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

Song Pingqing could not celebrate his seventeenth birthday in the country, which made everyone in the Song family very lonely.

After all, her birthday is too close to the end of the year, and not being able to come back to celebrate her birthday means she won’t be spending the New Year at home.

The way Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei expressed their loneliness was to give money to Song Pingqing.

My daughter said: It is better to give a huge sum of money than to ask about your well-being.

So the two of them got together and discussed it, and decided to transfer 50 million to Song Pingqing before he went back to school.

For a moment, Song Pingqing was at a loss.

If it weren't for the missing "0", Song Pingqing almost thought that the money he had just invested was returned to him.

Then I looked again, oh, her father beat her, 50 million, so it's okay.

Song Pingqing happily went downstairs to the study room on the second floor: "Thank you, Dad and Mom, for the huge sum of money~!"

The way that Old Mrs. Song and Old Man Song expressed their loneliness was to feed them.

Old Mrs. Song cooks and Old Man Song buys groceries.

During the entire winter vacation, Song Pingqing and Murongxue were busy dealing with various matters related to the assets. As long as they were in the office, Old Lady Song would cook and have someone deliver the food to them.

Now that the winter vacation is over, Song Pingqing and Murong Xue each received five kilograms of "grandma's love".

Everyone has their own way of expressing themselves. Even Xiuxiu, after thinking for a while, ended up running off to pester Song Jinyan.

"Are you crazy?" Song Pingqing was shocked.

How come she didn’t know when Xiuxiu had such a good relationship with Song Jinyan?

Song Jinyan is even stricter about his children’s food and drink than the Murong family.

Song Qixiu grinned: "Hehe, isn't it said that every successful and domineering CEO must have a doctor friend?"

The social terrorist howled on the spot: "Sister, please go forward bravely~"

Song Pingqing's pupils trembled.

No, Xiuxiu’s singing is so bad, does Xiuxiu know it herself?

Song Pingqing quickly reached out and covered her mouth: "Stop singing, it's the middle of the night, it's disturbing others."

Xiuxiu was honest, but soon cheered up and said, "Sister, just grow in the direction of a domineering president. I will be your 'doctor friend' in the future."

Song Pingqing's temples were throbbing: Thank you so much, I haven't figured out what I want to do in the future, and you helped me think of it.

The four of them went to Jing City together, but Murong Xue did not invite Wu Qiming and Shen Ci to go to the private restaurant of the imperial chef's inheritor.

The reasons were very sufficient and Song Pingqing could not find any flaws.

"It was a last minute appointment, so we couldn't meet up together. We went at noon, and they went at night."

After all, there are more than just the Murong family who are rich in the world. It is impossible for them to just wave their hands and say: Today's place is booked by the Murong family.

That's too crazy.

In the past, Song Pingqing's understanding of private dishes was that they were located in a residential building in a certain community. If they were in Beijing, they might be in a small alley.

But this time the private restaurant's dishes were special. At nine o'clock in the morning, Murong Xue took Song Pingqing out.

"I haven't digested my breakfast yet, what are you doing so early?"

"You'll know when you get there." Murong Xue didn't want to answer this question. After all, some surprises can only be appreciated after seeing them in person.

Song Pingqing resisted the urge to yawn.

He must not show any sign of sleepiness when Murong Xue was preparing a surprise for him.

The main point is to give the young lady sufficient emotional value.

After driving for half an hour, we stopped outside a courtyard.

"We're here." Murong Xue took out the invitation letter from her bag and handed it to the bodyguard in the passenger seat.

"Shall we eat here?" Song Pingqing perked up.

This courtyard was completely different from what she had imagined.

The courtyard house imagined by Song Pingqing: small and crowded.

The courtyard in front of me: a wealthy and powerful family.

"Well, this used to be the former residence of a certain prince." Seeing Song Pingqing's wide-eyed expression, Murong Xue was in a good mood. "Now it not only serves private dishes, but also provides cultural experience, and can be used to entertain foreign guests who have cooperation."

“That’s something you have to experience.”

Come here.

The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat got out of the car first, knocked on the door and handed the invitation letter inside. Only then were Song Pingqing and Murong Xue allowed to enter.

"This is too particular." Song Pingqing had the illusion that it was like a wealthy family in ancient times handing over a visiting card.

"Of course." Murong Xue took her hand and went in. "I chose it specially."

The purpose is to bring Song Pingqing to experience a different atmosphere.

The two followed a waiter dressed in palace maid's attire and walked in. The interior was filled with ancient charm.

Song Pingqing took a look as he passed by some decorative vases.

Wow, that thing is real. When she found her adoptive father, someone gave her an antique gift like this.

Although it was made in the late Qing Dynasty, it is indeed a good thing specially provided to the royal family and the workmanship is quite exquisite.

The waiter led them to a door and said, "Please change your clothes first, ladies."

This is probably the cultural experience that Murong Xue just mentioned.

Eat and do some cosplay? ? ?

It’s been a while since I entered the room, but I haven’t smelled the fragrance of food yet. I’ll change my clothes first.

Song Pingqing walked into the room and looked around carefully.

To be honest, the layout here is actually about 60% similar to Qing palace dramas.

The tables and chairs were all carved wood, and incense was lit in the copper stove, emitting wisps of smoke.

There were several ink paintings hanging on the wall. Although Song Pingqing could not paint, he had learned to appreciate them and could tell that they were works of masters.

There are some ceramic vases in the corner, which are typical Chinese flower arrangements.

Song Pingqing walked over and took a look. They were fresh flowers, with even water droplets on them.

"This is too..." Song Pingqing didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked at Murong Xue and said with some emotion, "I thought we were just going to have a simple meal and call it a day."

No wonder you have to leave so long in advance.

"Are you doubting my ability?"

Murong Xue was looking at the flag uniform in her hand. Upon hearing this, she raised her head slightly and looked at Song Pingqing:

"You've been sulking for a few days because you didn't get to eat the food cooked by the heir of the imperial kitchen. I certainly won't fool you with a casual meal."

Song Pingqing also walked over to take a look.

Two sets of Manchu costumes were placed side by side on the table, one in a charming blue color and the other in a peachy pink color, both of which were made with great fine craftsmanship.

Since ancient times, red and blue have been a couple, either lesbian or gay.

However, Song Pingqing obviously didn't think about that. She was attracted by the embroidery of butterflies and flowers on it and couldn't help but touch it.

It doesn't look like it was worn by anyone else.

So I asked Murong Xue: "This looks like it was custom-made."

“Let’s call it semi-custom.”

Seeing that Song Pingqing had no doubts about the color, Murong Xue's mood obviously improved a bit:

"It would be too late to make a completely new one in such a short time, so we used the finished product and only changed the size."

After saying this, his tone became arrogant again: "This is a rushed product, so it's still a little rough, but... it's barely acceptable."

This little thing is so adorable.

Song Pingqing couldn't help laughing, and Xia Dongchun's famous scenes emerged involuntarily in his mind.

"This is Suzhou embroidery~~~"