Chapter 899 899. Pink and Delicate
On the first day when Grandma Tang came, because the mountain had not been tidied up yet, the old Song family tidied up an extra second floor for the couple to live in.
The old lady doesn’t pick anything - she loves beauty, she has endured hardships, and it doesn’t matter where she lives.
When I woke up early in the morning, I quickly pulled off a pair of gloves and looked at the soft and tender palms. I was so happy!
Although it is still a little oily, after scrubbing 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 found by the old Song family, 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 you tried? Please ask for one more. I want to use body oil, and massage it on my face...it's not in vain. I'll send her a message later." Propaganda."
Professor Song shook his head: "You think so, do the Song Tan family still need to promote it? 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 her feet. The remaining hand cream, 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 think so: "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 more comfortable than a heated room. A hundred times! "
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 unnoticeable, just right!
In contrast, in winter, in order to keep warm, the 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, only the pot is the safest - I didn't see the big orange and the small orange (Okay, I’m not that young now) I’ve dragged my cardboard box to sleep in a room by the fire! 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 meals that are not on the cat diet.
Grandma Tang felt very excited about this novel experience.
It's 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.
You can feel it when you are disrespectful and polite to your family members.
At this moment, Grandma Tang had a smile on her face and asked openly: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"
Ulan laughed: "Teacher Tang can eat scallion pancakes and white rice porridge. Are you used to it?" The old lady pretended to sigh: "You don't want to lose weight at all. Carbohydrates add carbohydrates... Oh, it tastes so good!"
As she spoke, she stepped into the kitchen with her little leather boots. Wu Lan burst out laughing: "Teacher Tang, don't think about losing weight in my house! It's all in vain!"
Isn't that right? !
In the kitchen, the old lady picked up a piece of pancake from the still-warm pot - it was roasting slowly in the stove, making the scallion pancake crispier and crispier, and the aroma of the scallion oil getting richer.
When you take one bite, it is rich and crispy, 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, serve me a bowl of porridge!"
This order only requires three small sheets. The cake was gone. Grandma Tang wanted to drink another bowl of porridge, but was quickly stopped by Professor Song: "How old are you and don't know how to restrain yourself? You usually eat a big bun for breakfast too much, but you don't want to eat so much this time." Life! "
His daughter-in-law was worried that she didn't have enough to eat when she was young, so she was afraid of getting fat, and she would still be like this when she got old.
Now that he has eaten so much in the morning, Professor Song is very nervous.
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 pasture The little lamb over there is also very cute!”
Teacher Tang took the Xiaoshi tablet and ate it, but 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 that there will be cultural classes in the morning. ——I’ve already had an early morning self-study session!”
Actually, it’s because I’m used to getting up early at home, and it’s too cold to do anything, 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 have lunch and study for a while, okay?"
Huh?
Qiao Qiao 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 big bear to pollinate? Winter, now? Who is Big Bear?
She turned her eyes and aimed at the gangster Zhang Yanping who was kicking and stepping in slippers in the yard, and looked up and down:
"Well, don't say it, this guy is "It's a strange match."
Zhang Yanping, who was suddenly stared at by everyone:... I have no problem with wearing pajamas and slippers holding a cat in my arms, right?
There's 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, I'll just say it! 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, 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 more reliable!”
But Wulan was extremely happy - she thought that the small size pink color was going to hit her, but she didn't expect that someone could actually wear it!
“It’s a great brand. The pink color is not tacky at all. It’s just right...right, Teacher Tang?”
Teacher Tang is wearing an out-of-season pink long down jacket. , the little old lady looked complicated:
“Yes, the big brand... is pretty good, even pink.”
Update 2, I have to go out in the afternoon, good night in advance.
(End of this chapter)