Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

Recalling the past, Aunt Zhang had a faint smile on her face. She turned her head and said to Song Qingcheng: "Your mother learned cooking from me. She said that your grandfather and your father work late every day. , I often eat cold and hard food, so she wants to learn cooking, at least, I can take care of them when I'm not around."

"and after?"

"Later, your grandfather and your father ate boiled noodles for a month."

"..." This is really the same style as myself, the only thing I can do is to cook noodles.

Song Qingcheng was about to ask Aunt Zhang about her mother again, when Li Wei walked in suddenly and said to Song Qingcheng: "The old man hasn't seen you going up, so I'm in a hurry, and he said he wants to come downstairs in person."

"Hurry up! Why are you acting like a child?" Song Qingcheng didn't care about that much anymore, so he could only keep his mother's nostalgia in his heart, fish out the noodles, put them in a bowl, and pour over the boiled noodles chicken soup.

"Aunt Zhang and Uncle Li, I'll go up first, I cook so much, you guys can eat too."

Next time, Song Qingcheng specially reserved two people's share, just for Aunt Zhang and Li Wei, she made a casual look at them, and went upstairs with her face up.

And in the kitchen without her, it was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Li Wei looked at Aunt Zhang, pushed his glasses and said, "Aunt Zhang, please make me a bowl too." Qingcheng's noodles are rare.

Aunt Zhang also held this idea, and the two of them looked at the face in the pot with expressions of interest.

And Song Qingcheng, who was holding her face, had already arrived outside Li Hongwei's bedroom. She was holding things in both hands, and she didn't have any extra hands to do other things, so she gently kicked the door open with her foot.

"Grandpa, the hot noodles are here. Uncle Li said you want to get out of bed, huh?" Looking at Li Hongwei with menacing eyes, Song Qingcheng was caught by Li Hongwei's eyes when he brought in the bowl of noodles and the cup. The marked milk was placed on the table beside him: "Eat it while it's hot."

"... I smell it, the noodles are quite fragrant." Li Hongwei said to him, rubbing his nose and saying.

Originally, he thought that his obedient granddaughter would definitely understand what he meant, and brought the noodles over, and the milk...forget it.

But unexpectedly, sugar palm!A glass of white milk was handed to him. Behind the milk glass was Song Qingcheng's big smiling face: "Grandpa, drinking milk is good for your health. I warmed it for you myself."

Looking at the sweet smiling face of his obedient granddaughter, and then at the glass full of milk, Li Hongwei closed his eyes, exhaled, and raised his neck when he picked up the milk.

"Gudoo, Gudou, Gudou."

In a few moments, the full milk disappeared into Li Hongwei's stomach. He smacked his lips, glared at Song Qingcheng, and stuffed the quilt to Song Qingcheng: "Grandpa can eat noodles this time, how can you eat what you made?" Is it so difficult?"

"Hey hey." Song Qingcheng doggedly pulled a tissue to wipe Li Hongwei's mouth: "Dangdangdang, this is the noodles I made for grandpa, eat it while it's hot."

The small meatballs and various vegetables are floating on the surface of the hot soup. The unique aroma of fungi stimulates the aroma of the meat. The perfect combination of the two exudes a mouth-watering aroma.

During this period of time, Li Hongwei's health has been poor, so he doesn't have much interest in eating. After all, his stomach has been weakened by various medicines after a long illness, and he can't taste much after eating.

However, smelling the bowl of noodles in front of him, Li Hongwei felt the long-lost hunger.

He looked at Song Qingcheng who was looking forward to it, took a bite with his chopsticks, and immediately widened his eyes in surprise: "Mm~ delicious, it's really my obedient granddaughter's craft."

As he spoke, he ate a few more mouthfuls.

In his whole life, he has eaten so many good things that he can't even count them.However, there are only three things that are the most delicious. The first is the rice cooked by his wife, and the second is a candy bought by his son.

At that time, my son was only five years old. When he went to pick him up from the kindergarten, he suddenly took out a lollipop from his schoolbag, raised his head, and said softly, "Dad, Tangtang."

"Well, sweets for the baby." He touched his son's soft hair, knelt down and said to him.

Unexpectedly, the son suddenly peeled off the candy wrapper, and handed a lollipop that Li Hongwei had never eaten before to his lips: "Baby ate it, Dad is late, this is..." He tried hard to recall what the teacher had taught him , It took a long time to say: "The baby is specially reserved for Dad."

Sugar, cloyingly sweet.

The bowl of noodles in front of me is intoxicatingly fragrant.

Li Hongwei felt that his life was worth it. He had a good wife and gave birth to the best son in the world. He also left himself the treasure of Song Qingcheng. In fact, who said he was not happy?

Li Hongwei almost finished the bowl of noodles with a smile on his face. He drank the last sip of the soup, wiped his mouth and asked Song Qingcheng: "Go and see Leng Jinyan, is he better? Nothing serious, right?"

"He has woken up today. I asked the doctor in charge. The doctor said that as long as he rests for a while and doesn't irritate his stomach, he will be fine."

"That's good." Li Hongwei was very grateful for Leng Jinyan who saved his granddaughter, but he still remembered that Song Qingcheng liked Rong Kui now. , you take more care of him during this time, as for the rest, forget it."

"I know." Not to mention, Song Qingcheng also knew how much debt he owed.

A person, because he is sick in bed, may never be able to eat some delicious food in the future, which can be regarded as a debt of favor to the adults.

I don't know when it will be paid off.

Song Qingcheng, who was thinking wildly just because of his grandfather's words, was unconsciously stunned, without even turning his eyes, in a daze, in a daze.

Looking at her appearance, the thought that had been suppressed in Li Hongwei's heart popped up again.

This Leng Jinyan is indeed a good man, responsible and caring. Those gossip news not long ago were finally confirmed to be written by gossip reporters.

In fact, Li Hongwei's favorite grandson-in-law has always been him, never Rong Kui.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang reverberating in the house.

Song Qingcheng took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and saw the two big words "senior" on the screen at a glance.

She glanced at her grandpa: "I'll answer the phone, grandpa, please wait first."

"Go ahead, I'm tired too, let Aunt Zhang clean up the dishes." Li Hongwei yawned as he spoke.It is always physically weak. Although the mental state is good, the body is also tired.

Song Qingcheng nodded: "Grandpa, rest well, and I won't bother you."

"Ah."

Looking at the gray-haired grandfather, Song Qingcheng personally covered him with a quilt, said good afternoon, and then walked out of the room to pick up the phone.

"Hello." She stood in her room, twirling on the ground with hesitation on her toes, just like her heart at the moment, unable to calm down.

Since receiving those MMS messages that day, and the accident on that flight, this was the first time Rong Kui called. He was so happy that his mind was almost numb, but also a little indescribably sad.

It took so many days to call, explaining that I really don't need anything?

Song Qingcheng didn't dare to think about this idea, nor did she think about it.She deliberately raised her tone a little to make her voice sound lighter.

"How is the senior? Is the company's business going well?"

"Where are you now?" Rong Kui's tone was not relaxed, even nervous.

Song Qingcheng replied subconsciously: "I'm at home..." Suddenly, she heard the stewardess' standard Mandarin from the phone, and the flight mentioned in it was clearly from S City.

She was surprised and said, "You came to S City!?"

"You have been missing for so many days, I am worried." In one sentence, like a hammer hitting Song Qingcheng's soft heart, she unconsciously softened her tone and said impatiently: "Then I will pick you up at the airport." you."

"Well, drive slowly and pay attention to safety."

"I'll pay attention." Song Qingcheng hung up the phone reluctantly, changed into a thicker down jacket, and hurried downstairs.

"Where are you going, miss? In such a hurry?" Li Wei, who had just finished eating noodles, was eating away, and asked curiously when he saw Song Qingcheng in a hurry.

Song Qingcheng put on her shoes and said joyfully without looking back: "I'm going to pick up someone at the airport."

"It's so important that you need to pick him up in person, and it's okay to let Uncle Li pick him up." It was so cold that Li Wei felt sorry for her.

But now Song Qingcheng, whose eyes are full of Rong Kui, can't remember whether the weather is cold or not. She waved to Li Wei, got into the car and said to Uncle Li who was driving: "Uncle Li, please hurry up, the airport There are people waiting there."

"Okay, okay." The driver is an old man from the Li family. He also has a granddaughter. Looking at Song Qingcheng's appearance, he jokingly said: "Is it the boyfriend who picked up Miss? My granddaughter asked me two days ago Take her to some park, I wish the car had wings."

As soon as Rong Kui was mentioned, Song Qingcheng's face turned red, but she nodded and said, "It's my senior in college, and now my boyfriend."

"A senior in college." Hearing this, Uncle Li turned his head and smiled and said to Song Qingcheng: "That's really fate, but I have to let the master see that he looks at people, he can't be wrong."

Song Qingcheng didn't answer this sentence, but only smiled.

Her silence made the driver Uncle Li think that he had said something wrong, so he turned his head in embarrassment and continued driving.

Li's house was not too far from the airport. About 10 minutes later, the airport arrived.

Opening the car door, Song Qingcheng, who was about to get out of the car to find Rong Kui, suddenly found that there was a light snowfall in the sky at some point, like rice grains, which were melted by the water on the ground.

She didn't expect this when she came out. She looked at the airport and then at the snow, and simply raised her arms and ran over while covering her head.

Rong Kui, who was already waiting at the airport gate, saw Song Qingcheng coming, raised his hand and said, "Here."

His height of 1.8 meters [-] is not short, and he even stands out from the crowd.Therefore, when he raised his hand, Song Qingcheng saw him and ran over.

"Why are you standing here, is it too cold?"

The south is not as cold as the north, and Rong Kui, a native of the south, is not very resistant to the temperature in the north.

Song Qingcheng was worried that he had caught a cold and had a fever, so he stretched out his hand to sense the temperature of his body, raised his head and said, "Hurry up and come back with me to warm up, it's freezing through—hmm!"

"What... what's wrong?"

Song Qingcheng, who was chattering a lot of old mother's words, was suddenly held in the face by Rong Kui, blinking a pair of almond-shaped eyes at a loss, with a blush that was completely out of Song Qingcheng's control on her cheeks.

Feeling the coldness on her cheeks, she asked the Rong Kui who suddenly changed her manner in front of her face: "Is there anything dirty on my face?"

"Yes." Rong Kui, who held her face in his hands, looked at her deeply, and replied affirmatively.