pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 89 Won't you invite me to be a guest?

"New dishes? Let's go, grandma will take you to the kitchen."

Mrs. Zhang liked Song Qingge's platycodon pickle very much after she tasted it. When she heard that visitors from all directions in the town had introduced four new dishes, one of them was platycodon pickle, so she guessed that it was provided by Song Qingge.

When I heard that there was a new dish today, I was very interested.

"I'm going too." Zhang Baochen was very clingy to Song Qingge, so he ran away immediately.

"Grandma, why don't you go back and sit down, and I'll call you when the dishes are ready."

After entering the kitchen and seeing the forest frog in her bag, the old lady was dumbfounded and frightened. She always felt that this thing was too scary.

It was Zhang Baochen who was so fond of it, he grabbed one and played with it on the ground.

"No, the old man likes new things, you teach grandma."

Song Qingge smiled, knowing what the old lady meant, and taught her step by step, as long as she got it, she would no longer be afraid...

The kitchen of the rich family was clean and tidy, with all the ingredients. Soon a delicious dish was cooked, and the old lady and Zhang Baochen both exclaimed.

"Qingxi, hurry up and get three bowls of rice, don't let the old man know." After the dishes were finished, the old lady actually pulled a bench over, lifted her satin robe, and sat down around the stove.

Zhang Qingshan likes to wear coarse clothes, he is dry and thin, and he doesn't look like an official at all.

The old lady was born rich, dressed richly, and her gestures were elegant.

Song Qingge couldn't even close her mouth in shock that such a noble and elegant old lady made such casual and even vulgar movements.

Zhang Baochen took it for granted, and also took the bench and sat down next to the old lady, "Grandma, grandpa has a very good nose, what rice do you want, hurry up and try it first."

"..."

Song Qingge really opened her eyes today, this——

Seeing her frozen in place, the old lady laughed while spitting out her bones: "I was originally a kitchen girl, and the old man likes to steal food in the kitchen, and we got to know each other after coming and going. Every time he comes, we are like this." , steal some delicious food, and eat around the stove..."

"I knew you, an old lady, would steal it behind my back. Fortunately, I smell it."

Just as the old lady finished speaking, Zhang Qingshan walked in from the outside, pushed Zhang Baochen away, occupied his bowl and chopsticks, and ate side by side with the old lady.

Zhang Baochen was still holding a forest frog in his mouth, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was too harmonious, the two old people couldn't even tolerate their grandson, let alone Song Qingge and Xiao Changsheng who followed behind.

After walking out of the kitchen, Zhang Baochen licked the soup on his fingers, and looked at Song Qingge eagerly, "Sister, do you think grandpa and grandma can keep it for me?"

"..."

Song Qingge glanced inside, she felt that it was too much.

Xiao Changsheng, who was watching from the side, glanced at Zhang Baochen, "It's delicious?"

"It's delicious. It's much more delicious than the cook in the house. I'm so envious of brother Dabao, who can eat delicious food every day." After finishing speaking, he continued to look at Song Qingge pitifully.

Xiao Changsheng frowned, and said with a smile: "Aren't Qingge going to invite my uncle to your house?"

"..."

The corners of Song Qingge's mouth twitched. She was thinking of refusing, but Zhang Baochen said before her, "No, Brother Dabao doesn't allow it."

"Huh?" Xiao Changsheng was puzzled.

"Brother Dabao said that there is only one kang at home, and my sister can only sleep with him!" Zhang Baochen seriously explained to him...

(End of this chapter)