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

Not long after Shen Wushuang rang the doorbell, an old lady with gray hair slowly walked out of the house and into the kitchen.

"I want six with osmanthus scent." Shen Wushuang paid the money and waited on the side.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue were at the bottom of the stairs, not standing on the stairs, so the old lady could only see Shen Wushuang on the stairs.

Hearing Shen Wushuang say this, the old lady was stunned. She picked up the reading glasses hanging around her neck, put them on, and glanced at Shen Wushuang.

Some small business owners also have very vicious eyes. The old lady's eyes turned to Shen Wushuang's face and she was happy: "You two girls are here again?"

Shen Wushuang was stunned, glanced at the two people who were mumbling about the menu next to him, and hummed vaguely.

"After not seeing you for so many years, your appetite is still the same as it was back then. It seems that both of you are in good health."

As the old lady spoke, she deftly filled the mixed rice flour into the mold and gently scraped it flat with a scraper.

Carefully stack them up one by one, then cover the pot with a lid. The fire is burning brightly, and the blue flames lick the bottom of the pot.

Shen Wushuang felt a bit uncomfortable when he heard this: "Do you still remember?"

Song Pingqing had already heard that there was something wrong with Shen Wushuang's voice, and his attention had shifted to that side.

"Isn't it? I have a good memory."

New Dingsheng cakes were steamed in the steamer. Soon, steam filled the air and the mist brought with it more rice fragrance.

But a moment later, the old lady's voice sounded again: "Do you want to eat it directly or pack it for you?"

"Just eat it."

Soon the old lady handed over the things, but there were not just six, but eight.

Seeing Shen Wushuang hesitate, the old lady raised her chin and said, "The new rose flavor is also selling very well. I'll give it to you two old customers to try."

Shen Wushuang certainly couldn't hold eight Dingsheng cakes at once, so she reached out to take it and handed it to Song Pingqing who was closest to her.

Shen Wushuang didn't touch the two pieces of Dingsheng cakes with rose jam, and only said, "I'm old, I can't eat that much. You two can each have one piece."

All are delicious.

The most essential aroma of food hits you in the face, and the familiar BGM rings in your ears without dubbing - high-end ingredients often only need...

so good.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue both enjoyed their meal very much.

The former thinks that things that are not made with technology and hard work are delicious.

The latter is thinking: Is this what my mother liked back then?

But it's not just Dingsheng cakes. The scallion-wrapped cypress is crispy and delicious, the big pork ribs are rich and mellow, the fried dumplings are tender and juicy, and the wontons...wontons...

I can’t eat any more wontons.

Shen Wushuang, who was enthusiastically dragging the two young people around to eat, was the first to lose.

When he was defeated, he was still holding a sesame ball in his hand.

"I can't do it anymore. I need to wait a while before eating again."

Shen Wushuang probably ate with a vengeful mentality.

Two pieces of Dingsheng cakes, four scallion-wrapped dumplings, a bowl of pork chop noodles, two fried dumplings, and a sesame ball with a bite taken out of it in his hand, and he was still standing at the door of the wonton shop.

For someone of her age, the amount of food she ate was truly astonishingly large.

Even the two young people, Song Pingqing and Murong Xue, had almost finished their meal.

Song Pingqing: ...Judging from your appetite at your age, you really don’t look like you are sick.

I always feel that this matter is weird.

"Wait a moment." Song Pingqing handed the things in his hand to Murong Xue, turned around and went into the pharmacy nearby and bought two boxes of stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets.

Why two boxes? Because Song Pingqing felt that he and Murong Xue should also have a little bit.

It is delicious, worthy of being a delicacy found in the corners of the old city.

Clean, hygienic, affordable, and tastes first-rate.

I just can't eat it.

Song Pingqing said to the drugstore clerk, "Do you have a pen? Lend it to me."

"Okay ma'am."

Song Pingqing took out a small notebook of sticky notes from his vest pocket, glanced at the instructions, carefully wrote down how many tablets to take at a time and how many times a day, and stuck it on the medicine box of one of the medicines.

Then he stuffed the sticky note and another box of medicine into his vest and went out with the medicine with the sticky note.

Murong Xue did not see the medicine placed next to Shen Wushuang's tea tray, but she could still tell something from her binge eating behavior at noon today.

"Aunt Shen, it's too hot right now. I can't walk anymore." Murong Xue made an excuse, "How about we come back tomorrow?"

The three of them came out together, so it was naturally inappropriate for Song Pingqing to stand beside her and hold an umbrella for her.

Although there are many tall and lush trees in the old city, there are still some places that are relatively sunny.

Shen Wushuang's eyes lit up: "Okay, come back tomorrow."

...This is probably what she was waiting for.

Looking at Shen Wushuang like this, for some reason, Murong Xue always felt that Shen Wushuang and Song Pingqing's styles of doing things were somewhat similar.

After Song Pingqing bought some stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets, he received a notice to "go home".

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally I didn't have to eat so much.

Song Pingqing handed the box of stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets with a note on it to Shen Wushuang: "I'll run over to drive the car. You guys wait here for me."

It was thirty minutes later when we finally got back to the hotel room.

I was sweating in such hot weather and felt extremely sticky.

Fortunately, the sweat had all dried off while they were on the bus. Song Pingqing and Murong Xue looked at each other and rushed to the bathroom at the same time.

Murong Xue lacked training and was a step slow to react. She stood outside the glass house with an expressionless face, looking at Song Pingqing who was trembling inside.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Sister will show you her abdominal muscles." Song Pingqing said as she took off her short-sleeved shirt. Outside the white sports vest were smooth and powerful muscle lines.

Murong Xue was furious: "Am I such an easy person to please?"

The spotlight above her head cast a thin layer of light, and there were some crystal beads of sweat on her wheat-colored skin, which were about to fall, rising and falling with her breathing, which was extremely alluring.

From the shoulders to the abdomen to the back, every muscle group is delicate and beautiful.

Murong Xue's eyes were unconsciously attracted by this scene and fell on Song Pingqing's abdominal muscles, reluctant to leave.

Murong Xue: It looks good. I want to touch it.

Suddenly realizing that this was Song Pingqing's routine, he looked up and glared at her.

The look in his eyes was very dirty.

Probably something like a vixen.

Song Pingqing saw her little movements clearly and nodded: "Yes, you are such an easy person to please."

The sound gained a certain magnetic quality through the glass of the bathroom, and Murong Xue's ears turned red as if they were about to bleed.

Song Pingqing smiled triumphantly.

But the next second, such a smug smile appeared on Murong Xue's face.

Murong Xue just reached out and took away the two bathrobes and towels on the shelf nearby.

"Don't you like showing off your body?"

Murong Xue directly took the bathrobe and towel out, leaving Song Pingqing with an extremely proud back view: "Show it off, and show it off like this later."

Song Pingqing: ...She has become a bad person.

The smile doesn't disappear, it just moves.