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

As soon as Wen Zhuo said that, he received a row of stares. Except for Song Pingqing, everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Ah...what's wrong? Was it me...did I say something wrong?" Look, the child was so scared that he couldn't even speak smoothly.

Wen Zhuo had grown up at home most of the time over the past decade or so. He had never experienced such a situation where he was stared at by his peers. For a moment, he froze.

"Brother, I will teach you another lesson today." Gu Zongnian put his arm around Wen Zhuo's neck and said with the air of an experienced person.

"In this family, only my eldest brother wanted to cook for us and took the initiative to invite us."

Wu Qiming immediately followed up: "There's no reason for us to rush to eat it."

Wen Zhuo was confused: "What? Is it actually Big Brother who is cooking for us?"

Murong Xue coughed twice and said, "You can come."

Everyone's eyes turned to Murong Xue again: "But you have to bring your own meal ticket."

"What meal ticket?" Wen Zhuo was confused 2.0

"Okay!" Gu Zongnian was the first to respond. "I recently got a very good sapphire, an unheated royal blue. I'll bring it over on Friday night."

Wen Zhuomang 3.0: What kind of meal is this? The meal ticket is so expensive?!

"No, no, no!!!" Song Pingqing interrupted immediately, "Are you crazy? This is not an island. Where can you get such an expensive meal?"

"It doesn't matter whether the meal is expensive or not. What matters is that I want to give the sapphire to my eldest brother."

"Can you keep it for yourself?" Song Pingqing wondered in his heart, why didn't he think of giving it to Yan Que at this time.

"Then what should I bring?" Gu Zongnan was distressed.

"Brothers, can you bring your brains? We'll make dumplings together." Song Pingqing suddenly smiled with a smile that was mixed with the emotion of watching the fun. "Whether you make dumplings well or not, you have to eat them yourself."

The scene suddenly became quiet.

In this silence, only Shen Ci let out a long sigh of relief.

"What's wrong? Why are you so relieved? Are you giving up now?" Wu Qiming was anxious. He was still hoping that Shen Ci could help him. After all, Shen Ci learned everything quickly.

"It's not that I'm giving up." Shen Ci smiled slightly, revealing a little smugness, "Haha, I've done enough questions to get by. I know how to do this question!"

Although their parents are no longer around, the brothers Shen Ci and Shen Wuxiu still have to do something during the New Year.

In the past, the Shen family did not have the tradition of making dumplings while watching the Spring Festival Gala, but that year Shen Ci called Song Pingqing to wish him a happy new year and heard Song Pingqing mention the topic of making dumplings.

After that year, Shen Ci and Shen Wuxiu made dumplings every year, and the dumplings turned out good every year, until the year before last, when Taobao’s annual party organized a dumpling-making event. Shen Wuxiu went to learn how to make dumplings and then came back to pass it on to his younger brother.

The two brothers finally had dumplings at the New Year’s Eve dinner.

"What can you do... Can you make dumplings?!" Wu Qiming immediately hugged Shen Ci's neck, "Brother, take me!"

"Okay, okay." Shen Ci patted Wu Qiming's arm, "Brother will protect you."

Shen Ci has been a younger brother in his family for too long, and after coming out, he really enjoys the feeling of being an older brother.

Wen Zhuo looked at Gu Zongnan: Can you?

Gu Zongnan looked at Wen Zhuo and said: Am I someone who can do such delicate work?

Wen Zhuo immediately said, "I can learn. I love being with my brothers and sisters. I can learn something new in every activity!!!"

This time the tea talk was too much about the fragrance of tea, and everyone showed disgusted and speechless expressions.

Gu Zongnan sneered in his heart: Brother, I will soon let you see my methods.

Amidst the laughter, Murong Xue tugged at Song Pingqing's sleeve and gave him a look that said "I don't want to learn".

Song Pingqing reached out and rubbed Murong Xue's head, giving her a look that said "Just eat in peace".

Everything is implied, silence is better than words at this time.

After school on Friday afternoon, everyone stopped participating in any club activities and got on the nanny car to go home.

Aunt Zhang had already prepared all the ingredients Song Pingqing wanted, even the dough for making dumplings had been kneaded, and she was just waiting for them to come back and make them themselves.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please don't blow up the kitchen." This was Aunt Zhang's only request.

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhang, I'm watching them, nothing will go wrong." Song Pingqing said this frankly.

Little did she know that Zhang Ma had not forgotten how Song Pingqing used a wall-breaking machine to make paper pulp, so she didn't believe what Song Pingqing said at all.

In Aunt Zhang's eyes, the one among this group who could not be trusted the most not to blow up the kitchen was her, Song Pingqing!

But the person involved has no self-awareness at all.

Song Pingqing took a quick glance and saw seven small electric cookers neatly placed on the dining table, each used to cook their own dumplings.

"Why are there seven pots?" Song Pingqing was puzzled. Aunt Zhang never sat at the table to eat with them.

"Young Master Gu said that he invited an outside aid and has already told you about it." Aunt Zhang never expected that there would be a hidden pit here, and she was a little anxious for a moment.

How could there be such an unreliable young master?! Is it easy for her to be a nanny in such a wealthy family and serve these young ladies and young masters?! How could someone suddenly lay a mine for her in such a matter?!

Aunt Zhang wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Oh, it's okay. I know who he invited." Seeing Zhang Ma's numb face, Song Pingqing comforted her, "You should go and rest first."

Aunt Zhang ran away immediately.

Song Ping washed his hands and began to adjust the sauce.

Murong Xue and Song Pingqing both wanted to eat three fresh dishes. Lamb and green onions are must-have delicacies in winter, and leeks and eggs are also extremely delicious. Gu Zongnan heard about the coriander and pork filling from somewhere and begged her to eat it. The four kinds of fillings were enough for their group to prepare.

When passing by Gu Zongnian, Song Pingqing couldn't help but kick him on the buttocks, saying in a slightly cold tone: "You have invited people here, but why don't you go and meet them in person? Are you just standing here and wasting their time?"

Gu Zongnan failed to defend against Song Pingqing's sneak attack. He covered his butt and said "ouch". He turned his head to Song Pingqing and said in a resentful tone:

"It's not that I don't want to pick her up. Yan Que is coming from the group and has a special driver to pick her up. But she insisted on buying something for you and wouldn't let me go."

"Besides, I'm just afraid that if I chase you too hastily, my true intentions will be exposed."

"Why does she insist on buying something for me again?" Song Pingqing wondered.

When it comes to this, Gu Zongnian immediately becomes shy, his voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Um...Brother, I told her that you invited her, you must help me cover it up."

"Look at what you have achieved." Song Pingqing was really impressed. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a heaviness in his pocket.