After going upstairs, before entering the door, Song Shuhang heard Mama Song's angry rebuke.
Zhao Yaya smiled and reached out and knocked on the door.
It was fashion girl Arthur who opened the door.
"You are finally back." Arthur narrowed his eyes with a smile, and reached out his hand to quietly point to the living room.
At this time, in the living room.
Father Song, Lao Lu, and Lu Tianyou sat side by side on the sofa, and the three of them shrank into a small ball like quails.
Song's mother stood and looked down: "How old do you think you are, and you still dare to drive after drinking? You don't want to die, right?"
Papapapa... Mama Song's mouth is like a machine gun.
"Auntie, drink tea." On the side, Mai Sui thoughtfully handed a glass of water to let Mother Song moisten her throat.
This girl is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.
Song's mother just said that her mouth was dry, and after taking a sip from the water glass, she felt that her combat power was fully replenished, and she started a new round of scolding against Song's father and three.
Father Song on the sofa glanced at Song Shuhang at the door, and immediately blinked his eyes desperately at him, signaling Song Shuhang to save the scene—today his old face has been embarrassed.
But there is no way, sorry. Driving a tractor after drinking and having a car accident is simply unforgivable.
So even with Zhao Yaya's two good friends present, Song Mama didn't let them go. Ever since they came back, she has been scolding them until now. Looking at Song Mama's current fighting strength, she can fight for at least another hour.
When Zhao Yaya turned her head, she happened to see the wheat ears serving tea and water, and the corners of her mouth twitched fiercely—this girl is really helpless! She took Arthur to the living room first, she had to pull the wheat ears aside first, so that she would not toss up and down again.
After Zhao Yaya and Arthur went to the living room, Song Shuhang entered the room and put the onion essence on the small cabinet at the entrance of the room.
After all, the essence of onion is now in the shape of a green onion. If you put it randomly, what if Song's mother takes it to the kitchen and chops it up for cooking
"Stay obediently and don't move, otherwise the talisman in my hand won't spare you." Song Shuhang finally threatened, illuminating the last 'sword talisman' in his hand.
Lady Onion felt the terrifying sword energy on the sword talisman, and her slender figure trembled again in fright.
After putting away the onion essence, Song Shuhang quickly walked in front of the living room.
"Mom, I'm back." Song Shuhang showed a bright smile, and then said to Song's mother: "Mom, there are still guests at home. You should recruit and wait for Sister Yaya's friends first. Dad and the others should know they are wrong now. After the guests leave, it's not too late for us to scold you slowly."
Mai Sui smiled and waved, "It's okay, you can leave us alone."
Dad Song coughed twice: "Cough, mother, don't neglect the guests. Today, Lao Lu and I were both drunk and we didn't think too much about it for a while. We must all be wrong!"
"Yes, brother and sister. All the mistakes are all my old Lu's fault. Isn't my hand itching for a while, it's all my fault!" Lao Lu Shi immediately followed, admitting his mistakes in a standard way of admitting his mistakes.
"I was wrong too. I didn't watch my father and the others. I was also at fault!" Lu Tianyou maintained his formation.
Mother Song glared at the three of them, and finally, under Song Shuhang's soft words, she temporarily let the three guys go.
"Yaya, my aunt is going to make tea for you. You can sit down and rest for a while," said Mama Song.
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After Song's mother left, Song's father finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Lao Lu said, "Shuhang, you're really embarrassed about that tractor. That thing... is it okay now?"
A 150-yard walk-behind tractor, if something goes wrong, where would he get one to pay Shuhang? Money can't buy this shit.
"Although there is a small problem, I can solve it myself. Uncle Lu doesn't have to worry." Song Shuhang laughed dryly—the tractor was overwhelmed by him.
After Lao Lu heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, he was thinking in his heart that he would find an opportunity to make amends to Song Shuhang in a few days. He is a real person. He overturned Song Shuhang's tractor himself, and he would think about making up for it.
But how to make up for it, you have to go home and get ready.
"Don't think too much about Lao Lu, Tianyou, the three of us will go to the study to chat. Here, let's leave it to Shuhang and the others." Father Song said, pulling Lao Lu and Tianyou to the study.
Lu Tianyou wanted to cry but had no tears - I'm only two years older than Shuhang, no matter how big I am, but I am also a young man!
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Song Shuhang chatted with Zhao Yaya and the others for a while, and when Song Mama started to boil water in the tea seat, Song Shuhang thought of Lingmai Bicha.
"Sister Yaya, you three wait a while, I'll go get you something good." Song Shuhang laughed.
"The good thing I said before?" Zhao Yaya asked with a smile.
"Exactly." Shuhang replied.
In fact, taking the spiritual pulse green tea is one thing, but more importantly, he wants to go back to the room to see the current condition of Venerable White. In addition, after his big box was brought by Zhao Yaya, it was placed at the entrance of his room.
Inside this box is one million cash, as well as medicinal pills, treasured swords, soul beads, spiritual pulse green tea, and so on.
If Song Mama accidentally knocked over the box when she passed by, sees so much cash and a big knife, and then contacts the bloody 'Yunwu Taoist', God knows if she will think wrong
So, Shuhang took the opportunity to bring the box back to his room.
In the room, Senior White was lying flat on the bed, still in retreat. Fortunately, there were no illusions around him this time.
Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief.
He first took out the Soul Orb from the box and placed it beside the Heart Aperture.
The spirit ghost drilled out of the heart aperture, swallowed the soul bead in one bite, and then retracted the heart aperture with satisfaction. Today, in order to help Song Shuhang hit the 'nose orifice' realm, the spirit ghost consumes a lot.
Then, Song Shuhang took out the spiritual vein green tea and the treasured sword Tyrant Broken.
Lingmai Bicha wanted to take a small portion for Zhao Yaya and the others, but the Baodaoba was taken out to prevent problems before they happened.
This knife is the treasure of the Moon Knife Sect, and it can cut the flesh of a fourth-grade monk. With this knife, even if the scallion spirit suddenly erupts, he can use the sharpness of the knife to cut the scallion essence with one knife.
"Let's hang it in the living room first, it can be said to be an ornament." Song Shuhang thought so.
So, he first hid the box under the bed.
Then he came out of the room with the treasured sword Tyrant Broken in one hand and a small box of Spirit Vein Green Tea in the other.
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When she came out of the room, Mama Song happened to be facing her.
"Shuhang, let Zhao Yaya and her friends stay for dinner in the evening. Anyway, I prepared a lot of ingredients today, and I will cook them a delicious meal in the evening." Song Mama said.
"Okay, no problem." Song Shuhang said.
"Also, go downstairs and go to the kitchenware store next door to buy me a kitchen knife for chopping bones. I bought a large spare ribs in the morning. But when I was cooking at noon, I chopped my own knife. It's broken." Song Mama said, and suddenly saw the treasured sword in Song Shuhang's hand.
"Where did this knife come from?" Mother Song asked.
"It's an ornament from a friend," Song Shuhang replied.
"Ornament, how did it come about?" Mama Song wondered, "Show me?"
"It's a little heavy, Mom, be careful." Song Shuhang had no choice but to hand over his treasured saber Tyrannical Shatter.
Mother Song took the knife: "It's a little heavy... but it feels very solid."
Can it be solid? It can cut the body of a fourth-grade cultivator, and it is very powerful. Shuhang secretly said in his heart.
"Let's hang it in the living room, but this knife has been cut, hang it firmly, don't fall and hurt anyone." Song Mama handed back the treasured knife Tyrant Broken, and then said: "After hanging up, you can quickly buy one. Come with a bone cutter, do you have any money around?"
"Don't worry, I still have money left!" Song Shuhang smiled, took the knife, and went to the living room.
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In the living room, Zhao Yaya and her two friends were whispering, and from time to time they laughed like silver bells.
After seeing Shuhang coming, Zhao Yaya looked curiously at the treasured saber in Shuhang's hand: "Shuhang, isn't this the good thing you said?"
"No, this is a decoration given by a friend. I will hang it in the living room first." Song Shuhang said, shaking the small box in the other hand and saying, "This is a good thing for you."
After hanging the Tyrant Broken Blade, Song Shuhang made a cup of boiling water for each of Zhao Yaya and the others, and then added two pieces of 'Lingmai Bicha' tea leaves into each cup of boiling water.
"Is this a good thing? Tea?" Zhao Yaya leaned over curiously.
Afterwards, her expression was the same as Song Shuhang's roommate at the time, and she couldn't help laughing and crying: "Shuhang, you are too stingy, right? Even if you are Wuyi Dahongpao, you don't need to press the film to soak in it, right?"
"Hey, don't say anything. You can taste it first!" Song Shuhang calmly brought the tea to the three of them.
Just like Song Shuhang's roommate at that time, Zhao Yaya and the three were dubious, then blew on the teacup and took a careful sip.
Then, the three eyes lit up.
It was obviously boiling tea, but after the entrance, there was a strange cool breath that slid from the throat all the way into the abdomen. In this hot summer, it feels like my whole body has been cleaned from the inside out, cool and comfortable.
In addition, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, and the fragrance of articulation lingers for a long time...
"It's obviously just two pieces of tea leaves." Mai Sui was speechless. She had drunk many kinds of precious tea leaves, but she had never had one like this one in her hand: "Will it taste better if you put more?"
"You can't put more." Song Shuhang explained: "Although this tea is good, you can only put two tea leaves in a cup. Too much will hurt your health. Just one cup a day, you can't drink too much."
Afterwards, Shuhang handed the small box of tea to Zhao Yaya: "This tea was also given to me by someone else. There are three small bags in this box, which are given to you, Sister Yaya."
This is thanks to the three of them for their help today.
This small box will be divided among the three of them first, and tomorrow, he will give Zhao Yaya a special copy.
After all, there was only such a small amount of Lingmai Green Tea in his hand, and he could only give it away by digging.
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After that, Song Shuhang bid farewell to Zhao Yaya and the others, and went to the kitchenware store next door to buy tea knives.
Before going out, he didn't forget to take away the shallot on the cabinet—he didn't dare to leave this onion essence at home.