Ke'er doesn't like this very much. She likes her father and her little aunt very much, so she especially wants to eat with them. She likes that her little aunt coaxes her and brings her food and rice from time to time. She likes that her father smiles lightly from time to time. A smile, but my little aunt is always very busy now. She is either busy in the kitchen cooking or taking care of her sick mother. Finally she saw people. She was still at her grandfather's place. Ke'er looked at Ji Xiang and massaged his grandfather carefully. , Ke'er felt a little distressed again. She felt that her little aunt was really tired, but she couldn't do much, so she became obedient, neither noisy nor fussy, and tried her best not to give any trouble to her little aunt. Add to chaos.
"Daddy, I really like my little aunt." After dinner, Song Tong did not rush back to the backyard. Instead, he took Ke'er to Song Fu's place and talked with Song Fu. Ke'er stayed in Song Tong's place. She acted coquettishly in her arms, but as soon as she mentioned auspiciousness, Ke'er's face turned pale, "Dad, I haven't had dinner with my little aunt for a long time. My little aunt is really busy. She has endless things to do every day. ”
songs We need to take care of Ke'er's taste and make all kinds of exquisite and delicious snacks...
"That girl, she seems to be holding something back recently," Song Fu sighed, shook his head, and said to Song Tong, "Song Tong, you have nothing to do now, go and help Jixiang, and come and see her when you have time. Look at your aunt, a girl is working tirelessly to take care of an old man like me, we can’t be heartless.”
"Yes, my son knows." Song Tong nodded in agreement.
Ke'er fell asleep in his arms. Song Tong did not send her back to the backyard, but directly asked her to take her to the side hall to sleep.
Song Tong walked out of the courtyard. Beidi in April was not as springy as Dali. It was still freezing cold at this time. Song Tong gathered the heavy cloak around him and walked towards the kitchen step by step.
In the huge mansion, only there was a fire burning.
Song Tong knew that Jixiang was still inside, but he didn't know what Jixiang was doing in the kitchen so late. When he got closer, he couldn't help but be startled when he saw Jixiang sitting by the stove eating hot pot noodles.
When Jixiang heard the footsteps outside, he put down his bowl and chopsticks in a hurry. He hurriedly found a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and looked up. As soon as he saw Song Tong, his face was shocked, and then he regained his composure: "Brother, what's the matter?"
"Why are you eating so late?" Song Tong frowned, entered the kitchen, and looked down at the half bowl of soy pot noodles on the stove, feeling unspeakably annoyed, "Is this what you're going to eat?"
"What's wrong with this?" Ji Xiang didn't want to pay attention to him. He reached out and picked up the half bowl of hot pot noodles, and murmured as he picked it up, "I like eating hot pot noodles the most."
Song Tong frowned even more, but didn't say anything. He stretched out his hands and pulled up a stool and sat in front of Jixiang. Jixiang suddenly felt uncomfortable. He swallowed the noodles in his mouth and looked at Song Tong: "It's so late. "Brother, why don't you go back to the backyard to rest?"
Song Tong glanced at the vegetable leaves floating in the oily noodle soup, and felt unspeakable in his heart. After a long time, he spoke again: "A few days ago, I sent a letter to my aunt to invite the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor will come back to the house to treat my aunt early tomorrow morning."
Ji Xiang was startled, silently put down the noodle bowl, and while wiping his mouth, he said nonchalantly: "What else is good to see? She is just pouring medicine and soup all day long. Life is a torment. It is better to let her be down-to-earth. Walk."