Chapter 1174 1174. So quiet
Jun Xin was worried about his brothers, and the seventh cousin was also worried about these foodies.
Song Tan took out the food-grade plastic sealed bags he bought back. From soy beans to watermelon sauce to pickled vegetables and pickles, they were all sealed in portions, focusing on portability.
The remaining light dry goods were also dug out and sorted one by one. If they could be sent, they were packed in separate boxes. If they were not cost-effective to send, they had to be stuffed back into the boxes.
When everyone was about to set off, Song Sancheng pointed to the bags of rice stalks in the warehouse and asked, "Should I send this away? It's delicious."
How can this big guy still not know?
But now I am holding a big suitcase in my hand, a bulging backpack on my back, and there are express boxes with everyone's names written on them in the yard...
Song Tan said: "How about forgetting it? If the item is too big, express delivery is based on volume, which is not cost-effective."
“No, no, no!”
Yan Ran was the first to speak: "I'll hold her! Whether I'm waiting for the bus or taking the high-speed rail, I'll hold her and eat while I hold her. I'll be fine when I get home. I can do it!"
Song Tan:…
"It's not that..." she tried to persuade: it's really a big bag. Even if you are not in a hurry, the gate opening and entry times are fixed. If your ticket is delayed due to this...
"No, no, no! I'm not afraid!" Yan Ran hugged the rice stick and said with great ambition, "I want to bring all the delicious food I can, so that my parents can witness with their own eyes what a good life I live!"
“That way they won’t try to push me back.”
Hehe, when the B&B opens next year, maybe I will have to ask myself, a related household, to reserve a place for them!
Her wishful thinking clicked in her mind, but it happened to hit everyone's hearts, so one or two everyone stepped forward and took their own portion of the rice stick into their arms.
Even Song Sancheng couldn't help but sigh when he saw this: "This is really too much..."
But these things were still put into Song Tan’s pickup truck.
Because there were too many people to fit in one car, Song Sancheng’s car finally came into use.
He buckled his seat belt happily, then looked at the dust on the glass window outside, and couldn't help but sigh:
“I need to wash the car.”
Master Jiang, who had just got into the car, couldn't help but be startled.
Look at the car window again, isn’t it clean? There is only a little bit of floating dust that is not very obvious.
It is a new car after all, and Song Sancheng can take care of it every day. That posture is no less than when he owned his first 28-meter big bar.
When everyone got on the bus, Song Sancheng did not forget to shout:
“Tan Tan, give me a car wash coupon and I’ll wash the car!”
Song Tan couldn't help but be speechless.
Her father bought this car only a few days ago! Last time I just carried the bucket and wiped it all by myself, but this time I actually knew how to get car wash coupons...
She then laughed: "Dad, you wash so often, aren't you afraid of washing off the paint?"
ah?
This time, it was Song Sancheng's turn to be a little nervous.
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As soon as they left, Zhang Yanping tensed up and went to Dr. Xiao Guo's clinic.
Cousin Seventh was in the kitchen observing the chili oil he made yesterday. Because he had enough ingredients, it smelled extremely fragrant. But because the resting time has not yet expired, I didn’t dare to stir it now.
It was indeed too quiet, and Ulan was a little uncomfortable with it. She called Qiaoqiao:
"Let's go to the canteen on the mountain." Zhang Wang's family is currently watching the cattle and sheep on the pasture. The canteen on the mountain is connected to the empty factory building, so it's time to find someone to keep an eye on it.
But there was no one in the village who was close and could make people feel at ease, so it was a bit difficult for a while.
Ulan silently noted this down and decided to discuss it with Song Tan when she came back.
Qiaoqiao rode Daduo and took her up the mountain with him. The car was swaying, and the green vegetables on the hillside had disappeared.
The ulan I eat at home is afraid of being frozen, the cabbage has been put into the cellar, and the radish has been buried in the sand.
Only the one on Boss Chang’s side that is supplied every day is surrounded by straw, and it was still growing with difficulty before the heavy snowfall.
Nowadays, as there are more and more vehicles on the road, the probability of highway jams is also increasing. The Lao Song family vegetable garden, which was originally scheduled to have a holiday on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, finally had a complete holiday before the Lunar New Year.
Other than this, Master Jiang would not be able to go home before the New Year.
“Woof!”
From afar, Dabao's strong voice came.
Seeing a familiar person approaching, it happily ran all the way down the empty hillside. When it arrived in front of Ulan, it quickly stopped the car, and then waggled its tail crazily, arching and rubbing.
“Ouch! Ouch!”
Wulan dared to say that she really didn't like dogs so much before, but now that she has so many babies at home, she has to stew meat and bones every day... Maybe it's because she has been feeding them for a long time and her feelings have deepened. She feels sad when she sees Dabao now. It was so bad that I couldn’t help rubbing and coaxing:
“Okay, dear baby, it’s getting cold today, so you don’t want to live on the mountain—there are only some trees left, and no one will steal them. Let’s live next to the factory!”
“You and the younger ones can just keep the factory safe. It’s warm here, and you don’t have to worry about going out for a walk if you have nothing to do..."
Thinking about it, only the king is still conscientiously guarding the two remaining pigs in the back mountain.
Ouch, she’s still feeling weird.
But the king is so big, and there are so many people returning home for the New Year, Wulan is really afraid of scaring people or giving them bad thoughts.
The factory building in front of her was empty. She simply asked Qiaoqiao:
"What do you usually tell the king? If not, let it come to the mountains to play. A few treasures change posts."
"Okay," Qiaoqiao agreed: "I have let the king go out to play a long time ago, but he doesn't like to play. And last time it snowed, I really wanted the king to pull the sled, but my father wouldn't make a car for me... "
Ulan thought to himself that your dad had just got a new car at that time, and his mind was all about that thing, so how could he care about making a small car for you?
But it’s okay—
“It’s the New Year, and there’s nothing to do at home. Let him get you one, and you can ask the king to pull the cart for you. Mom will take a video for you!”
Qiaoqiao's chest puffed up: "I want Dabao and the others to be my cavalry by my side!"
Ulan didn’t know what cartoon or TV series he had watched recently, but the dogs were idle anyway, so it was okay to play with them.
At this moment, I just said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, let's go into the factory and see if it can be tidied up..."
“Master Jiang said that the kitchen has also been tidied up—”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhai Xiaofeng, who had been helping in the kitchen on the mountain, came out of the kitchen.
Seeing Ulan, a smile appeared on her face. Apparently she still remembered that he advised her not to remarry just because she was dizzy.
“Sister, you are here!”
She said openly: "Master Jiang asked me to carry the remaining ingredients down the mountain. I thought you were busy in the morning, so I came here after lunch."
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