"Uncle Changfeng was worried that some reckless man would hit your mother, so he came here to protect her." Probably because he understood Yuanbao's true identity, Changfeng no longer worried about him calling him 'uncle'.

Yuan Bao didn't understand the meaning of Chang Feng's words, so he turned his little head and looked around for where the reckless master came from.

"Mother, where is Mr. Reckless?"

Song Qian patted Yuan Bao on the back and said, "Don't listen to your uncle Changfeng's nonsense."

Changfeng was about to cry but had no tears, and couldn't explain it. It wasn't until he looked at the big and small packages in his hand that he suddenly remembered the real thing.

He rolled his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. He even spoke in a louder voice: "Ms. Song, this is what you told my father earlier. My father spent all his energy to tell you this."

It's ready, you don't have to ask me to bring it to you."

Before he finished speaking, he turned to look at Shi Lei who was following behind him.

Song Qian was a little surprised, because she just mentioned it casually that time, and didn't want Ji Changye to remember it in his heart, and she also spent time and effort to find it for herself.

"Thank you very much, my father. I don't have much to thank you for. When we get to the shop, I will cook more food and you and I will give it to your father."

"Thank you, Madam Song. It can be seen that you have a very important position in my father's eyes, and my father is even more responsive to your requests. Tell me, my father is wealthy, charming, graceful, and thoughtful, and knows how to care for people. This kind of thing

Where can I find him?" After Changfeng said this, his expression still showed a bit of admiration, full of admiration for Ji Changye.

Madam Song suddenly felt strange when she heard such praise from him, and became more suspicious of his thoughts: "What's wrong with you today? What are you talking about?"

Changfeng put away his strange look, became more serious, and walked closer to Song Qian: "Ms. Song, although my father is a good person, he doesn't treat everyone like this, do you understand?"

He is interested in you, not to mention that he already has a baby, so this layer of window paper is not easy to pierce?

Seeing Song Qian shake his head, Changfeng stopped mumbling and said bluntly: "You are smart and capable, and you are a kind-hearted person. My father-in-law cares only about you. You two are a match made in heaven."

Hearing this, Song Qian was shocked and hurriedly asked Changfeng to shut up: "How can you talk nonsense about this? Your father helped me because he saw that my mother and son were pitiful, and I accidentally saved him twice. How can this be compared with

If a life-long matter is involved, you must be confused to say this."

"Ms. Song, where did I say something wrong? Think about it carefully, if my father had no intention of you and only spent a hundred taels of gold away, would there be any need to keep your words in my heart? I will read it day and night."

Changfeng's words struck a chord in Song Qian's heart. Thinking about it, since he met Ji Changye, he helped him in every possible way, even if his own kindness was not important...

No, what on earth was she thinking? Chang Feng's words disturbed her mind, and she started thinking wildly during the day. She and Ji Changye were nothing more than friends, and they couldn't get over each other.

"If you continue to talk nonsense, Changfeng, you won't have any share in what I make in the future." Song Qian frowned, her tone filled with anger, so Changfeng had no choice but to keep silent and dare not say anything.

Yuan Bao didn't understand what the two said and saw Song Qian was angry, so he didn't dare to say anything and could only lean on Song Qian's shoulder and pretend to take a nap.

Shi Lei, who had been following the two of them, heard Changfeng keep praising Ji Changye and Song Qian for how well they matched each other. Naturally, he felt unhappy and felt empty. But after all, he was nameless and had no qualifications to say anything, so he could only swallow his dissatisfaction.

Go back to your stomach.

Changfeng felt a cold feeling on his back all the way, but he didn't pay attention and joked with Yuanbao all the way to the town.

"Ms. Song, I'll go first." Shi Lei said goodbye to Song Qian, and walked down the long street under Chang Feng's gaze, and soon disappeared.

Song Qian didn't waste time, quickly put the desserts on the table, and went into the backyard to prepare some drinks and bread.

Yuanbao was playing happily on the side, while Changfeng was cleaning the shop and greeting customers.

Song Qian steamed the mung beans that had been soaked in advance, peeled and mashed half of them, added syrup and milk, and stirred until the graininess was gone. Then she mashed the remaining mung beans with their skins on and spread it in the prepared cup, added milk and added it.

Just the right amount of ice cubes.

This refreshing mung bean smoothie milk is ready.

Song Qian took out two cups and gave them to Yuan Bao and Changfeng, who was sweating profusely after finishing the work. After they drank the wine, they were busy asking how they were doing.

Changfeng was busy giving a thumbs up before he finished his drink.

"Mother, I still want to drink." Yuan Bao handed over the cup with not a drop left, milk still on his lips.

Song Qian took out a handkerchief and wiped it clean for him, and said, "This stuff is too cold. Drinking too much will be bad for your stomach. Can my mother make you a sandwich later?"

"Okay, what is a sandwich? Mom." Yuan Bao asked with a bright light in his eyes.

Song Qian didn't know how to explain it to him, so she could only say, "Mother will know after she makes it."

After saying that, Song Qian got up and went to check the bread he had baked. Because the equipment was not up to par with modern equipment, the taste was a little worse but still good. Song Qian trimmed the bread, cut off the mushy areas, and cut it into slices.

Then add fried eggs, thinly sliced ​​roasted pork, and tomatoes. Because there was no lettuce, cucumber slices could be used instead.

Changfeng watched Song Qian sandwiching these things in with great curiosity: "Ms. Song, what is the difference between separating these things and sandwiching them inside?"

"Of course there is a difference, please try it." Song Qian cut the sandwich symmetrically, sandwiched it with oil paper and handed it to Yuan Bao and Chang Feng.

Changfeng hurriedly took a big bite and was immediately surprised. The taste of these things together was very rich. The pork slices were slightly crispy from the roasted fat, paired with refreshing cucumber and tomato slices, plus the wheat flavor and flavor of the bread slices.

It's slightly sweet and tastes really good.

After seeing this, Song Qian sighed softly: "It would be even better if there were ketchup and salad dressing. I will try to make it when I get back." If she can make ketchup and salad dressing, she can also introduce it to modern people.

late night fun - fried chicken.

Song Qian made many more sandwiches, wrapped them on plates, and placed them on the counter together with mung bean smoothie and milk.

Changfeng got Ji Changye's share and was about to send it away when he was stopped by Song Qian. Song Qian took another jar from the backyard and said, "I saw that your father was always coughing, so I stewed some Tremella lotus seeds.

The soup can relieve coughs, so please send it to me too."

After Changfeng heard this, he smiled and said: "Why do you care so much about my father? I'll tell you that you two have a good heart and think of each other in everything."

Seeing Changfeng talking about such things again, Song Qian rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously and threatened: "If you talk nonsense again, you will never take another bite from my shop in the future."

This trick was so effective that Changfeng immediately stopped teasing him. He glanced at the Yuanbao playing on the side, and immediately got into his thoughts. He asked tentatively: "Ms. Song, this Yuanbao has nothing to do in the store. Why don't you follow me to the street?"

Go play and play, so that you don’t have to worry about it when you are busy. Besides, children as old as him are playing with their friends on the street."

Of course it was Yuzi who took Yuanbao to play with. In fact, Changfeng thought that this Yuanbao was Ji Changye's biological flesh and blood after all, and the two of them could become more affectionate if they saw each other more often. Otherwise, it would not be good for them to be separated in the future, so he thought

Take Yuanbao to meet Ji Changye.

Song Qian hesitated, but after hearing Changfeng's words, Yuan Bao immediately put down the windmill in his hand, hugged Song Qian's waist, and said to Song Qian: "I won't go, I want to follow mother. Where is mother, I

Wherever it is."

This Yuanbao has been close to Song Qian since he was a child, and he naturally doesn't want to follow others when it comes to their fate.

Seeing this, Changfeng put down his things, squatted next to him and said: "Yuanbao, there are many interesting things on the street. There are windmills, rattles and bag tigers. Uncle Changfeng can also buy you candy figures, so I'll buy them for you."

How about your favorite tiger?”

In line with the idea that children love to play, Changfeng described the toys on the street vividly. When Yuanbao didn't say anything, he thought he was shaken. Unexpectedly, the next moment Yuanbao turned around and hugged Song Qian tighter, saying:

"Then I won't go either! The food my mother makes is much more delicious than the ones on the street. Mother, I don't want to go."

After saying that, Yuan Bao hugged Song Qian's waist and rocked her, still acting coquettishly.

Changfeng felt a little helpless. It seemed that the young master from home had indeed inherited Ji Changye's intelligence, so it was not easy to lie to him.

Song Qian was hesitant at first, probably because she was worried that something would happen to Yuanbao. But then she remembered what Changfeng said. Children of Yuanbao's age are the age for having fun. They are always at home and will become more withdrawn when they grow up. Naturally, she

Don't want that.

Song Qian knelt down and took care of Yuanbao's clothes, and said, "Yuanbao, what Uncle Changfeng said is right. There are a lot of fun things on the street, and there are many children of the same age as Yuanbao. You can interact with them when you go there."

Play together and make friends, right?"

"But, mother..."

"In this case, Yuan Bao, how about you go with Uncle Changfeng, and when you get back, my mother will cook grilled fish for you?"

Hearing Song Qian's temptation of delicious food, Yuan Bao reluctantly agreed and left with Changfeng. Song Qian watched the two people disappear before feeling relieved. She shouted a few more times outside the shop to attract customers and used

The items were sold out in no time.

However, Changfeng did not use Qinggong while carrying the ingots and things, and could not bear the bumps in the young master's mind, so he spent all his money and took a carriage all the way to Ji Changye's residence.

The boys in the courtyard were very curious when they saw Changfeng carrying a baby. Changfeng could not tell Yuanbao's true identity, so he could only deal with them and carried Yuanbao into Ji Changye's study.

Ji Changye, who was reading a book, heard the commotion and raised his eyes when a small figure broke into his sight. Their eyes met, and the two people's facial features were indeed similar.

"Master, this is Yuan Bao. It belongs to you... Madam Song's young master." Fortunately, Changfeng's mind was quick and he swallowed the words 'your young master' alive and smoothed things over.

Ji Changye put away his surprise, looked calm, and said to Changfeng: "This is a remote road, and with a child, you are not afraid of something happening."

"Don't worry, Sir, my subordinate must have considered everything carefully when doing things. In order to prevent Yuan Bao from being shaken, I didn't use Qinggong. I also spent a lot of money to rent a carriage and bring Yuan Bao to you like a treasure." Changfeng.

He said aggrievedly, and there was a sense of asking for credit in his words.

Ji Changye felt relieved after hearing this, and was about to say a few words to Yuan Bao when he saw him take a few steps back and look at him warily, as if he had entered a wolf's den.

Changfeng hurriedly took out the things Song Qian had prepared and eased the atmosphere: "These are the mung bean paste, milk and sandwiches made by Madam Song, and the Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup specially made for you by Madam Song, which is said to relieve coughs.

"

Ji Changye felt warm and strange in his heart when he listened to Changfeng's specially emphasized words. His master's appearance was fully visible to Changfeng, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice. It seemed that the success of bringing the two together was very important.

probability.

When Ji Changye was about to eat, he glanced at Yuan Bao and invited him to join him.
Chapter completed!