Chapter 1184 1184 Bad Stuff

Chapter 1184 1184. Bad energy

Dr. Xiao Guo's mouth is as sharp as Song Tan's.

At this moment, the two girls were asked to lie on the bed side by side. They didn't even need to lift their sweaters. They just found the acupuncture points and started rubbing them slowly.

At first, the child hummed twice, but then his expression became more and more comfortable, making Ayiguli eager to try:

"After pressing it, digestion will be completed. Is your stomach empty?"

Guo Dong laughed: "How can it have such a magical effect? ​​It just makes the child's stomach less upset, makes it more comfortable, and digests it a little faster."

She saw through Ayiguli's thoughts: "They were both stuffed, but it wasn't serious. But if I went back to eat and drink after I checked, it would definitely be bad."

Then he told Song Tan: "Just have a small bowl for lunch, and don't eat anything in between."

Doesn't she know how bad Song Tan is?

When the seventh cousin's son comes back, their family has prepared good things to satisfy their cravings.

Knowing that they can't come back with their families there, they can be so greedy here, and the main thing is to make people regret and never forget it, right?

The two looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding of each other.

but……

"That's not right."

Song Tan suddenly remembered something:

"I remember that when my seventh cousin first came here to work, he sent you something. Tea, honey, white fungus... What, is the express delivery too far away?"

Ayiguli instantly remembered that unforgettable memory, and nodded in surprise:

"It turns out you gave me the tea and honey!"

"Our whole family can drink a big bowl of white fungus soup! And it's easy to go to the toilet! So is the honey! The tea is paired with kebabs and finger rice, it's really great!"

Song Tan paused and wondered: "It sounds like you have eaten it. But if you taste it, you should know that we have delicious food here, right?"

Why do you need to eat so much in the city?

Ayiguli blushed a little.

"We ate it. Both children liked it very much and kept coming back to see what grandpa eats every day... We also bought tickets, but my dad had something to do, so he just refunded the tickets."

Later Song Shuliang said: Children should not have such high expectations.

Because he grew up in the countryside, he knew that although there were good things in the village, they must also be very precious. His father traveled thousands of miles to send these, so he must have put in a lot of effort to get them!

Later, every time I asked about my job during video calls, my seventh cousin said that he was a chef in a family in the village, cooking big pots of rice for everyone...

When Song Shuliang heard this, didn't he understand?

As a cook, you can always get something good. But you are not free to have three meals a day!

With the rapid consumption of honey, the amount of tea leaves is decreasing day by day. Thinking about the long journey, the desire to go home fades away again.

But at this moment, when Ayiguli thought about it again, she felt filled with regret.

Song Tan knew that going too far was not enough, so he took the initiative to change the topic:

"Dr. Guo, what do you want for the New Year? Can I ask my cousin to prepare it for you?"

Guo Dong sighed: "You can pick vegetables in your field, and I can buy tea myself. It seems that there is nothing missing... Oh, you ask him to prepare and take two days to come to my house during the New Year."

After thinking for a while he asked again:

"Does Qiao Qiao have those kind of tattoo stickers? Don't most children like to play with these? Give two of them to his cousin and put them on his arms. Be fierce!"

Tsk.

Zhang Yanping has that face, that body structure, and a tattoo on his arm. I will take him back to his hometown during the Chinese New Year to see who among those people still dares to chirp!

This made it difficult for Song Tan to answer: "If I remember correctly, the only stickers Qiao Qiao has now are Peppa Pig and Ultraman. Do you want to put them on?"

Guo Dong shook his head instantly. This was too out of place: "Forget it, I'll buy it myself. I don't know if it can be shipped before the year."

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Otherwise, our family will be selling new year's goods during the Chinese New Year. I'll bring you two with me then. You should be able to find them in small boutiques in town."

Guo Dong nodded: "Okay!"

Turning to another topic:

"There will definitely be more people staying in the village next year. Then it won't be appropriate for me to pick vegetables in your vegetable patch. Why don't you get some meal coupons or something, and I'll pay for them."

"If you want to cook it yourself, let Zhang Yanping bring me some food. If you don't want to cook it, I'll go to the mountain cafeteria to eat."

How much food can Dr. Guo eat by himself?

She maintains a good health and can even eat a vegetable by herself. And throughout the year, there is no shortage of Hawthorn pills and summer tea.

Now I'm probably in a relationship with Zhang Yanping and I have some scruples, so I said this.

Song Tan thought for a while, but didn't refuse:

"Let's wait until the new year. There will be more people after the new year, so we can sort out this matter again."

The two of them were chatting casually, and Guo Dong had already helped Ayiguli press her down. While she frowned at the soreness and swelling of her acupuncture points, she couldn't help but think for a while:

The life in the child’s father’s hometown seems no worse than in the frontier! There is a feeling of freedom and happiness...

…

After the mother and daughter finished, they strolled back to warm themselves by the fire and chat, listening to interesting stories in the village and talking about life on the frontier.

At the same time, I have to look at the table full of food and secretly drool.

By the time Song Shuliang came back, it was already 12:00 noon.

Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, went to Song Tan's house and found ready meals, but Song Shuliang was already hungry.

He didn't expect that he would have to go through so many procedures in the morning, either signing this document or that document, which was dizzying, and his father would criticize him from time to time.

Now when he returned to the yard, he found that Grandma Qi and Ayiguli were not at home. The fire pot that was lit in the morning was deliberately half buried with ashes, leaving only a few sparks.

The chilly house made him blurt out:

"This house is still too big, and it's too cold in winter. I don't know how you have lived for so many years."

Grandpa Qi got the job done, and he was in a good mood at the moment. He pretended not to hear his son's speech.

He was only concerned about whether the pig's trotters, eggs, dried tofu, and pre-cooked meat in the stew pot were stolen by rats?

In the end, he even opened the freezer and took out some ready-made fried milk that he made at Qiao Qiao's house yesterday.

At this time, Grandma Qi also came back with the mother and daughter, whose cheeks were flushed by the heat. Everyone talked and laughed, and was obviously very happy. Ayiguli even volunteered:

"Mom, I'll help you light the fire."

"Okay!"

Grandma Qi didn't refuse: "Your dad likes to use two stoves when cooking, and it's just right for us to use one each, so we can keep warm."

As for the two little granddaughters, they were laughing and frolicking for a long time, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all. Children are just hot-tempered.

Song Shuliang, who sat alone in the main room for a while and was so cold that he rubbed his hands and stamped his feet, couldn't help but get up and walk around twice, and found that this huge house would be too quiet if there were no sporadic sounds coming from the kitchen.

Update 1. I was so sleepy that I took a nap before writing, but fortunately I finished it.