Old Mrs. Song really didn't expect that a bowl of instant noodles that looked so good could be so unpalatable.

It was simply impossible to swallow.

But in order not to offend Song Hua, Mrs. Song decided to speak without conscience, "Well, it tastes good. Huahua, you are so awesome!"

"Really?" Song Hua frowned.

This is the second person after Yu Tingzhi to praise her for her good cooking skills.

"Of course it's true!" Old Mrs. Song said.

Song Hua smiled and said, "Then you can eat more later."

eat more?

She also wants to live longer.

Old Mrs. Song was frightened, and continued: "As people get older, their appetites get worse. One bowl is enough. You young people, eat more."

"Do you have a bad appetite?" Song Hua turned around and went into the house, took a small bottle of medicine and came out, "I have medicine here to stimulate the appetite and strengthen the spleen. The effect is pretty good. You can try it. This medicine has no side effects."

"Thank you Huahua! But one bowl is enough for me!"

Being able to finish this bowl is all a favor to Song Hua.

If it had been anyone else, Mrs. Song would have thrown the bowl into the trash can.

Mrs. Song really didn't understand why some people would make instant noodles so unpalatable.

"Oh well!"

Song Hua lowered her head and started eating instant noodles.

She ate with gusto and didn't even frown.

Old Mrs. Song swallowed her throat and even began to wonder if the instant noodles in Song Hua's bowl were made in the same pot as hers.

"Is Huahua delicious?" Mrs. Song asked.

"It's okay," Song Hua picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth, "It's just a little salty."

A little salty?

It should be 100 million points!

The most important thing is that this bowl of instant noodles is not a problem of adding too much salt.

There are other very strange flavors.

After finishing her sentence, Song Hua continued: "I put a little too much salt in the beginning, and then I put in some white sugar to mix it up, but I didn't expect to put in too much sugar again, and then I saw on the Internet that I could put in some white vinegar...

..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Mrs. Song continued to ask: "Then you added too much white vinegar?"

"Yeah." Song Hua nodded slightly, "So I added some boiling water to dilute the white vinegar, and then it became like this."

Talent!

What a talent!

Mrs. Song began to wonder if she would be poisoned to death by this bowl of instant noodles.

Song Hua quickly finished the bowl of instant noodles and walked to the kitchen, "Grandma Song, if you don't want to eat it, then I will eat it all."

Although the instant noodles don't taste very good.

But adhering to the principle of not wasting, Song Hua would eat everything no matter how unpalatable it was.

Over time, she got used to it, so she didn't find the taste unpleasant.

"Well, you can be proud of it." Old Mrs. Song replied.

Soon, Song Hua filled the instant noodles and walked out of the kitchen.

Mrs. Song looked at her with a lot of emotions in her heart.

This girl is pretty and her house is tidy, but she is so poor at cooking.

This is the legendary saying that when God opens a door for you, he will close a window.

Song Hua looked at Mrs. Song and continued, "Aren't you going to eat yet? It will be cold in a while."

"Yeah, I'll eat it right away."

Mrs. Song's heart skipped a beat, she closed her eyes and ate all the instant noodles in the bowl.

After eating the instant noodles, Mrs. Song immediately drank up the milk in the cup.

Fortunately, there is still a glass of milk.

the other side.

Beijing.

Song Yiyan walked downstairs and didn't see Mrs. Song. She asked with some confusion: "Where's grandma?"

Mrs. Song has the habit of listening to operas in the morning.

Therefore, every morning around six o'clock, she would sit on the sofa in the living room and listen to Kunqu Opera.

But this morning, Mrs. Song was nowhere to be seen.

This is somewhat abnormal.

Zheng Mei said: "Your grandma went on a trip on the plane last night."

"Travel?" Song Yiyan asked.

"Um."

Song Yiyan then asked: "Grandma is alone?"

"Yes," Zheng Mei said with a smile, "I want to accompany her, but she doesn't want to."

"Then where is grandma? She is so old, what if something happens?" Song Yiyan asked with concern.

Zheng Mei was very pleased to see Song Yiyan caring so much about Mrs. Song.

Although Mrs. Song doesn't like Song Yiyan, Song Yiyan is still a good granddaughter.

This shows that Song Yiyan is a good girl with a kind heart.

"It's okay, your grandma is in Jiangcheng, and your second uncle and his family are taking care of her."

Jiangcheng!

Hearing these words, Song Yiyan's eyes widened.

What is Mrs. Song doing in Jiangcheng?

Go find Song Hua!

Damn old woman!

What on earth does she want to do?

She had known Song Hua for less than a month and he was so kind to her. Could it be that an outsider was not as good as her own granddaughter?

Simply ridiculous.

Song Yiyan smiled and pretended not to care: "Sister Huahua is also in Jiangcheng. Mom, you can contact her and ask her to play with grandma."

Zheng Mei nodded, "Your grandma has arrived at Huahua's house."

Speaking of this, Zheng Mei smiled and said: "That child Huahua, let alone your grandma, even I like her very much."

Do you like Song Hua very much?

So who is she?

Listening to these words, Song Hua felt sad.

She was thinking, over the years, what was she in the eyes of the Song family?

Sad, deplorable!

Song Yiyan pretended not to care, and continued: "Actually, just like you, I have a special fondness for Sister Huahua, and I always want to get close to her unconsciously."

"Really?" Zheng Mei asked.

"Um."

Zheng Mei smiled and said: "It seems that Huahua is really destined to us!"

Destined?

Song Hua and Zheng Mei are destined, what about her?

Because she is only the adopted daughter of the Song family, the Song family can ignore her feelings?

"Yes," Song Yiyan narrowed her eyes without leaving any trace, "Mom, not only you and I like Sister Huahua, but the second brother and the others also like Sister Huahua very much. I was in the second brother's studio that day, and I also watched

Here’s Sister Huahua’s portrait!”
To be continued...