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

Except for Gu Zongnan's temporary decision not to go abroad and Zhang Ma's inability to go abroad due to family ties, everything is developing in the direction that everyone wants.

I had just arranged everything about the business and had not had time to enjoy the holiday without homework when Wu Lide came with a small notebook.

"What is that?" Song Pingqing took it and opened it. It turned out to be a recipe?!

"What is this for?" Song Pingqing was puzzled. He flipped through a few pages carefully. They were all the specialties made by Aunt Zhang that they loved to eat every day.

"Mrs. Zhang said that it will be inconvenient for her to take care of you young ladies in the future, so she wrote down the recipes that you like to eat." Wu Lide explained.

"You can keep it for yourself, or give it to the new nanny in the future. Anyway, it's her intention."

Song Pingqing read it carefully and exclaimed in his heart.

This is too detailed, with all the seasonings, salt, sugar, and exact grams. Aunt Zhang really put a lot of thought into it.

Mother Zhang, who was far away from home to see her daughter-in-law, sneezed.

If it wasn't for the eldest lady's order, which experienced cook would weigh the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar so carefully!

Song Pingqing had no way of knowing the truth hidden behind this. He just went back to his room, took out 10,000 yuan in cash from his bag, stuffed it into a red envelope, and handed it to Wu Lide.

"Send it to Aunt Zhang. Wish her child a happy wedding and thank her for taking care of her over the years."

It's better to part in good ways than to come together in good ways, at least that's what Song Pingqing thinks.

After Wu Lide left, Song Pingqing studied the recipe for a while.

I saw many of my favorite chocolate desserts in it, as well as some of Murong Xue’s favorite desserts, such as milk cake.

Seeing this, Song Pingqing felt itchy and called the housekeeper to buy some ingredients.

That afternoon, original milk cake, chocolate milk cake, matcha milk cake, and strawberry milk cake were freshly baked.

Wu Lide sent the refreshing lemon tea with Bobo added to it to the office of Wanmu Group.

Murong Xue received a call from Wu Lide saying that he was coming to deliver something. At first she thought that Song Pingqing had made milk tea for her.

It was not until Wu Lide entered the office carrying a four-layer lunch box that Murong Xue realized the seriousness of the matter.

When he looked at his phone again, it was a text message from Song Pingqing: "The milk cake you like, and three new flavors of milk cake. Try them and give me your opinion."

Murong Xue glanced at Wu Lide and pretended to be calm: "Put the food in the lounge, I'll go downstairs to eat later."

The result of her reserve was that when she arrived at the lounge, her dear father, the great and handsome old man Murong Ba, had already started eating and drinking.

Murong Xue's expectant expression cracked: "What are you doing?"

"Eat something." The fork in Murong Ba's hand was holding a piece of strawberry-flavored milk cake. "Is it hard to understand?"

When Murong Xue saw the half-drunk cup of lemon tea in his hand again, she felt even more devastated.

In this world, what kind of father would fight with his daughter for food?

"How do you know there's food coming?" Murong Xue walked over and sat down.

President Murong looked at her clenched hands and said faintly, "Of course it's because your lover cares about the elders."

As he said this, President Murong Ba took out a cup of lemon tea that he had deliberately hidden from the cabinet beside him: "One cup per person."

When saying this, Mr. Murong Ba seemed to be gloating a little.

The deep eyes seemed to say: What does it matter if you are close to the water? Isn't it still standing still?

Murongxue took a sip of the lemon tea and sent a message to Song Pingqing: "It turns out that I am not the only one who has this problem."

When Song Pingqing heard her cell phone ringing, she went to check and saw this very standard "Lin Daiyu-style speech".

"Yes, open the bottom layer of the food box. I made a double-skin milk."

After receiving this message, Murong Xue's condition improved visibly.

In front of Mr. Murong, the little girl proudly opened the bottom layer of the food box and took out a bowl of double skin milk.

A thin layer of red bean grains is placed on top of the double skin milk, and a small white porcelain spoon is placed next to it.

Mr. Murong Ba also went to that floor to look for it.

However, it is no longer available, there is only one serving of double skin milk.

"What a pity." Murong Xue took a sip, "There are still partialities in this world."

So Song Pingqing received news about the big one from the Murong family again.

“Can’t I buy Shuangpi milk with a black card?”

It has a strong smell of a domineering president.

Song Pingqing replied: "That's not the case. The main thing is that I succeeded in making one bowl."

The implication is: You can't snatch food from your daughter, right?

After a while, I received a cold and emotionless reply from Mr. Murong: "Oh."

Of course, Murong Ba's action of picking up the phone did not escape Murong Xue's eyes: "Are you sending a message to Ping Qing?"

"What? Can you ask me or not?" President Murong put away his phone. "There is indeed only one bowl. You can eat it."

"I didn't intend to give you any."

President Murong Ba was choked and took a breath.

This kid! Really...

Song Pingqing had no idea that his bowl of double skin milk almost caused a fight between father and daughter. He only knew that Xiuxiu ate three pieces of strawberry-flavored milk cakes in a row and almost got indigestion.

Sure enough, I shouldn't have believed that this guy would have self-control.

Ever since Xiuxiu turned three years old and was able to eat some "junk food" from time to time, her appetite suddenly became strong.

Song Pingqing rubbed her belly while listening to her complaints: "You don't understand the pain of drinking milk for two years and eating light food for two years."

"My mouth is almost dry. I just want to eat something delicious, wuwuwu..." She pretended to be pitiful while looking at Song Pingqing's reaction.

Seeing that Song Pingqing didn't respond and just rubbed her belly with a wooden face, Song Qixiu calmed down and said carefully: "Sister, I want to eat starch sausage."

There is still food in my stomach, and I start to think about other foods.

Song Pingqing could no longer bear it: "Starchy intestine! Starchy intestine! I think you look like a starchy intestine!!!"

Song Qixiu's eyes were filled with tears: QAQ

Looking at Xiuxiu's chubby little face and chubby limbs, Song Pingqing felt helpless: "You are still young, you really can't get any fatter."

Compared with Song Pingqing's understanding and independence, Xiuxiu, who is in the arms of her elders every day, is really loved by them.

Specifically, although you don't give money, you can still give whatever food you want.

As a result, Xiuxiu is now seriously overweight.

It's impossible to keep her mouth shut, so we have to find a way elsewhere.

Seeing Song Pingqing remained silent, Xiuxiu finally felt guilty and pulled Song Pingqing's hand and shouted, "Sister?"

"Yes." Song Pingqing responded, "I'll find a master for you."

"Master?" Xiuxiu was puzzled.