Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 899 899. Pink and delicate

On the first day when Grandma Tang came, because the mountain had not been cleaned up yet, the old Song family tidied up an extra second floor for the couple to live in.

The old lady didn't pick anything - she loves beauty, and she has endured hardships, so it doesn't matter where she lives.

At this moment, when I woke up early in the morning, I quickly took off a pair of gloves and looked at the delicate and smooth palms. I was so happy!

Although it is still a little oily, after wiping it with a wet towel, the entire palm of my hand is visibly whiter and softer!

 “Okay, okay!” The old lady smiled happily.

Last night, she took a stick of greasy hand cream and applied it on her hands, then put on the temporary labor protection gloves that the old Song family found, just as a hand mask.

Now when I wake up, the effect is beyond expectations!

 There was no one else in the room, and she no longer paid attention to her appearance. At this moment, she raised her feet and pulled off her socks:

 “Ouch! My feet are white and tender too!”

Professor Song was coming out of the bathroom when he heard this and laughed: "I rubbed your stinky feet so early in the morning... How old are you? Why are you still as young as you are? This stinky virtue of loving beauty cannot be changed!"

Grandma Tang snorted and ignored him at all. I just thought about it: "How many tubes have I made? Please ask for one more. I want to use it as a body oil and massage it on my face... It's not in vain. I'll send her a promotion on WeChat later." .”

Professor Song shook his head: "You think so, do Song Tan's products still need publicity? The live broadcast is all because Qiao Qiao likes it, they don't need publicity at all."

Grandma Tang sighed: "I know you're a useless old man - I'll teach Qiao Qiao how to play chess later, and I won't believe there are no good things!"

 After she finished speaking, she wiped the remaining hand cream on her feet, and then started to wash up.

Don't tell me, life in the mountains is good. I went to bed early last night and woke up at six o'clock today.

When the old lady said this, Professor Song didn't agree: "You haven't caught up with the summer. Don't look at me sleeping on a straw mat in the side room in the summer, but it's so comfortable! It's a hundred times more comfortable than a heated room!"

 No, Song Tan's cultivation was not very good at that time. The spiritual energy gathered every night was dispersed, so he was nourishing the family silently!

 It moisturizes things silently, but it is natural and no one can notice any abnormality. It is just right!

 In contrast, in winter, in order to keep warm, indoors are relatively closed, and the natural feeling is somewhat worse.

But this was enough for the old lady. She even felt that this was the reason why she looked rosy when she got up early in the morning. She was very happy when she went downstairs holding the chessboard.

The days are short in winter. Even though the sun is just faintly shining now, it is actually already eight o'clock. Everyone was not polite and just greeted casually:

 “Breakfast is in the kitchen pot!”

It’s cold, and only the pot is the safest—didn’t you see that the big orange and the small orange (well, they are not small now) have dragged the cardboard box to sleep in the fire room! Compared to the dogs, they are truly blessed!

Of course, most of the time they have to find their own food and look down on dog food that is not on the cat diet.

Grandma Tang felt very excited about this novel experience.

 It's very strange. Logically speaking, since he is a guest, the Old Song family should be waiting for everyone to have breakfast together. But this casual sentence "in the pot" made her feel at ease instantly.

 Being indifferent is followed by heedfulness, and being polite to one's own family members can be felt.

At this moment, Grandma Tang had a smile on her face and asked generously: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Ulan laughed: "Teacher Tang, are you used to eating scallion pancakes and white rice porridge?" The old lady pretended to sigh: "You are not losing weight at all. Carbohydrates are added to carbohydrates... Ouch, it tastes so good!"

As she spoke, she stepped into the kitchen with her leather boots. Wu Lan burst out laughing: "Teacher Tang, don't think about losing weight in my house! Even thinking about it is in vain!"

Isn’t it possible? !

In the kitchen, the old lady picked up a piece of pancake from the still-warm pot - it was roasting slowly in the stove. The scallion pancake became crispier and crispier, and the aroma of the scallion oil became richer.

 When you take a bite, you will feel the crispy and rich aroma, not to mention how beautiful it is!

"Hurry up!" The old lady chewed in her mouth and ordered vaguely: "It's too dry, Lao Song, please serve me a bowl of porridge!"

At this time, there were only three small cakes left. Grandma Tang wanted to have another bowl of porridge, but was quickly stopped by Professor Song: "How old are you that you don't know how to restrain yourself? You usually eat a big steamed bun too much for breakfast. If you eat so much this time, you will die!"

His daughter-in-law, when she was young, people thought she didn't have enough to eat, so she was worried about getting fat. She will still be like this when she gets old.

 Now that he has eaten so much in the morning, Professor Song is very anxious.

Song Tan happened to walk in and couldn't help but feel happy: "It's okay, it's okay, take a digestive tablet and do some exercise - Teacher Tang, are you afraid of dogs? If not, let Qiao Qiao take you to feed the dogs! The lambs over there in the pasture are also very cute. !”

Teacher Tang took the Xiaoshi tablet and ate it, but still hesitated: "I plan to teach Qiao Qiao Go in the morning..."

“That won’t work, that won’t work.” Qiao Qiao shook her head: “Teacher Xin said there will be cultural classes in the morning—I already had a morning self-study class!”

 Actually, I have a habit of getting up early at home. It’s too cold and I have nothing to do, so I might as well study.

Grandma Tang was in awe: "Okay, okay! No wonder Lao Song said that Xiao Xin is a good teacher - okay! Then we can just have lunch and study for a while, okay?"

ah?

Qiaoqiao was confused again: "Is it okay in the afternoon? I will take the big bear to pollinate at noon."

"What?" Grandma Tang didn't understand - take the bear for pollination? Winter, now? Who is Big Bear?

She turned her eyes and looked at Zhang Yanping, the gangster who was kicking and stepping on slippers in the yard, and looked up and down:

 “Well, don’t tell me, the name seems to match.”

Zhang Yanping, who was suddenly stared at by everyone: ...I have a cat in my arms in my pajamas and slippers. Is that okay?

 No problem, it’s just that Grandma Tang is a little anxious - if she doesn’t make some contribution, why would she have the nerve to ask about hand cream? After all, everyone has given one.

The old lady suppressed her anxious mood, awkwardly took off her coat at this moment, and put on the large down jacket provided by Ulan, which covered her calves.

The other party also babbled: "Oh, let me tell you! This pink one is too small and not suitable for anyone to wear. I didn't expect you, Teacher Tang, to come! Your skin is white and foreign, so it's just right!"

Grandma Tang tried to refuse—this pink and delicate color would be so good for young people! But she is the only one in the family who is only 1.6 meters tall, and her shoulders are too thin!

“It’s colder in our village than in the city, and it’s even colder on the riverside and in the mountains. Your coat is made of pure wool, and it will be ruined just by hanging it up—this down jacket is really good!”

Ulan was extremely happy - she thought that the small size pink was going to fall into her hands, but she didn't expect that someone would actually be able to wear it!

“If I say this is a big brand, it’s good. The pink color is not earthy at all, it’s just right...right, Teacher Tang?”

Teacher Tang was wearing an out-of-season pink long down jacket, and the little old lady had a complicated look on her face:

“Yes, the big brand...is pretty good, even pink.”

Update two, I’m going out in the afternoon, so good night in advance.

 (End of this chapter)