticket in his hand.

"It's my turn, it's my turn, it's my turn!" His tone was so urgent that he was afraid that Song Pingqing would not accept it.

Before he could say what the meal ticket he handed in was, Song Pingqing looked at Wu Qiming with a surprised look, then looked at Murong Xue: "Is it my illusion?"

"What?" Murong Xue didn't react to what Song Pingqing was saying.

"Why do I feel like Daming has lost weight again?" Song Pingqing stared at Wu Qiming for a long time, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "It's only been two days since we arrived on the island, right?"

How can you lose weight so fast? ? ?

Could it be that the box in his arms was too big, making him look thinner?

Although the box was big, it was not so big that Wu Qiming looked small.

Before Song Pingqing could figure out what was going on, Gu Zongnan suddenly burst into a cold laugh.

The composition of this sneer was very complex: three parts disdain, three parts ridicule, and four parts contempt.

He has the aura of a future domineering male protagonist.

Song Pingqing didn't laugh, but glanced at Gu Zongnan.

Gu Zongnan fell silent instantly and stood obediently behind Murong Xue waiting for food.

"How can I not lose weight when I travel such a long distance every day and eat vegetable porridge every day?" When Wu Qiming mentioned this, he felt wronged and was about to cry.

"My meals were all mushy, and my uncle didn't even have anyone prepare vinaigrette or salad."

"Then why don't you add some soy sauce and salt to adjust the seasoning yourself?" Song Pingqing asked.

"I don't know what that stuff is. I couldn't help it and added some to it at noon today, and ended up making Zong Nian vomit." Wu Qiming also felt a little embarrassed and said this while covering his face.

No wonder Gu Zongnan sneered so abruptly just now.

Feelings are the victims.

Gu Zongnian: Sugar and vinegar, no salty taste, hiccups———

“I had no choice but to make a new version without any content.”

Shen Ci was too embarrassed to expose them, and when he arrived, the two were fighting over the last bite of vegetable porridge.

"Okay. You've worked hard, kid."

Seeing Song Pingqing nod, Wu Qiming eagerly opened the box and said, "Brother, I'll give you this as a meal ticket, okay?"

"Wow~ great!" The one who spoke up this time was Gu Zongnan, who had just handed in a piece of jadeite rough stone.

The tone of this supporting actor was totally different from the mocking tone just now, nor did it sound like deliberate flattery, but rather like genuine shock.

What the hell.

Without waiting for Song Pingqing to get up and check, Wu Qiming took out the things in the box.

It turned out to be a ginseng that was beautifully packaged and huge in size.

"Wow--" Logically speaking, this thing should be a product of Song Pingqing's hometown in this life. However, Song Pingqing had never seen such a big ginseng in his two lives.

"This...how many years has this thing been around?" Song Pingqing stuttered.

"It says two hundred years here." Wu Qiming turned over the ginseng box and showed it to Song Pingqing.

Murong Xue watched silently, but she could see the intention of this group of people taking out these meal tickets.

With the support of the Murong family, the Song family has become a nouveau riche. What nouveau riche lack most are, first, the recognition of truly wealthy families, and second, the foundation that can make people feel confident in their bones.

Gu Zongnan saw this, so he gave the Song family the spring-colored jadeite raw stone he had dug out, which was most suitable for carving into ornaments and decorating the Song family's facade.

Wu Qiming could also see this, so he gave him a hundred-year-old ginseng that could be used to save his life in times of emergency.

The timing of Shen Ci handing over the meal ticket was abrupt, but what he gave was also a piece of top-quality sapphire rough stone. Murong Xue had already seen that thing, and it was indeed good, and should be able to reach the level of royal blue.

They are thoughtful.

Seeing that Song Pingqing couldn't let go of the ginseng, Murong Xue coughed twice and reminded her: "Put it away, it's time to boil it."

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the aroma filled the air. The brats surrounding the pot could still bear it, but the bodyguards who had eaten several meals of instant noodles and dry food were going crazy.

Zhao Lei: It was a wrong decision after all! ! ! !

"Let's eat." Song Pingqing took out the tableware and distributed it to the people. "First of all, there will be delicious food every day. Don't overeat!"

Seeing Wu Qiming couldn't help but move closer to the stove, Song Pingqing tapped his head and said, "Go sit at the table. It's too hot here."

"Brother, as long as you cook, I will be happy to go through fire and water."

Under Wu Qiming's sincere gaze, Murong Xue made an impatient "tsk" sound and handed him a pair of chopsticks with a look of disgust on her face.

As soon as he got the chopsticks, Wu Qiming rushed to the steamed buns in the iron pot: "You are my God!"

Song Pingqing's eyes twitched: "Remember to hand in your meal ticket on time! One box every three days."

Wu Qiming was so busy that he couldn't speak. He used the chopsticks in his right hand very quickly, twisted the steamed bun with his left hand, and made the OK gesture repeatedly.

Song Pingqing couldn't help shaking his head at the big steamer: "I really am. When there were activities at school, I would always go around the stove. Now when there are activities at another place, I still have to go around the stove."

"You come out to get close to nature, I come out to get close to the stove."

"Brother! I will definitely learn how to cook when I get back!" Wu Qiming immediately made a guarantee, but the guarantee was not very clear before he even swallowed the food in his mouth.

However, Gu Zongnian, who was sitting next to him, understood what he heard and couldn't help but vomit: "Please, stay away from the stove. I don't want to die young."

Wu Qiming looked at Song Pingqing's suspicious eyes and laughed awkwardly: "Haha, haha, I think I'm quite talented."

"It's better to rely on Jianguo than on you." Song Pingqing was speechless.

Theoretically speaking, with her explosive fighting power, she should have become the most coquettish wild king in this event.

As a result, the teammates were not strong enough and forced the jungle king to become a nurse.

Who can I talk to to explain this?

We can't let them starve to death.

Ugh--

Song Pingqing: Life is not easy, grandma sighed.

As more and more people gather together, food will be consumed faster and faster.

After the children had their fill, they all began to feel sleepy. Only Shen Ci forced himself to stay awake and cleaned up the kitchen with Song Pingqing.

"You can actually wash the pot." Song Pingqing was shocked when he saw Shen Ci washing the pot very skillfully with a steel wool and detergent.

She had always thought that Shen Ci was one of those people who never had to do any housework. But now it seems that this might not be the case. She might have misunderstood Shen Ci too deeply.

"When my brother and I lived together, he was responsible for cooking and I was responsible for washing dishes." Shen Ci even put on plastic gloves professionally.

"Great!" Song Pingqing praised sincerely.

She really doesn't like washing pots and dishes, and she firmly believes that sweeping robots and dishwashers are must-have items for every household.

"Then the job of washing the pots and dishes will be left to you. I need to count the ingredients." Since someone had taken over his most disliked job, Song Pingqing simply became a hands-off boss and started counting in the kitchen.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but once you do, you will find that there are indeed not enough ingredients in the kitchen.

Jianguo will be here by tomorrow at the latest. With six of us together, the food in the kitchen won’t last more than two days.

"I'll go ask." Song Pingqing closed the refrigerator door and went straight to find Zhao Lei.

"Do we need to go to other campsites and bring the food over ourselves?"

Hearing Song Pingqing's question, Zhao Lei shook his head decisively: "If you transport it by yourselves, the freshness of the food cannot be guaranteed at all. From now on, someone will come to replenish the supplies for Camping Point No. 6 every day. You just need to divide the work reasonably and dig out the treasure."

This is good news.

It's hard not to wonder if it was President Murong who changed the rules temporarily.

This time Murong Ba was really cruel!

Back then, school activities at least provided a packet of noodles every day, but here I am, they don’t even provide a packet of noodles.

I don’t know if Mr. Murong has no idea about the concept of instant noodles at all.

There are many kinds of rice and flour, so it doesn’t matter even if there is no new supply in the middle.

Jianguo arrived in the afternoon of the second day after everyone gathered.

Seeing the five neatly arranged small tents of different colors at camping site No. 6, Jianguo said a little embarrassedly: "I'm late."

"When I saw the note yesterday, it was already past the time to leave the camp, so I had to set off early this morning."

This morning he set out almost as soon as he was allowed to leave the camp, but his location was fifteen kilometers away from Camping Site No. 6, a full twenty kilometers in a straight line, so he barely arrived at noon.

"There's no lunch." Song Pingqing spread his hands. "The advantage of Campsite No. 6 is that it's in the middle, but the disadvantage is that it's very far from the farthest treasure hunting spots in each direction, so everyone sets out early in the morning with dry food."

Jianguo patted his bag and said, "What's the big deal? I brought some dry food with me."

Jianguo hesitated for a moment: "Aren't you going to dig for treasure?"

"I'm not going." Song Pingqing grinned, "I'll cook and collect rent!"

"There is such a thing?!" Jianguo was shocked. The most he could think of was to help others make some food, but he didn't expect Song Pingqing to turn this into a full-time job.

Jianguo thought for a moment and then said firmly, "Take me with you!"

"You want to be a cook?"

Running in front of her to steal her business??? When did Jianguo become so unreliable???

"No! Bring me some food!" Jianguo said as he took off the bag on his back and dumped a bunch of things out of it with a clang. Then he looked like a workaholic and said sincerely and firmly:

"Cooking is just a waste of my time. I should invest my limited time in treasure hunting!"

Song Pingqing looked at him as if he were a fool: I don’t understand and I am shocked.

"There are only forty-nine treasure spots in total. You may not be able to dig up enough even if you hand in so many." Song Pingqing hurriedly stopped him.

"You didn't go treasure hunting." Hearing Song Pingqing say this, Jianguo showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and hurriedly explained to Song Pingqing, "Some treasure spots are hidden and not marked on the map!"

! ! ! ! !

Oh no, I was deceived by the map given by Mr. Murong Ba.

Song Pingqing was shocked!

Song Pingqing failed to control the force and broke the chopsticks in his hand.

"I've already found three hiding spots!"

Song Pingqing's eyes were red with anger: "So I ran around the island for two days to gather people together, but I didn't find a hiding spot???"

Jianguo thought of Song Pingqing's insensitivity to maps, chuckled, and was too embarrassed to respond.

Song Pingqing: I was so angry that I wanted to faint.

No matter how much Song Pingqing regretted it at the moment, he couldn't run away and continue his treasure hunt. After all, the agreement had already been made, and he couldn't break it no matter how tempted he was.

In the final analysis, Grandma Song is too simple and honest, and cannot compare to the cunning and scheming of a domineering boss like Murong Bazong.

But then again, this is a treasure that we picked up for free after all. If we don’t have as much as others, then so be it. People shouldn’t be too greedy.

Song Pingqing forced himself to find reasons to comfort himself, and kept repeating to himself while cooking:

“Money is something outside of the body. You can’t bring it with you when you are born, and you can’t take it with you when you die. Money is something outside of the body. You can’t bring it with you when you are born, and you can’t take it with you when you die.”

After doing this several times, I finally calmed down my money-loving heart.

At six o'clock in the evening, Murong Xue, Gu Zongnan and others returned.

Gu Zongnan’s roar could be heard from a long distance away.

"Brother - Brother - what are we going to eat tonight -"

Song Pingqing's hands were shaking slightly while he was cooking.

It really makes me dream back to the scene of my parents taking care of their grandchildren.

"We went to several locations and found them all." Gu Zongnan came over and said sullenly, "It must have been Jianguo who did it. We checked it before we left this morning. It can't be the same person again."

Song Pingqing glanced behind him: "Oh."

"So where is Jianguoren??? He should have come over by now, it's been two days." Gu Zongnan's eyes could not leave the pot.

"Here." Jianguo's voice came directly from behind Gu Zongnan.

Gu Zongnan let out a loud "Ah!" and Song Pingqing almost threw the pot away.

"Gu!!!Zong!!!Nian!!!"

As expected, grandma is sometimes not an age, but a destiny.

In the intervals between their chattering and noise, Murong Xue had already gone into the bathroom and took a shower, coming out with the sweet smell of shower gel all over her body.

"Is the meal almost ready?" Murongxue came over and saw Song Pingqing staring at the wok in a daze. "Ah, why are all the vegetables spilling out?"

"Just now Gu Zongnan was howling in my ear, and I was scared." Song Pingqing complained.

"I understand." Murong Xue picked up the rolling pin on the chopping board and went out.

Sometimes, a sister is an aura, and a brother is a destiny.

Although Song Pingqing needed to prepare another dish at the moment, he felt much better when he heard Gu Zongnan shouting "I was wrong!!!" outside the kitchen.

Oh, I mean fate~~~