I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 620 Really fragrant!

Su Shao took a nap in the afternoon.After getting up, she looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock, and it was time for Song Yan to come back from get off work.

She changed into a comfortable dress, tied her hair up and went out.

The elevator went down and stopped at the 13th floor.

Su Shao went to knock on the door, and soon, the middle-aged man opened the door and looked at her expressionlessly.

Su Shao definitely belongs to the type of getting more courageous as she gets frustrated. The more she is rejected by others, the more excited she is, and she has to find a way to arouse people's emotions.

"Uncle!" she shouted with a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you to the square dance."

The middle-aged man seemed to have heard some joke, he sneered and sneered, "Me? You want me to dance to that vulgar and childish thing?"

Does the little girl know who he is?
Saying his name, it is estimated that even the mayor of City A will rush to visit him.Now, she actually wants to drag herself to dance in the square?If he jumped, those old antiques in Dijing would laugh at him to death!
10 minutes later.
"I can't fly no matter what. In Huahua's world, the left leg is the right hand first, and the right leg is the left hand! Alas, why did you do it wrong again?" Su Shao had no patience, with a sullen face, like a strict teaching director .

She taught him the first movement for almost 10 minutes, but she couldn't learn it!
Legs out, bend over, swing arms.

It's too simple.

The middle-aged man also looked dissatisfied, and followed her stiffly and jumped.

Su Shao went on strike, sat down on the edge of the flower bed, and said to the middle-aged man bitterly, "This is a square dance, why do you dance like a mechanical dance? Elderly disco?"

"That dance step is not popular now, and the difficulty is not friendly to your elderly comrades. Although the square dance is simple, it is comfortable to exercise and is very helpful for physical exercise."

The middle-aged man was out of breath and found a seat to sit down, "I said I would not dance anymore, why did you drag me in? Even a teacher who taught others couldn't understand how to dance, and said I couldn't dance well? Hmph!"

He snorted with a haughty expression.

Hey?
Su Shao laughed angrily.

This leg grew on his own body. If he really didn't want to come, what could she do?
Now I can't understand the dance, so I complain that she didn't teach well?An old man with the same hands and feet, who can teach people in a short time by patting his chest?
Even if an immortal came today, there would definitely not be such a person.

"This drunken butterfly is a favorite dance among grandpas and aunts recently. As long as you learn this song, everyone will be willing to play with you in the future."

The middle-aged man sneered, "Who cares to play with them? It's annoying to watch them bouncing around."

Just keep talking!

Su Shao didn't say much, drank two saliva and stood up again, "Come on, come on, the second move."

As she sang, she demonstrated dancing to the middle-aged man, "So I am a drunk butterfly."

The middle-aged man watched the second movement, changing feet for a while, and crossing hands for a while.He fell silent.
When he was young, learning advanced mathematics never gave him such a headache.

Su Shao, "Uncle, hurry up and learn. I'm waiting for you to become the new square dance king of our Siji Yunlan."

The middle-aged man sneered, "Who cares?"

After a second or two, he asked Su Shao, "How do you do the first movement?"

Song Yan came home from get off work and found that Su Shao was not at home.

Usually at this point, when people are not at home, they just go downstairs for a walk.

He changed his clothes and went downstairs, and sure enough, he found the little girl in the huge square.

She wore a white loose suspender inside, a bright yellow cardigan outside, and linen white shorts and hole shoes underneath.

Casual and simple dress, youthful vitality.

The ponytail is dangling in the air, like a soft willow leaf, which makes people feel at ease.

"Your oath came lightly and lightly"

I don't know when, more and more people joined Mr. Su's square dance teaching conference.

Su Shao herself has studied Peking Opera since elementary school, so she is very good at dancing.In addition, she is pretty, and soon became acquainted with Siji Yunlan's old friends group.

"Girl, go home for dinner." Song Yan walked up to Su Shao.

Su Shao was sweating profusely, using his small hands as a fan, he kept blowing wildly at Zeng's face.

She took a few breaths and looked back, "Uncle, do you want to go to your house and taste my partner's handicraft?"

Behind him, apart from a bunch of old ladies, there was no middle-aged man with that noble appearance at all.

"Huh? Where's the person?" Su Shao stretched his neck and looked back, but he still didn't see anyone.

"Don't tell me first when you get home. It's rude!" Su Shao pursed her lips, muttering alone.

"Who are you looking for?" Song Yan asked.

"An old man who always dances smoothly in the square dance." Su Shao couldn't help but find it funny when he thought of the middle-aged man dancing to drive her crazy just now.

In the morning, just after Song Yan went to work, Su Shao bought a bunch of ingredients and went to the 13th floor.

After ringing the doorbell, the middle-aged man just opened the door. When he saw her standing outside the door, he refused to let him in without even thinking about it.

He danced all afternoon in the square yesterday, and his waist is still sore.

Su Shao said "Oh" and blocked the door, "Uncle, Uncle, don't worry, we won't dance in the square today."

The action of the middle-aged man closing the door paused, and in the next second, Su Shao showed off and shook the vegetables in the plastic bag in his hand, "My partner is not at home again at noon today, I just saw that you have no children at home , this is not what I want to come to cook with you."

"boom--"

The door was closed unceremoniously.

Su Shao looked at the heavy door in front of her, touched her nose, a little embarrassed, "Actually, I'm quite talented in cooking, I cook instant noodles very delicious!"

The door is open again!
Middle-aged man, "Let me eat that junk food? Dreaming!"

In the kitchen, Su Shao was busy in a small apron.

She held the chopsticks in one hand and the egg in the other, "Uncle, don't worry, the tomato instant noodles I made are definitely not junk food. After eating it, it still nourishes the stomach."

The middle-aged man glanced at the kitchen with his teacup in hand.

Believe in your evil!
It would be nice not to salt him to death.

Su Shao took a knife and scratched a "ten" on the tomato, then threw it into cold water to boil, and peeled the tomato skin.

Take the tomatoes out of the pot, chop them and stir fry with tomato sauce, then add water and beat in frangipani.

Finally, put the noodles and seasonings, and serve with fresh lettuce by the way.

Su Shao quietly observed the middle-aged man who was getting closer and closer to the kitchen.

Look, the neck is so long.

After such a short time, I don't know how many times I swallowed my saliva.

She asked, "Uncle, can you eat spicy food?"

"I'm a senior, what do you think?"

Su Shao put down the old godmother hot sauce in his hand, "tsk tut" twice, and regretted, "Then you will have no luck. If you don't put Laoganma in this instant noodles, it means that you have no soul."

The middle-aged man replied, "It's good if you don't eat people to death. What soul do you want? Do you really think of yourself as a Michelin chef?"

"Uncle, your mouth is really poisonous." Su Shao muttered in a low voice, "It's exactly the same as my partner's bad temper before!"

The figure of the middle-aged man standing outside the kitchen froze for a few seconds, then turned and went to the sofa without looking back.

The footsteps were hurried, with a hint of panic.

Seeing the person leaving suddenly, Su Shao was also surprised.

What did she say wrong just now?

After turning off the fire, she took out a bowl of noodles from the pot and put them on the dining table, her index finger waving wildly.

The middle-aged man stared at her, "Where's mine?"

Su Shao raised her eyebrows, "Don't you want to eat?"

The middle-aged man was furious, "When did I say I don't want to eat?"

"Aren't you afraid of San Gao?"

"Didn't you still say nourish your stomach?"

Su Shao covered her mouth and smiled, and slapped the chopsticks on the table, "All right, all right, I'll serve it for you!"

Soon, she brought over a bowl of healthy tomato instant noodles.

The middle-aged man was sitting at the dining table with his back straight, and he moved gracefully and took out a piece of paper to put on the neckline of his clothes.

It looks like a rich man from a rich family.

Su Shao picked out noodles with chopsticks and blew on them, "Uncle, what we eat are noodles, not western food!"

She pursed her lips and sucked, the noodles soaked in soup teased her taste buds.

After Su Shao finished chewing the noodles, he glanced at the middle-aged man contentedly, "See, I have to suck it up."

After finishing speaking, she took another big sip.

The middle-aged man imitated her movements and sighed.

Su Shao stared and approached him, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

The middle-aged man's jaw was tense, and he didn't answer Su Shao's question for a while.

But there was something strange about that cold face.

After a while, he cleared his throat, and his tone was restrained and flat, "It's okay."

For such demanding people, "okay" means delicious!
Su Shao smiled and began to conquer the food in the bowl wholeheartedly.

In the living room, the sound of sucking noodles never stopped.

Two 10 minutes later.

Su Shao burped after eating and drinking.

The middle-aged man drank the last sip of tomato soup in the bowl, he put the bowl on the table, his eyes wandered to the kitchen, "That."

Su Shao turned to look at him.

"Is there nothing in the pot?"

"Gone."

"Have you finished eating the noodles?"

"Finished!"

"soup"

Su Shao said bluntly, "Not a drop left!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the clean bowl of the middle-aged man, "It's almost as clean as yours."

Middle-aged man, "."

Su Shao, "Uncle, are you going to dance in the square at night? Your drunken butterfly hasn't finished learning yet."

"Song Yuanming."

"what?"

The middle-aged man looked at the little girl in front of him in a daze, and the coldness on his face faded, "My name."

Song Yuanming?
Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing?
Su Shao thought the name was very interesting, her eyes lit up, and she asked curiously, "Is your child's name Song Qingmin?"

Song Yuanming's calm face suddenly became tense again, "What Song Qingming! It's time to die!"

Su Shao didn't hold back, and burst into laughter with a "puchi", "Uncle Ming, do you not distinguish between front and back nasal sounds? I'm talking about Min! Not Ming!"

"Look, after the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, isn't it the Republic of China? According to the order, your child should be called Song Qingmin." She said, watching the man's face, "Or do you actually have no children?"

An old bachelor!
Su Shao didn't dare to say the latter sentence.

"Who said I don't have a child? I have a son, but my son is..." He was halfway through speaking, and then suddenly stopped talking.

Su Shao looked at the pride in his eyebrows and eyes, and saw that pride disappear, replaced by a feeling of sadness and loneliness.

Su Shao stopped looking and continued to ask questions.

Look at this disheartened look, probably his son is no longer alive
The old man is alone, guarding such a big house all day long, and has no friends or relatives, which is really pitiful.

"Uncle Ming, I may not be able to accompany you at noon tomorrow." Su Shao said, "I'm going to do an internship at a TV station tomorrow. If you don't know how to cook at noon, see if you can invite an aunt to help you, Lou There are several housekeeping companies, I can accompany you to ask them later."

Song Yuanming, "No need."

Su Shao thought he was afraid of spending money, and tried to persuade him earnestly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he added, "I have a housekeeper."

Su Shao, "??"

It's outrageous!
Su Shao left, and cut a fruit plate for Song Yuanming before leaving.

Song Yuanming looked at the plate on the table, to be precise, at the "smiling face" expression made of cut oranges on the plate. The smile was very bright, just like the little girl who just left.

No wonder his son gave all his belongings to others.

The phone on the table vibrated and the call was connected.

"Master, arrangements have been made for the financial summit in City A tomorrow. I will pick you up at ten o'clock in the morning." Uncle Li carefully explained the itinerary.

"understood."

"You," Uncle Li said tentatively, "Have you seen the young master?"

Song Yuanming, "What do I see him doing? Doesn't he still look like one nose and two eyes."

Uncle Li sighed and smiled, "Yes, yes. I thought you insisted on living in Siji Yunlan, but you actually wanted to see the young master. If I had known, I would not have put you two in the same building."

"How about I tidy up the old villa, and you can simply move the villa. Someone will take care of you in your life, and you can move freely and conveniently."

"Don't stay!" Song Yuanming refused bluntly, "I've just gotten used to living here, and you want me to move? Isn't this deliberately torturing me? How tiring it is to move once, I have three highs, if I don't move, I won't move! "

On the phone, Uncle Li echoed his voice, but in fact his heart was already rolling backwards with laughter.

Father and son, a pair of tough-mouthed and soft-hearted characters.

"That's fine, you and the young master will live in the same unit.".

Song Yuanming, "He is just a boring person, but the little girlfriend he found is quite interesting."

Uncle Li was surprised, "Did you see Miss Su?"

Song Yuanming took a toothpick from the toothpick box and picked his teeth slowly, but his voice couldn't hide his flaunting, "Ang, I just finished cooking and left."

"Before I left, I even set out a fruit plate. There was a smiling face in the fruit plate, which is not good for food. What's the use of all these fancy things?"

Li Bo smiled.

He smiled sincerely.

He has been with this man all his life, and he knows that tricky and indifferent character too well.This master of my own family has never said so many things in one breath, let alone speaking to him in such a showing off tone.

It sounds critical and dissatisfied, but in fact, let alone how happy I am.

"Miss Su is kind-hearted and cheerful. She is also versatile. She is a good match with the young master."

Song Yuanming asked, "What kind of talent? Complicating fruit plates?"

"It's singing Peking Opera. Ms. Su is a disciple of Cheng Pai. Recently there was an opera singing program called "Quyi Brothers". Ms. Su is the initiator and one of the producers. The original intention was to promote traditional culture, but this The program is really well done, and I am looking forward to chasing it every Saturday.”

Peking Opera?

That little girl can also sing Peking Opera?Why don't you tell him, even Lao Li knows!
"No wonder the square dance is so good," Song Yuanming muttered.

"Master, what did you say?" Uncle Li was also old and couldn't hear clearly.

Song Yuanming got excited, raised his voice, and asked proudly, "Lao Li, can you dance a drunken butterfly?"

Uncle Li was dumbfounded by the question, "."

Song Yuanming continued his efforts, "Have you ever eaten instant noodles with tomatoes?"

Li Bo, ".No"

But we've all eaten instant noodles, can we still nourish our stomachs?

"Now I can dance drunken butterflies, and I have eaten instant noodles made by that girl. Haven't you just heard a few episodes? What's so great, and you're bragging about it?"

Li Bo, "."

Which of them is bragging?

　Baby, I'm stuck again. I've rewritten it twice, but I'm still not satisfied.If I don't come out early in the morning, I will add updates for you on Monday and Tuesday, please forgive me!Calvin's matter is really a headache.
　　
　
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