Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Jingwen hugged Xie Feng's shoulders with a yell, tilted his head and hung on Xie Feng's body, becoming more and more unruly, "Little ancestor is really smart, can the restaurant be done well before it opens? I will give it to you then." Roll a Big Mac with a big heart."

Xie Feng couldn't help rubbing his forehead, Song Jingwen started to say some incomprehensible words again, he stopped asking, "What is a Big Mac?"

"Big Mac means very big." Song Jingwen straightened up, talking nonsense shamelessly, "You see, I am also a Big Mac in front of you, so you have to call me brother."

Xie Feng shook his head and bumped into him, and scolded with a smile, "You are not a brother, you are a village tyrant!"

Song Jingwen snorted, and turned his eyes to catch Xie Feng unwillingly, "Ask brother to listen." The two of them chased and fought in the village recklessly like infants.

Xie Feng turned his head and made a grimace, and ran back, and when he was about to be overtaken, he would dodge in the wrong direction, having a great time.

Song Dali went to drive the ox cart, and Song Yan was at home helping his younger brother Song Zichen.A group of children dug out the beets and washed them, and Song Yan was in charge of cutting the beets into sections.

Song Jingwen greeted Song Yan with a smile. The chimney of the kitchen was emitting black smoke. He asked curiously, "Where is Song Zichen, has he made any sugar?"

Song Yan smacked his lips, as if he was relishing the sweet taste, and said with a smile, "Not yet, I've been eating beetroot soup for a few days. He boiled another pot today. If it doesn't work out, today's dinner will definitely be delicious. Beets again."

Song Jingwen also smiled, and pouted at the beet in the pot, "The beet is delicious, the beet leaves you ate before are not as sweet as the roots."

Song Jingwen picked up a section of beet and fed it to Xie Feng. Xie Feng chewed it twice subconsciously, and the sugar juice, as light as water, dripped from the tip of his tongue. He licked his lower lip, blinked his big watery eyes and asked, "Can you really refine the sugar?" Candy?"

Song Jingwen wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and pointed indulgently at the kitchen, "Why don't you just go and have a look?"

Xie Feng looked hesitantly at the man squatting on the ground, Song Yan smiled and nodded, "Go, maybe you can give Zichen some advice."

Xie Feng went in for a while, but there was still no movement in the kitchen, and the two men were plucking the beet leaves in the courtyard.

Song Yan handed the knife in his hand to Ding Feizhou, and gently covered the child's hair with his big hand, telling him, "Be careful, cut slowly, don't worry."

Ding Feizhou took the knife and lowered his head maturely, "Don't worry."

After Song Yan finished speaking, he and Song Jingwen got into the stove, and saw Song Zichen standing in front of the pot, waving a shovel, and the pot was bubbling.

"Zichen, have you boiled the sugar yet?" Song Yan stepped forward to fan his younger brother. Song Zichen stayed in the kitchen for a whole day, as if he had been put on a steamer.

Song Zichen pursed his lips in annoyance, shook his head pitifully, sweat dripped down his neck, "Not yet, the boiled one seems to be water."

Song Jingwen took the shovel, fiddled with the pot twice, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Simmer it again, and you can get syrup. The steps for making sugar are wrong. It needs to be clarified and evaporated before cooking into massecuite."

Song Zichen's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he looked at the sugar water in the pot in bewilderment.

The only one present was Xie Feng who could barely understand Song Jingwen's modern dialect after listening too much. He continued to stir up the sugar water in a funny way, "Honey, say something that others can understand."

He then turned to Song Zichen and said, "Song Jingwen means that the steps of boiling sugar are similar to boiling salt, except that the salt needs to be dried, and the sugar needs to be roasted with fire."

A bunch of theoretical knowledge that Song Jingwen wanted to export was blocked back, so it seems easier to understand.He couldn't help but stare at Xie Feng, and exclaimed, "Hey, baby, you're so smart. That's what it means. Syrup is also useful, so you must save it."

Song Jingwen personally boiled a pot of candied syrup, took away a bowl from Song Yan's house, and coaxed his younger brother away along the way.

Song Zichen frantically followed Song Jingwen and Xie Feng back to Xie's house, lagging behind and looking enviously at their paired figures.

Song Jingwen processed the syrup, boiled it again and poured it on the pitted hawthorn, let the two elder brothers eat it first after cooling down.

"This sugar snowball is not very authentic, but it is wrapped in ice sugar coating. I will draw a picture at home and write down the specific steps of refining sugar. After I understand it, I can extract sugar." .By the way, Song Zichen, are you literate?"

Song Zichen rubbed his clothes embarrassingly, and said timidly and self-abased, "I only know a few words, I can't read books."

The scene became awkward for a while, Xie Feng secretly looked at Song Jingwen, and Song Jingwen looked back.

Song Jingwen picked a sugar snowball with the thickest icing sugar and threw it into Xie Feng's mouth, then pretended not to see Song Zichen's embarrassment, and casually brushed off what happened just now, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you can't read, you can learn." .No one is born with an understanding of the mysteries of heaven and earth, and the primordial principles of the universe. These are all acquired through accumulation and learning."

Song Jingwen has a magical power, he smiles at everyone, can easily blend into other people's circles, and control the rhythm of the audience.

Xie Feng puffed his cheeks contentedly, smacked the sweetness in his mouth, kindly patted Song Zichen who was depressed, and said in agreement, "It's okay, I'll teach you how to read. I can read if you don't know how to read at first." Listen to me, don't worry."

Song Zichen's heart warmed. He didn't expect Xie Feng, who had a very low sense of existence in the village before, to be such a nice person. He couldn't help raising his eyes to glance at Xie Feng. Those eyes are so gentle.

Xie Feng is so caring!Song Jingwen kissed Xie Feng with a shy face, "Little ancestor, you are really my little heart. I am amazed at the bones of you two. I have a treasure book here that I can lend you two to read. How about it, are you interested? "

Xie Feng glanced at him, and pulled Song Zichen's sleeve awkwardly and awkwardly, "Don't listen to him, he's joking."

It hasn't been a day or two since Song Jingwen talked about running the train, Xie Feng is used to it.

Song Jingwen didn't know whether he didn't take Song Zichen seriously or was too big. He directly talked about the other party's future in front of others, and stingily pulled Xie Feng's hands together, "You have mastered the method of making bicycles, I think beets are He discovered it, teach him to refine sugar. If it succeeds, it means that his mind is not stupid, and other things can be entrusted to him in the future.”

Song Zichen had a dull sense of being valued, and he nodded quickly, "I can do it, and I can learn it if I don't."

People who have no money at home have no spare money to send their children to school. Knowing a few words is already very important.

Now that he had the opportunity to learn, Song Zichen naturally didn't want to let it go, and what Song Jingwen said meant that he had to teach himself a lot.

Song Jingwen splashed cold water, "Don't be too happy, if you fail to extract sugar, you will lose this opportunity."

Song Zichen nodded solemnly, with a determination in his eyes.After he got Song Jingwen's drawing, he kept asking Xie Feng for advice, and he didn't start until he understood the words and pictures on it clearly.

Xie Feng's house seemed to be the research base for the two of them, and the two brothers stayed in it day and night, tinkering with a bunch of things except for eating.

Song Jingwen looked at the hole he dug and regretted endlessly, why is he so lazy, he insists on cultivating talents, obviously he can make candy out by himself!

As a result, even the time to see Xie Feng was forcibly shortened, and he was put aside after a quarter of an hour.

Song Jingwen groaned and pulled Xie Feng's arm into his arms, and said unreasonably, "You ignore me, am I not warmer than this pile of cold iron? It's me, Song Sun Jingwen, who can't illuminate your heart Is it, you have used cold violence against me!"

Xie Feng kissed him perfunctorily, pulled out his arm like a tyrant, and frowned, "I didn't hit you, how could it be called violence. You go to the town to look after the shop, I'm afraid you stay here Distracted."

Xie Feng and Song Zichen competed to see who was faster, whether to make the sugar or the cotton candy machine first.

There is really no time to lose a moment.

It turned out that staying here would distract Xie Feng, Song Jingwen was secretly happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he asked for enough kisses with a stern face, and then reluctantly let go of Xie Feng.

Song Jingwen returned to the Song family and moved out four small pottery vats, each only fifty centimeters high.He stirred it with chopsticks, and a smell of fermented grapes rushed to his nose.

The wine was not yet ready, so Song Jingwen could only seal the wine jar again.

The wine hasn't been brewed yet, but the restaurant is about to open, so he has to find something else to replace it.

Song Jingwen started to take Song Yu and his children to run up the mountain frequently these two days, picked a lot of fruits from the mountain, the freshly squeezed juice is absolutely sweet!

If it is not sweet, add some sugar, as long as the sugar content does not cover the original fruity taste, it will be fine.Ancient sugar is valuable, so Song Jingwen's move is not considered a profiteer.

The restaurant takes the public route, but it must also be exquisite and beautiful.

So Song Jingwen spent a lot of money to buy a batch of porcelain, ceramic cups, there are seven different colors.Each color cup corresponds to the color of the juice, and there is a ceramic straw on it.

"I made it!" Xie Feng hurriedly found Song Jingwen, hurriedly took him to Xie's house to see the result, and shared his joy with him, "Hand-cranked cotton candy machine."

Xie Feng shook the handle quickly, and the turntable in the tin box started to rotate quickly. Song Jingwen sprinkled a handful of sugar on the plate, and fine silk flew out from the center of the plate one after another.

Song Jingwen picked up a long bamboo stick and picked up the sugar while sprinkling sugar.Song Jingwen smiled at Xie Feng with a bamboo stick, "Hurry up, I'll show you a drawing in the air."

Xie Feng twisted his wrist obediently, moving tirelessly.Gradually, his movements slowed down, and he really saw Song Jingwen tearing off a cloud, and this fluffy cloud became farther and farther away, and bigger and bigger.

Song Jingwen picked up a bamboo stick and pressed it a few times on the original round shape of the cotton candy, and a crooked heart was born. Holding the cotton candy, he walked towards Xie Feng step by step, and said with a smile, "For you, My little ancestor."

Xie Feng was stunned, and wiped his hands on his clothes before picking up the cotton candy, it was so white and soft, it would get dirty if he wasn't careful.His green eyes were glowing green, reflecting a layer of mist, and his tone of voice was soft, as if he was afraid of blowing the cotton candy away, he asked, "Is this the Big Mac?"

Song Jingwen shook his head, and spoke softly, the air flowed against Xie Feng's ears, staining the ears of the boy friend red, "It's not big enough, the restaurant will open the day after tomorrow, I want to make you a real Big Mac. This is my sincerity , take a look at what's inside."

Xie Feng's eyelids widened slightly, and he could see the water droplets formed by the sugar through the marshmallow.

Xie Feng looked at Song Jingwen blankly, Song Jingwen laughed lowly, and spoke tiresome love words foully, "There is a little cutie with gray-green eyes living inside, and my heart trembles when he cries and laughs. You say, he Is it a little rascal?"

Xie Feng was so ashamed, his internal organs were entangled fiercely, he plunged into Song Jingwen's arms and rubbed his head left and right, denying without confidence, "That's not it."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 26, 9.5th year of Yuanlong calendar

My daughter-in-law and I have a good time on the island, if our son is not so naughty.The youngest son almost pissed off Mrs. Sun who was selling the pig. He rode the pig into the water, insisting on making the pig show its original shape, and pointed to the pig's nose and said it was Marshal Canopy.