Early in the morning, Song Tan received a call from Sun Shouping:
"Song Tan, is it convenient today? If it's convenient, I'll bring a few dogs over to meet you."
What meeting
Wulan passed by and heard it, and immediately became alert.
Song Tan suppressed his laughter, and then responded to the person on the phone:
"Okay, bring it here first. But as the old saying goes, whether they like it or not depends on their willingness."
"That's for sure."
Sun Shouping agreed loudly: "Your dogs are of such good quality, you can't let them suffer emotionally!"
Ulan: …
“It’s a dog.”
She turned her head away in disappointment.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Mom, we're talking about dogs, why are you so excited?"
"Who's excited?" Wu Lan said as she helped Qiao Qiao rub the green peaches: "I just asked casually."
Well, let her just say it. Song Tan didn't dare to dig deeper into this topic, otherwise Qiao Qiao at home wouldn't be able to withstand the fire, and she would be the only one in danger!
Then he quickly said to his seventh cousin, "Seventh cousin, we will be the owner of the dog farm at noon. We are one of them, so just do what you usually do."
Just as he finished speaking, Song Sancheng's phone rang:
"Hello... Oh, big brother... Are you coming back at noon? Okay... Let's discuss the house... Oh, sure..."
He hung up the phone, but saw that everyone in the yard was looking at him. He couldn't help but wonder: "Why are you looking at me?"
Turning back to look at my seventh cousin:
"His cousin—"
Seeing that Song Sancheng was about to continue, Song Tan quickly interrupted: "Seventh cousin, it seems that my uncle is coming back. But he is also one of us, so there is no need to do anything special."
Song Sancheng swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
The seventh cousin looked at Song Tan, then at Song Youde who was silent on the side, and now he responded with a smile.
At this moment, Song Tan's phone rang again.
This time, the person who called was Brother Zhang.
"Song Tan, do you have a lot of orders this morning? I just happen to have a courier for you here. I see it's been shipped out in ice. Why don't I bring it to you now instead of waiting until the afternoon?"
Song Tan was a little puzzled. She hadn’t bought anything recently.
But he still agreed: "Okay, you come. There aren't too many orders this morning... How about we just have a meal there at noon, and then pack them all in the afternoon?"
It's the same to drive one sheep, so one more won't make a difference.
Brother Zhang was really delighted: "Oh, I'm so sorry - home cooked food is fine, I'm not picky!"
After that, there was silence on both sides of the phone.
After a while, Brother Zhang seemed to find his dignity and said calmly:
"By the way, do you have any pickled green peaches left at home? I'll order 100 kilograms for lunch. You guys prepare them first, I'll be right over—"
After hanging up the phone, Song Tan looked at her seventh cousin. Before she could speak, her seventh cousin nodded calmly: "We are one family, do whatever you want, I know."
Song Tan laughed: "Why not add a good dish? Brother Zhang brought an order for 100 kilograms of green peaches..."
Qiao Qiao sighed sadly: "I don't have time to go to class recently... Sister, when will the peaches be finished?"
Although he is not tired, he no longer finds it fun to do it over and over again.
Who could bear to see such a poor and darling child so lost
Song Tan quickly promised: "It will be these two days! The day after tomorrow at the latest, and we will stop picking them. Next year, we will hire someone to come and we will never ask you to do this job again."
next year
Qiao Qiao thought about it and instantly became motivated: "Okay! Then I'll hold on for two days! Don't disturb my classes next time!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Song Tan said perfunctorily, looking at Xin Jun who was enthusiastically editing the essay with Zhang Yanping: "Next time, for sure."
…
Wulan finished picking the peaches and paid the workers today's wages. She wiped the sweat off her face and sighed:
"It's such a hot day, but there are quite a lot of people here today."
By the way, he looked at Song Tan and said, "I see that the three floors over there have been built and they are laying tiles. Can we prepare to buy furniture and appliances?"
Song Tan shook his head: "No, leave these to Zhao Fangyuan - she has a group purchase price, and she will also arrange the color matching and decoration."
Wu Lan was speechless: "Aren't you afraid that they will take kickbacks?"
Song Tan laughed, "Now that the prices of home appliances are transparent, if she can get kickbacks, it proves that she is capable. Besides, my grandfather and my father can tell at a glance whether the furniture is made of good materials. Mom, don't underestimate Zhao Fangyuan. I have seen her cases. Each one is beautiful, practical and cost-effective. In fact, her reputation is very good."
Wu Lan glared at her: "Who looked down on me? I was talking about you. You spend money like water and act like a hands-off boss. You don't care about anything at all."
Song Tan thought, since she had connections with Old Zhao, and her family had also promised Zhao Fangyuan a bunch of delicious food, if she really had the ability to cut corners, the loss would be huge.
This level of trust can be seen from how meticulously and attentively the engineering team works. They deserve it!
Although Wu Lan said that, she was actually relieved. She quickly directed Song Sancheng to carry all the racks for drying cowpeas outside.
Then he covered the can of green peaches in the corner with gauze and started to rummage through the freezer again:
"Uncle, what are you going to do for lunch?"
It was hot, and it was not easy to cook at noon. Uncle Seven thought for a while and said, "Why don't we cut more vegetables and have noodles for lunch?"
"Sure!"
Everyone is happy about it.
It's really hot, eating this is the most refreshing! My cousin cooks easily, and they enjoy eating it.
Anyway, delicious food is indispensable in the evening.
This simple courtyard is not a good place to cook. Song Tan simply said, "Seventh cousin, don't roll the noodles by hand, just cook them and fish them out."
Uncle Seven shook his head firmly: "The noodles are not chewy enough and don't match our dish. You can use them next time if you want softer soup noodles."
Only Song Sancheng hesitated: "Your uncle and his family came here and only ate noodles..."
"Dad, you don't understand this!" Song Tan said in a serious tone: "It's noon, and uncle has to drive here. Are you tired? Are you hot? How can you have an appetite when you are tired and hot?"
"Besides, don't you believe in Seventh Cousin's cooking skills? Cook the noodles, rinse them in cold water, cut some cucumber into strips, mince some meat, and pair them with braised eggplant in sauce, braised cowpea with minced meat in a jar, and our green pepper beef sauce. Even a god would have to try a few bites! Uncle will definitely be satisfied!"
She still feels spoiled!
—That’s true.
Thinking of the delicious taste of his own food, Song Sancheng also felt proud.
However, Song Youde seemed to have noticed it and sat there sighing silently.
But this sadness only lasts for a moment.
After he filled his pipe and took a deep puff, that little bit of sadness disappeared with the smoke, and his mentality became calmer than ever before.
After all, if you just think about Zhang Wang's family in the peach forest, and look at the busy mother-in-law and daughter-in-law Lianhua, he and his wife's life is already one of the most comfortable in the village!
Be content!