After sitting for a while, Lin Qiao went to the kitchen to help. When Song Tingfan saw her, he hurriedly followed and went into the kitchen one by one.

Song An in the kitchen rolled up his sleeves and cooked dishes. He was skillful in his movements and seemed to do it frequently.

Lin Qiao was surprised for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Song Tingfan. He was surprised at all, obviously knowing that Song An often cooked.

The blessings of the Song Wang family are really not good. This is simply a huge blessing. Their own men make money and take care of their family, don’t do anything randomly, and feel sorry for others.

In fact, it is not just her who thinks so, but the whole village is full of people, and even the two brothers and sisters Song Mei and Song Hao feel a little bit.

But the Song Wang family made works all day long and didn't know how to restrain themselves. If it were a different man, he would have beaten her long ago.

When Song Wang, who was washing vegetables, saw them, glared at them in dissatisfaction, and came to his house to eat meat again!

Perhaps she got Song An's advice, she didn't dare to say anything.

Song Wangshi, who was like other actors in the entertainment industry, wanted to squeeze her out, but couldn't get rid of her. Lin Qiao raised her eyebrows secretly, "Uncle, is there anything you need to help?"

Song An shook her head happily, and while holding the dishes, she answered her, "No need, go out and sit and roast the fire."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Song pointed to the dishes in the basin, "There is no need, there are so many dishes that have not been washed."

"If you don't wash, go out. I'll wash it later!" Song An glared at her.

Song Wangshi didn't go out, but was a little dissatisfied and muttered, "She said she wanted to help herself and everyone would do it together. She was not the ancestor, so she sat down and ate ready-made ones."

"Auntie, I'll wash it."

Song Tingfan didn't want his sister-in-law to wash, so he rolled up his sleeves and squatted down to wash. Just as he was about to get water, the woman suddenly said lightly, "Ah?", and he turned his head and looked up. Seeing that his sister-in-law showed pain, he held the door with his hands.

He hurriedly raised something to support her, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Qiao shook her head, bent down and pinched her calf with her hands, "I'm old and my legs are cramped."

"Tingfan, please help your sister-in-law out and sit there. You don't need to help here." Song An said hurriedly.

Song Tingfan was all about his sister-in-law and didn't care about washing vegetables. He nodded, "Okay."

"Uncle, it's okay, it's an old problem, it's going to be fine in a while."

Lin Qiao pinched her calf again, glanced at Song Wangshi, and she said again: "I'll wash vegetables."

She was still washing vegetables after her feet hurt. Of course, Song An didn't allow it and said seriously: "Tingfan, help my sister-in-law out quickly."

Seeing that Lin Qiao wanted to say something, he said again: "There are not many dishes, your aunt can wash them."

"Tingfan, please ask your cousin to pour medicinal wine for your sister-in-law."

Lin Qiao just followed Song Tingfan out halfway. Cough, she didn't want Song Tingfan to help Song Wangshi wash vegetables.

As soon as I wash vegetables, my legs hurt. There was no trouble. Song Wang chopped off her head. She sniffed, "Pretty, I don't want to wash, but I don't want to wash.

My legs hurt, why don’t my butt hurt!”

Lin Qiao didn't say that the impression was very good in Song An's heart, and that was also very good. He lowered his face and scolded her, "Do you think Tingfan's sister-in-law is like you? Don't do anything for me for a New Year's Eve dinner. If you don't want to wash it, go out, I can do it myself."

"Song An! Do you want to help her? What's wrong with me? What I'm telling the truth. If you don't wash, you won't wash. You'll be exhausted."

Song Wangshi glared at him, got up and shook her hand, went out of the door, and soon came back, cursing and saying, "I owe you all my family." As he said that, he squatted down to wash vegetables.

His wife is not good to the outside world and is very nice to her family. Song An knows this in his heart, so he tolerate those who can tolerate it. He pursed his lips and said, "I will change you to a new hairpin in two days."

Song Wang's anger suddenly became smooth. She snorted, and replied to him while washing vegetables, "I don't want it, I'll save it for Mei'er as a dowry."

“It’s enough.”

"What's enough? Mei'er's dowry is more. His husband's family dares to hit her."

"You're thinking too much."

"I didn't think too much. Who do you think is the same as you?"

...

Here, the hall

Song Tingfan helped Lin Qiao sit down and looked at Song Mei anxiously, "Cousin, pour some medicinal wine and help my sister-in-law wipe it, her legs cramped."

When his sister-in-law said it was an old problem, he realized that he was blaming and anxious.

When Song Mei heard the phone, she nodded quickly and then left the main hall. Song Qinshi and Song Rong came around to see him. Song Qinshi worriedly, "Qiao'er, does it hurt?"

Facing everyone's eyes, Lin Qiao was guilty without pretending to be guilty. She shook her head, "It's okay, maybe I've just pulled it, this will be fine..."

Before he could finish his words, his calf was gently pinched and he suddenly felt itchy.

Song Tingfan knelt on one knee on the ground to help her pinch her calf, from top to bottom, and the force was not too small, just right.

"Uncle, no need, it's okay." Lin Qiao suppressed the itch and called him up.

Song Tingfan stubbornly helped her pinch her, simply thinking about her, "Sister-in-law, I'll pinch it for you, it will be better after pinching it."

At this time, Song Mei poured wine over, "Tingfan, please help my sister-in-law and go to my house."

Song Tingfan nodded, Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and then the three of them entered the room.

Song Mei was about to roll up Lin Qiao's trouser legs, but Yu Guang, Song Tingfan, stood still and looked at Lin Qiao nervously. She laughed and said, "Tingfan, go out, I'll wipe my sister-in-law's legs."

"I'll watch here." Song Tingfan was worried that Lin Qiao would go, and he didn't think about the men and women back then.

Song Mei stood up helplessly and drove him out of the house, "It's okay, I will wipe it for my sister-in-law."

She paused for a moment and couldn't help but tease her, "Look at her own wife in the future."

Looking at the closed wooden door, Song Tingfan felt blushing afterwards, and then he took a few steps back like a ghost.

But I still heard Song Mei's voice, "Sister-in-law, you are so white."

Something flashed through his mind, blushed to his neck, and he took several steps back.

...

Lin Qiao came out and saw the boy's face flushed. She asked casually: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Song Mei laughed secretly beside her, "I just said that if he wants to see him, he will look at his wife in the future."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao said "Oh", "Cousin, don't tease my uncle, he is prone to being shy."

"I know he is shy and teased him." Song Mei looked warm and gentle outside, but her personality was careless.

Lin Qiao approached her and joked with only two people's voices, "Cousin, Brother Jiang..."

Suddenly, Song Mei was the same as Song Tingfan. She stamped her feet shyly, "Sister-in-law, Ignore you."

Lin Qiao smiled, then patted Song Tingfan on the shoulder, "Uncle, don't stand outside stupidly, it's so cold."

The New Year's Eve dinner at Song An's house was pretty good. Later, while sitting in the main hall chatting, Song An took out a few red seals and gave them to the juniors.

As soon as he saw that he had been bulging, he knew that he had pretended to be a lot of money. Song Wang's face immediately collapsed, but he didn't say anything.

"Uncle, I don't want it."

The weight in his hand was not light, and it was not a copper plate. Lin Qiao handed him the red seal. When Song Tingfan saw that she refused to accept it, he also handed it to Song An.
Chapter completed!