Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

This little girl is eloquent, Xue Ming nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right, I really miss him."

Zhang Xiaomei giggled: "Brother, you must miss the boss very much! Tell the boss that you forgive him!"

"Old..." I just said a word, and felt that I shouldn't swear in front of children, so I said, "Why should I forgive him? I haven't thought about him."

"Don't be angry! I've heard my brother say that the boss likes you so much. I work hard to make money so that you can live a good life."

Her innocent and harmless eyes didn't seem to have been bought, Song Pingan answered her calmly and patiently: "I'm not his husband..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Xiaomei rushed to say: "I know, you are his wife, and since my father has not left, that's how I called my mother."

Song Ping'an: "..."

Zhang Shuwen quickly brought the courageous little sister Zhang over, and said, "How about you go back and help grandma with meals? I'll be back as soon as I finish my work."

"Okay! Then brother must come to eat." Zhang Xiaomei reluctantly let go of her hand, took two steps and then opened the door and said, "Brother, you must come!"

Song Pingan hummed before she let go and ran into the house.

Zhang Shuwen moved the bamboo at the door into the house, and took the two of them to the owner of the restaurant.

The street was extremely lively, Xue Ming was honest and didn't tease him, but sometimes he would suddenly look at him laughing, making Song Ping'an's scalp numb, always feeling that he was about to do something bad again.

After passing through the lively street, we arrived in front of the restaurant.The streets are bustling these days, and there are more customers in the restaurants, but most of them order home-cooked dishes, and the profit is not much.

Xue Ming came early and happened to have no breakfast, so he called the shopkeeper over and said, "Bring up all the special dishes from your shop."

Seeing him being lavish, Song Pingan kicked him over, and re-ordered: "Only a shredded potato and cowpea will do."

Most of the people here are men who have the final say. The shopkeeper took a look at the two of them, and for a moment he was not sure which brother it was, and asked, "You two, why don't you add up and add up what you want?"

Zhang Shuwen sat on the table and wanted to follow suit, but he knew that the boss was a strict husband, so he glanced at Xue Ming, hoping that he could show some masculinity.

But Xue Ming disappointed all the men present, and followed Song Ping'an, "Do as he said."

There were so many people today, the shopkeeper asked his brother-in-law to cook in the kitchen, and he worked as a waiter outside to run errands.After the dishes were served, he said meaningfully: "A man is heaven when he is outside."

Zhang Shuwen often came to discuss business with the shopkeeper, and told him that the buyer was his boss, but he never mentioned the boss's brother-in-law to him.

In addition, what Xue Ming was wearing today was only the two coarse cloth clothes that Song Ping'an often wore. Although his temperament was noble, he couldn't tell from the clothes that he was a wealthy person.

Xue Ming was in a good mood, and replied: "I can't help it, it's my god who told him."

Song Pingan took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, and the two of them made a clicking sound in his hands.

Zhang Shuwen lowered his head consciously, picked up the white rice in front of him, and didn't dare to pick up the dishes in the middle of the table.

And Xue Ming was used to eating his dishes at home, now looking at these two plates of dishes, he has no appetite at all.

Song Ping'an was the only one eating at the table. He chewed a couple of mouthfuls, and the old cowpea didn't taste good enough. Fortunately, he was also a person who had endured hardships, so he could eat a few mouthfuls without enduring it.

After eating half a bowl, he also stopped his chopsticks, stretched out his hand and called the shopkeeper over, but couldn't speak, so he glanced at Xue Ming.

Of course Xue Ming knew what he meant, didn't he just feel sorry for himself that he couldn't eat, and seeing him ashamed to speak, he pretended not to know.

Song Ping'an's face was sullen, his brows twitched, and he endured a little hard.

Xue Ming just wanted to hear him say that sentence himself, so he leaned forward with one hand on the table, "What's wrong?"

Song Ping'an was hard-nosed, and he didn't have a benevolent face. The shopkeeper was staring at him twice, and his heart trembled. He was really afraid that he would come to make trouble, so he endured the fear in his heart and asked: "Guest officer, do you have any questions?" Do you need anything?"

He held the chopsticks tightly in his hands, and his arms were tightly packed.After a while, Song Ping'an slapped the chopsticks on the wooden table, which was also old, and creaked, almost unable to bear it and died in the line of duty.

The shopkeeper trembled all over in fright, and said tremblingly, "Is the cooking not to your liking, or I'll go to the kitchen to make two new dishes."

As he said that, he turned around and left, afraid that he would drag him back and beat him up. Song Pingan stopped him just two steps away, "Serve me some signature dishes!"

When the shopkeeper heard the violent shaking of his legs, he was about to scold him, not to mention eating the signature dish, not to mention eating the king's meal, wouldn't that mean he would lose himself to death, and was about to fight with him even if he was about to risk his life? , and heard him say: "Pay!"

Only then was he relieved, and ran into the kitchen like an escape.

Xue Ming's eyes were sly, but his face was still pretending to be surprised, "Have you finished your meal yet? Why do you still have to serve food?"

Zhang Shuwen had some good food to eat, so he quickly flattered him and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Boss."

Song Pingan killed him with a glance, and he kept his mouth shut.

"Don't call me Mrs. Boss, call me Song Ping'an!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes almost popping out.

After re-serving the good dishes with the shopkeeper, the three of them calmed down.

After the meal, Zhang Shuwen went to speak clearly with the shopkeeper.Xue Ming also went upstairs and downstairs to observe for a while. The inside and outside of this place still needs to be refurbished, so that maybe more guests can come.

The shopkeeper has long wanted to sell the restaurant, but the people here don't have that much money, and no one wants to buy a restaurant that can't make money.He felt a little guilty when he offered the price of 180 taels.

Xue Ming did real estate business before, if this place prospers, it will definitely be a treasure trove of money.

Song Ping'an began to disapprove of him buying this restaurant, and at the same time he didn't want him to spend the money indiscriminately, but at the same time, he felt that he was not someone like him, so why should he care about his affairs.

He was silent all the way, seeing that the house was really dilapidated, and it would cost a lot of money to renovate, so he took his arm and walked to the corridor, pointing to the guardrail and saying: "Look carefully, what is the value of the restaurant, Isn’t it a waste of money to buy it? Besides, can you cook by yourself?”

These series of questions didn't bother Xue Ming. He said in a relaxed tone, "I happen to have spare money on hand, why don't you spend it? Are you saving it and bringing it into the coffin?"

Song Pingan clenched his fist, took two steps in front of him, pointed at his nose and cursed: "A young master like you, even if you haven't lived a hard life, you can't save a sum of money and live a good life?"

His impression of Xue Ming has been reversed. Seeing that he doesn't care about money at all, he can't wait to slap him to wake him up, "How much money can you make selling ice? After next September, See how many people are willing to buy your ice!"

Making money with supernatural powers is not a long-term solution. Xue Ming naturally has other plans. If he wants to make a lot of money, it is impossible to only consider one aspect, and it is impossible to only see the small profits in front of him.But what moved him was that Song Ping'an was so thoughtful for him.

It made him even more convinced that Song Ping'an was the one person he could not give up in his life.

Xue Ming's eyes suddenly became gentle, and there was no sign of reflection.

Song Pingan swept over with one foot, but did not hurt him at all, "Damn it, did you think that you lived in Xue's house with clothes and food and mouth? Do you really think that Xue Youcai will give you money?" Half of the property? What's on your mind?"

Xue Ming nodded seriously: "I pretended you!"

"Damn it!" Song Pingan rushed up and grabbed his collar, and pushed him against the wall with hatred, "Can't you fucking speak well?"

Xue Ming stretched out his hand to touch his waist, and said lazily, "Oh, I'm telling the truth, but I've never believed me once."

Song Pingan never thought about how to live a life of great wealth and wealth in the future, he just wanted to guard his own fields, not steal or rob, and live his own small life.

Song Pingan suddenly felt aggrieved, and slapped him, "Can't you be more serious with me? Can't you live a good life? Say you like me, have you ever thought about it?"

The words stopped abruptly, and both of them were stunned at the same time. Song Pingan didn't know what was bothering him all the time, but now he understood clearly. The hand holding his collar suddenly seemed to be on fire, and he hurriedly Let go of your hands, and hurriedly ran downstairs.

Xue Ming stared at the empty corridor, covered his face and laughed, "Am I... confessed?"

Although it was in disguise, it was enough for him to be satisfied.

Song Pingan staggered out of the restaurant, but the grievance in his heart didn't subside much, and he, who had always been strong, suddenly felt an urge to cry.

He ran all the way for a long time, until all the strength in his body was used up, and then he supported a tree to breathe, and the words he just said echoed in his ears, and he slammed at the tree trunk as if possessed.

It wasn't until the skin on his fingers burst open and bright red blood flowed out that he slumped against the tree trunk and sat on the ground, covering his face and silently shedding tears that had appeared in more than 20 years.

A few leaves fell to his feet, curled up.Song Pingan choked up and murmured: "Mother, my son is not filial."