In a blink of an eye, Su Tang began to sell himself. Anyway, he tried to get in touch with the master song. He was shocked with his face. How could he not see that the sugar girl was such a person? She had such a thick skin.
Su Tang said that the thickness of her face depends on who she is facing. When she meets a gentleman who is likely to have good knowledge next time, she still doesn't know when and what to do if she doesn't pay attention to her face at this time.
Song Yi only thinks that the little girl is ancient and strange. It really reminds him of his wife when she was young. Because the family life was difficult, his wife was also looking for jobs in the street to make a living. She had to fight for one or two Wen.
At the beginning, she chased for two streets in order to make him pay two Wen. After he lost money obediently, she seemed to find that he was very rich, so she took things and tried to make money from him. However, it was not a trick, but she took her own things to exchange.
Two people so familiar with each other, look at each other, and later married.
Later, Song Yi became famous and became the imperial Fu. As his wife, she once went out to be laughed at. Later, she learned a lot of rules and became an excellent official wife. However, she was less and less clever when she was young.
Now looking at Su Tang's blatant deception, Song Yi can see it, but also feels nostalgic and funny. He looks at Su Tang and says, "I'm not an ordinary person, how can I not know, and, little girl, have you ever read a book?"
Su Tang reluctantly hesitated about this question. "Reading is a matter that we should compare with. We have to use a suitable quantifier, that is…"
Song Yi with a smile to see the little girl here to play with his heart, "hmm?"
Su Tang sighed, "just, I can't let people know. I don't know why I understand it."
Song Yi shook her head and said, "strange girl, do you want to make clothes for me?"
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Su Tang has a better idea. She can make clothes slowly. If she can't, she can do it at home. As long as she has enough contact, she will have a chance.
Song Yi shakes her head. "I'm hungry. Go to the kitchen and make me something to eat. I'll think about it."
"May I venture to ask, is there any necessary connection between cooking and making clothes?" Su sugar said, why does she want to fool people into making clothes, but also with a cooking skills?
Song Yi is very solemn, "no, but I will."
I'll go, master. You are so wayward. Does your wife who died know that?
Sue sugar, tucking up in the heart, make complaints about "OK, OK."
Who asked her to do the cooking. Su Tang was taken to the kitchen by holding ink. Not to mention, the kitchen is not small, and everything is very complete.
Sucang checked the materials, and soon determined the menu and began to work.
Holding Mo, seeing that she had nothing to help, she went to see Song Yi, "master, are you?"
"Little girl, as she was when she was young, she was so old and weird that she would deceive people." Song Yi smiles.
Holding Mo was relieved. He felt that his master seemed to put down some knot. Then he heard Song Yi say, "Beijing is getting more and more chaotic. If you have nothing to do in Qinghe town, take a little disciple."
"What?" Hearing Song Yi's words, holding Mo was surprised. He didn't expect Song Yi to move this mind.