MTL - Here Comes The Lady Chef-Chapter 80 VIP visit

At this moment, Beijing, which is thousands of kilometers away from Xianyang, is also full of preparations.

In front of Sheng's house, red lanterns have been hung, and colorful and realistic New Year pictures of the door gods are left and right, highlighting the festive atmosphere.

The tall Zhumen of Renfu has also been whitewashed. The lion head knocker of Huang Chengcheng makes the Renfu more majestic than in the past. Fuzhong up and down, already ready, just wait for New Year's Eve to put on the red pair, and open the door for fun!

At the same time, the Wen family in Xianyang is very lively today.

Wen Ting, who has been studying with Mr. Song Tao for many days, is back

"Mother, mother! Come on, who's here!" Wen Ting whine as soon as he entered the door.

Zhou is busy preparing for New Year's products in the kitchen, along with Wang's and Wang's three daughters are warm.

"This child, I heard that with the well-known Mr. Song Tao, how can he still be so hairy!" Wang said with a laugh.

Zhou Shi also laughed: "He was home, it was due to him! If he is outside, it must be regular!" Then, he wiped his wet hands on the apron, and quickly got up to meet him.

Not only are Wen Ting, gentle brothers and sisters in the courtyard, there are a few more abruptly behind, there is a lean old man, a strong ?, there is also a handsome young scholar, and of course a furry big donkey!

"You child! You haven't learned well with this Mr. Song Tao, it must have caused trouble again, let's find someone to come to the door!" Zhou Shi counted on Wen Ting, and accompanied her with a smiling face.

"Mother, my brother is not in trouble. This is Mr. Song Tao. My brother invited his party to our house!" Gently stepped forward and helped to resolve the introduction.

"What? Sonnie? Born!" Zhou cried out. In the eyes of her fu Taoist, this great Confucianist who has been passed on to her should be Jinyiyushi, chasing horses and horses, hugs and hugs, big belly, and red face! The old man with a donkey in front of him couldn't get in touch with Mr. Song Tao.

"Mrs. Wen, Yue is disturbed!" Mr. Song Tao saw the f?

"Rouer, is this Mr. Song Tao?" Zhou's still couldn't believe it.

"Mother, don't talk about Kun, I heard Zhao was going to greet me at the time, and I was surprised!" Gentle whispered in response. This anecdote was heard by jokes from the kitchen staff, although it was I haven't seen it myself, but I think it's funny!

"Mr. Song Tao is here, please accept the worship of the people!" Zhou Shi heard the words and was shocked. This is the emperor's teacher in front of him! How come I came to my house alive, and said it was coming! So, Tong Tong knelt to the ground, and Zhengyu nodded to Mr. Song Tao.

"No way, no way! Wen? Please get up!" Mr. Song Tao was startled first, and then he shouted, how to kneel when he knelt, and prepared to scratch his head! Bustling up to kneel Zhou's.

"Mr. Min, you have to worship you today. You do n’t want to accept meng. You will accept the dog as an apprentice. The dog has you as a teacher, and our Wen family is hopeful!" If he refused to rise, he nodded and acted like a gimmick. If it wasn't for Mr. Song Tao's help, this gimmick would be inevitable.

"Stink boy, what are you still doing, and you are not ready to help your mother!" Mr. Song Tao glanced at Wen Ting, who was standing beside him.

Gentleness also took a handle. At this moment, Wang and Warm ran out of the kitchen without knowing the time. There was such a distinguished guest in the family, and a few fu Taoists who didn't go out often took a walk there and even made a seat. Tea is forgotten.

"Oh, Mrs. Wen laughed. My fate between Ling Lang and my master, and I also want to pay thanks to Ling You." Mr. Song Tao said here, Yu Guang glanced tenderly, a smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.

During this festival, as early as the day Wen Wen visited the teacher, he tenderly confessed to his family. Zhou's remarks about Mr. Song Tao were naturally well understood. With her culinary talents and her imaginative thoughts, her own daughter turned out to be a pouting emperor! But at the moment, the tricked guest came to the door in person, and he couldn't bring up the old thing again.

"Mr. Song Tao laughed, since you don't dislike the rudeness of our small door, I look back and let the old thing take Rouer to cook a few good dishes for you! Also let you give the appraisal! Old things always blow their skills It is the first in Xianyang. You are well-informed and you also destroy his spirit. Do n’t let old things ruin your girl and keep your tail up all day! ”Zhou changed to a smiling face to welcome people, which is an old thing that she never knew.

Mr. Song Tao's face was dark, presumably the "old thing" in Wenfu's population was Dr. Wen Shouzheng, the chef of Drunk Fairy House. This Mrs. Wen is also really lacking in mind. She actually said in front of an old man that her man was an old thing. After a rough calculation, I was one or twenty years older than Wen Shouzheng. He is an "old thing". What am I? ?

So, a slow crawling shell animal appeared in Mr. Song Tao's mind.

Gentle to see Mr. Song Tao's annoyed look, and pondered the words of Zhou's genius, one did not hold back, but laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Ting wondered at the back of his head.

"Nothing, sir, it's not far away. If you don't dislike it, it would be better to live in my house and save the way back and forth; secondly, you can't treat your mouth naturally; thirdly, you can also urge brother to do his homework Do you think it's okay? "Mr. Tao Tao, who was gentle and grinning, looked sincere.

"Okay! I'll give you this girl's face! My old man has nothing to pay attention to, he lives the same everywhere, as long as he eats well! Haha! Ink, you go back with your eternal life, pack up my daily necessities one or two, and easily return You must not have a tasteful year in your hometown! Mrs. Wen, don't you disturb? "Mr. Song Tao raised a smile and asked Zhou's opinion.

Zhou's brows are frowning. This one is uninvited. He also said that he would come to eat just now, and he would stay in a blink of an eye. This day and night accompanied by guidance, Tinger's homework must be right!

"Okay! Mr. Song Tao, you don't want to abandon it. There is light in our family's face, and Wen Jiazu's grave smokes! Rouer, come and pack with me, and make room for the gentleman!" Zhou said, pulling up gentleness Just go.

Although the Wen family is a small courtyard, after all, it is not as big as the room. The room is rich, Zhou said with gentleness, and said that he was going to clean up the room for Mr. Song Tao. In fact, it was just a small room with clutter. Simple A chuang was supported, and Wen Ting's covering was moved over. The small bedroom in Wen Ting's morning sun was naturally intended to be occupied by Mr. Song Tao.

"Mother, as well as Shengbo and ink!" Gentle reminded kindly.

"Oh, I forgot, yes, are they both big officials in Beijing?" Zhou asked, turning his eyes.

"Mother, Shengbo is an old servant who has followed Mr. for many years. Ink is Mr. Bookboy, not a big official!" Gently blinking, I didn't understand why there were so many big officials in Zhou's heart.

"Oh, two followers! That's easy, let the ink and your brother squeeze together, read it all, imitate, no taboo, as for the uncle, let him live with your second uncle Well, you are the second uncle anyway! "Zhou's arrangement was very good.

"Mother! You want to find out! Why is Erbo a stunner? Isn't there still Jane's? Isn't it still Jiren of Erbo and Jane? Didn't you still choose it? A few days ago, I saw Erbo Take Zhen Niang to buy cloth for wedding dresses. Niang, you will never think of the second birthday of Erbo, there are three people in the bedroom! Besides, the shovel in which one brother is placed in the utility room is very crowded. Could it be that you want your brother to go to sleep with ink and wash? "Gentle reminded with a smile.

"Yeah! Don't you say that I almost forgot about it, the day after tomorrow, Chang Bo and Jane Niang's newly-married Ji Ri! Look at my mind, I have forgotten it in a busy year! Then you and the old lady Xin girl Crowded, your room also vacated. I and I used to live there. Our room had another chuang, let Shengbo and ink wash make up! "Zhou thought for a while, and adjusted the arrangement.

"Mother, why are you so troublesome, just let ink and Shengbo live in my house, my brother and I won't have to live alone!" Gentle did not understand.

"Your girl said? Then, you have to be a young girl who is not out of the house, and a brother, you can't live together! It's time to marry another two years, and who will dare to marry you in the future! Stop it! "Zhou stabbed his gentle head with his fingers.

"Mother, I don't want to marry someone! I'm still young! I want to accompany my mother, I want to work with Yiyi!" Gently shook Zhou's arm.

In the past, every family member mentioned marrying and husband's family. Gentleness always had a lingering fear. In the past, Yin Deshun's face was enough. Now, the villains of the Yin family have been trampled under their feet, and they can no longer fight the bad idea of ​​benevolence and marriage. As for this time, the casual sentence of Zhou ’s mouth was suddenly soothing to two gentle faces in a gentle heart.

"No ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ No, I'm thinking about it!" Gently shook his head softly, blaming himself unconsciously.

For a long time, Wen Ting and Warm also took the hands. Until dinner, when the ink and the uncle returned, the Wen family had arranged everything.

"Mother, the restaurant has been very busy these days. Dad must be back later. Let me help you with today's dinner!" Gentle slammed into the kitchen like a little rabbit, and began to roll up sleeves and skirts when talking.

Zhou's eyes were gaunt, and Wen Shouzheng had just said that Rouer would cook, but she really did not know how to do it.

"Okay, please help me peel the green onions!" Zhou said with a smile and pointed to the food basket, thinking that the young girl had only learned about cooking for one month, and Wen Shouzheng had always run the cow in his mouth, presumably the young girl in his mouth If you can cook, you just cut a dish, cook a noodle or something.

"Mother, peeled off! What's in the house?" Just as Zhou was wandering, the gentle onion peeled by the gentleness had stood in front of the stovetop.

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