Chapter 746 The young widow who inherited her dead husband’s estate (96)
The young widow who inherited her dead husband's estate (ninety-six)
"Thank you, suddenly this topic has become interesting."
"It smells, but it's real. My mom was telling us at the time that if there weren't vegetables in the relief supplies, my whole family would have been unable to poop."
"I see. That's why I couldn't poop for a while, but later I could poop without any problems! It turns out it was all thanks to the official father and Mr. Song!"
"...I am really fed up with you guys, can you please speak a little more politely?"
"That's right, isn't the point that the big guy is so kind-hearted that he supports a bunch of little bastards like us?"
"Anyway, thank the motherland first, and then thank Mr. Song!"
"Don't forget Mr. Song's lover!"
"Okay, okay, thank you all, thank you all!"
Compared with the previous public opinion wars, netizens who have received practical care during the disaster are obviously extremely sincere.
Because they have all personally experienced the difficulties of that period, now that they know how hard it is to get vegetables, they are naturally grateful.
Except for a few people who still cannot be woken up.
"Mr. Song", whose back was the only figure seen at the base, became a figure that many people often mentioned overnight. Although no one knew his specific name and age, he was still active in everyone's word of mouth.
Some people even called the TV station to ask who Mr. Song was and wanted to interview him, but were turned down.
"Mr. Song is indifferent to fame and fortune. After saving the world, he returned to the mountains and did not intend to accept any interviews from anyone."
"Then we want to know Mr. Song's real name, right?"
"I'm sorry, hiding the real name was the request of Mr. Song and his wife. We have made great efforts to reveal the last name."
"Then Mr. Song's lover..."
"Sorry, Mr. Song's lover is even more low-key than Mr. Song himself."
The bonfire was burning, and Dong Dafu couldn't help laughing when he saw this.
"I think you two are a perfect match. Each of you is more low-key than the other. It makes me laugh to death."
"In fact, I would say you don't need to worry so much. You are all people who are being protected now. It doesn't matter even if others find out."
Song Ning grabbed the chicken feet and turned to look at him, helpless.
"Is it funny? Then let's give your name next time we go there? Mr. Dong Dafu, what do you think?"
Song Ning kicked the chicken in his hand a few times and gathered his strength.
"No, please don't. I can't bear the title of savior."
Dong Dafu quickly refused, "You don't know how many people on the Internet want to find this mysterious Mr. Song. If they really want to get me, I can't take the responsibility. I didn't do anything."
Xianyun sat on a small bench by the campfire, holding a string of snacks in his hand, playing with it, eating it, and interrupting.
"That doesn't mean I didn't do anything. Helping two powerful people look after their house is also a merit."
Dong Dafu rolled his eyes, reached out to tear off a piece of his shirt, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Yes, yes, it's a great contribution. Then you can also watch the house together. Put your name in the post, and we can both become famous. What do you think?"
Xianyun decisively refused, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but no thanks, I don't want to be famous."
Whoever wants to be famous can go out. It's tiring enough for him to have a little fame in the Taoist temple since he was a child. If he becomes famous again, how can he still be lazy?
"All right."
Song Ning withdrew his gaze from the two people who were cursing, turned around and let go of the chicken's feet, "Is it done? This chicken is still quite strong."
Lance took it, scalded it with hot water, and began to pluck the hair skillfully.
"After all, they are our chickens, so of course they are better. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been favored by those two people as soon as they arrived."
Of course, he was referring to the two people who were still arguing over there.
Song Ning smiled and moved a stool for him. Lance tilted his head and kissed him before sitting down. "Thank you, Ningning."
"You're welcome. But brother, you always say you dislike them, but it was you who caught the chicken just now."
Song Ning accurately pointed out Lance's contradictions.
Every time Dong Dafu and Taoist Xianyun came over, Lance would remain silent, but he would always kill whatever the two wanted to eat and cook it into delicious dishes.
Today, even Dong Dafu agreed to such an outrageous bonfire party. To be honest, he really felt that Lance must bear a big responsibility for the current situation of these two people, right?
Lance glanced at him, "Really? Then who was the person who built the bonfire? He even picked out the fruit wood we bought to roast the duck, huh?"
He can't take the blame alone, it's obvious that someone is no different from him.
Song Ning looked up at the sky silently.
How do you say this?
After all, although it's nice to be in a world for two, it's too easy for things to go wrong. He doesn't want to fall asleep from work or be worked to death every day.
We have to find some entertainment programs occasionally. Dong Dafu and Xianyun know how to have fun every time they come. He just provides the venue and some ingredients, there is nothing special about it.
Night gradually falls, the night wind is cold but the bonfire brings warmth.
Lance stood next to the oven, roasting the chicken that was gradually turning golden in his hands. Song Ning and Dong Dafu also had a smaller oven next to them. Various vegetables were roasted in the oven. The most popular among them were mushrooms that were lightly fried in hot oil.
This is Xianyun's craft. He is so diligent that he wants to show it to everyone.
When you bite into the crispy and tender mushrooms, the juice overflows in your mouth with an oily feeling. The hot juice bursts out with the aroma of cumin and the freshness of the mushroom. It is so crispy and tender that you can't stop eating it.
Dong Dafu was so sincere that he wanted to put his thumb directly on Xianyun's forehead.
"To be honest, this tastes better than meat and is not greasy."
Xianyun was quite proud, "Isn't it? I am good at it, don't you think?"
Dong Dafu finished a string of noodles in a few bites and rolled up his sleeves.
"Then I'll show you my skills. Do you have gluten? I'm a first-rate gluten roaster. I guarantee you'll be screaming with delight after eating it."
Song Ning smiled and took out a handful and handed it to him, "Just waiting for you to show your skills."
Dong Dafu looked at him, then looked at Xianyun who had stepped down in favor of someone more virtuous. He always felt something was strange, but he still went to roast the food obediently.
Halfway through the roasting, he suddenly realized and yelled, "Well, you two are plotting against me here, right? I was just enjoying the food, how come I suddenly became a roasted gluten chef."
Song Ning ran with two skewers of freshly roasted gluten in his hand, laughing, "You were the one who said you wanted to show off your skills. We didn't force you to do that."
He got behind Lance with the gluten in his hand, and while feeding Lance he was proud, "Come find him if you can."
Dong Dafu glanced at Lance who was still roasting a chicken behind him and changed his target.
Xianyun grabbed a handful of gluten and ran away, eating as he ran, showing great agility.
Dong Dafu let out a "Damn it", kept a small handful, grabbed the others and chased after them.
"Don't run!"
Under the campfire, some people are extremely naive and full of childishness, while others snuggle up to each other sweetly.
The snowstorm has passed, and the night sky is filled with stars, which looks very beautiful.