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

All along, as long as it was within the scope of principles, Song Pingqing always put Murong Xue's happiness first, and adhered to the educational philosophy of "Children's childhood is so short. As long as they don't make principled mistakes, they should be happy."

But today is different.

Song Pingqing opened his hands and blocked the door of the Song family's Chinese kitchen, refusing to let Murong Xue go in no matter what.

"Why do you have to go into the kitchen?" Song Pingqing was puzzled: What's so good about the kitchen?

Murong Xue was equally puzzled: "Why can't I go into the kitchen?"

What's wrong with the kitchen?

"When we fry something, the oil will fly up and splash and hurt you." Song Pingqing explained patiently.

"Then why aren't you afraid?" Murong Xue felt that Song Pingqing's reason was not valid.

The oil would splash and hurt Murong Xue, so would she run around Song Pingqing?

"Cooking is my hobby, I'm used to it."

Murong Xue was rarely stubborn: "You are depriving me of the right to try new things! What if I also like cooking?"

Song Pingqing thought to himself that it would be a miracle if your father would let you learn how to cook.

After being stared at by Murong Xue for ten minutes, Song Pingqing finally compromised and demanded that Murong Xue must be fully armed, wear long sleeves and long pants, put on an apron, and hold the lid of a 28-inch iron pot as a protective weapon.

"Why don't you have to wear it?" Murong Xue tilted her head to look at Song Pingqing who was tying the apron strings for her.

"I'll put it on after I've finished putting it on for you." Then Song Pingqing took a sleeveless apron and put it on.

"Why doesn't your apron have sleeves?"

"Because there is no third apron here."

"Why..." It was the first time that Murong Xue stayed so close to the frying pan, and she seemed to have a hundred thousand questions.

Song Pingqing: It's rare to have a childlike appearance, but a long string of these really makes people a little irritable.

Song Pingqing poured oil into the iron pot and turned on the gas stove. Just like he had told the children every time they fried food during the New Year in his previous life, he said to Murong Xue, "Don't talk while frying. Do you understand?"

The kitchen was Song Pingqing's territory. Murong Xue respected Song Pingqing's right to speak very much and immediately made a gesture to keep quiet.

Thanks, the world is a lot quieter.

Many ingredients contain water in their marinades.

Song Pingqing measured the oil temperature and put the fried chicken fillets in.

The moment the chicken fillet was put into the pot, there was a "sizzling" sound accompanied by oil splashing everywhere, and the oil pan was boiling. Murong Xue jumped one meter away and raised the lid of the pot to block it in front of herself.

Song Pingqing caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and curled his lips slightly.

Murong Xue looked at the food in the pot which was gradually changing color, and then looked at Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing didn't say anything. She didn't dare to speak after hearing Song Pingqing's request. She could only smell the tempting aroma gradually rising from the pot.

In order to have lunch at noon, Murong Xue didn't eat properly in the morning. She only drank a glass of milk and ate a small hot dog. Now, tempted by the aroma, her stomach growled in protest.

The sound of hunger was not actually obvious under the noise of the frying pan, but judging from the higher raised corners of Song Pingqing's mouth, she heard it.

What a little kid.

Soon, the chicken fillet was cooked. Song Pingqing turned off the fire skillfully, drained the oil from the chicken fillet, put it on the chopping board, cut it into small pieces, sprinkled it with sweet plum powder, inserted bamboo sticks, put it on a plate, turned his head and said to Murong Xue, "Do you want to leave the kitchen and eat outside?"

Murong Xue looked at the chicken steak in Song Pingqing's hand, then looked at Song Pingqing and shook her head.

"Okay, then it's the same if you stand by the pot and eat."

"This is so rude." Murong Xue had never done such a thing since she was a child. Even when she was digging for treasure on the island and was dizzy with hunger, she had never done such a thing as standing by the pot to eat.

"I tell you, it's more delicious when you stand by the pot and eat freshly fried food."

Maybe it was because Song Pingqing's words were too convincing, maybe it was because the aroma of the fried chicken was too tempting, or maybe it was because Murong Xue had reached the age where she should be rebellious and had developed a rebellious mentality towards certain rules.

In short, as soon as Song Pingqing gave this reason, Murong Xue didn't hesitate for even three seconds and immediately stood aside to eat the chicken steak.

She took a bite herself, and then used a skewer to pick up a piece and put it to Song Pingqing's mouth.

"You eat too."

Song Pingqing ate the chicken fillet in one bite, and his hands kept moving, throwing the prepared sesame seed bun dough into the pan. He thought to himself: Look, what a good child! I am very happy.

Zhao Lei bought a lot of ingredients, and Song Pingqing cooked them in many different ways, so Murong Xue couldn't finish them all by herself.

Fortunately, there were quite a few people in the Song family villa. Song Pingqing used some of the ingredients and gave the rest to the nanny to cook, so none of them were wasted.

Everyone is happy.

Except Xiuxiu.

Xiuxiu's teeth haven't grown in yet and she's still in the breastfeeding stage. She can only smell the tempting aroma but can't eat it, and she cries in frustration.

Xiuxiu: Wow - my grandma is biased, she doesn't love me anymore...

Murongxue, who was eating pork tenderloin pie, looked at Xiuxiu who was crying and asked Song Pingqing: "Why is your sister crying so hard?"

"Maybe he's greedy." Song Pingqing looked at Xiuxiu and took a big bite of the pork tenderloin pie in his hand as if to show off.

Sure enough, Xiuxiu cried even harder. The nanny saw that something was wrong and quickly took Xiuxiu away.

Song Pingqing's prank was successful and he laughed evilly in his heart, "Hehe".

After lunch, Murong Xue had achieved the purpose of this trip, so she directly called her bodyguard to pick people up.

"Get used to the new bodyguard. The banquet will be held in a few days, and we need to attend together then."

"Your dress will be delivered two days in advance. I will ask the stylist to come and style you in advance."

"At least dye your red hair back on the day of the party."

Murong Xue left the Song family, straightened her back and raised her chin, regaining her noble and elegant appearance as a young lady, and said in a proud and arrogant tone: "Don't see me off, go back."

Song Pingqing stood at the door, waved goodbye to her with a smile, and complained in his heart: You are the fastest at changing your expression, young lady.

Murong Xue had just left when Song Pingqing received a text message on his mobile phone. It was sent by the security company, telling him that the new captain of Song Pingqing's personal bodyguards would come to contact him at four o'clock this afternoon.

In addition, an email was sent, which contained detailed information about the new bodyguard, including name, contact information, photo and appearance.

The new bodyguard's name is very straightforward and interesting, it's Wu Lide.

This name is very well chosen. At first glance, it makes people feel that it has both military power and martial ethics.

Wu Lide is a big man who is two meters tall and weighs two hundred kilograms, with firm muscles and an imposing bearing.

He has a very righteously handsome appearance, and there is also a bright purple arrow on his head.

Song Pingqing: I thought Zhao Lei looked very lethal, but I didn't expect the new bodyguard to look even more courageous than him.

Who would dare to accuse such a strong man of having no martial ethics?

People only show super high morals in front of such people.