Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing smiled without explaining, exited the surveillance video and clicked on the address book to find the village head's phone number and dial it directly.

"The village chief is like this. My car was scratched by the swallows in the village with stones, and the two rearview mirrors are almost scrapped.

I am not familiar with the people in the village. Is it convenient for you? If it is convenient, I will trouble you to help coordinate and solve this matter. "

Although she doesn't lack the money to repair the car, her money didn't come from the wind, even if it was brought by the wind, it was her luck to pick it up.

It doesn't make sense to let it go like this, or the same sentence, adults must be responsible for their actions.

The village head agreed, but he was not in the village for the time being, and he promised to bring Yanzi over to solve the matter when he came back.

Song Qing thanked him politely, talked about the surveillance video and exchanged greetings with the village chief before hanging up.

"Girl Qing, do you really need hundreds of thousands of old money for this car repair?"

Aunt Xiang looked left and right at the car, and retracted the hands that touched the scratches on the car body as if they had been burned.

Her hands are used to doing farm work and are very rough, but they are not as delicate and tender as when she was young.

If Qing girl's car was damaged and she was compensated ten or twenty thousand yuan, the several bunches of winter melons in the field would not be in vain.

"It's okay, Aunt Xiang, I'm just kidding, it's worth 10,000 yuan at most."

Of course Song Qing knew what Aunt Xiang was thinking, it was a new life for her to come to this different world,

I watched my grandparents do farm work since I was a child, and I also went to the fields when I grew up. I know how difficult it is for farmers to earn some money.

Especially the older generation, although reading can change their destiny, but in that era when they couldn’t get enough to eat,

Many people in the village did not continue to read Braille after attending elementary school. If they are lucky, they go out and work hard to earn some quick money.

More are planted for a lifetime. From young to seventy and eighty, they earn hard money with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky.

"Ten thousand, ten thousand is fine, and ten thousand can be paid by biting one's teeth."

Even though I said so, Aunt Xiang's heart is bleeding when she thinks about it if her family pays for it.

Although the children in the family also earn money outside, but now that they are married, they need money everywhere.

Those parents who are mothers and fathers do a little work while they can still do it. The money outside is not so easy to earn, and the children are tired.

"Oh, so is this swallow. What do you mean by paddling your car well? Who in the village doesn't know that your car looks weird, but it's actually very expensive.

This time, the old sister-in-law of the Lin family has to suffer from headaches again. How difficult it is for a woman to raise three children, you say,

Yanzi, an old woman, is not obedient, so it would be nice to live a good life with Gangzi, but she has to live like this, alas. "

Aunt Xiang was talking to herself, mentioning that the old sister-in-law of the Lin family actually wanted to see if Song Qing could soften her heart and be less demanding.

She didn't bother to help Yanzi alone, but the old sister-in-law of the Lin family was a very good person in the village, so she only mentioned it.

"Old sister-in-law of the Lin family?"

Song Qing's attention was withdrawn from the four words "grotesque", and she raised her finely trimmed eyebrows and asked,

"Is it the one who lives in the courtyard with a jujube tree?"

"Yeah, girl Qing, what's up? Do you still remember the old sister-in-law of the Lin family?"

Aunt Xiang was really surprised, Miss Qing came back every ten days and half a month, but she didn't like to move around and talked less.

At most, I went to the fields to find the two elders, and helped the two elders with some farm work, and when they saw them, they smiled and nodded, and Aunt Song called for someone when she asked.

"Well, I ate the sweet dates she gave me when I was a child."

Recalling the childhood memories, Song Qing's glamorous face was still smeared with a warm smile, she didn't mean to say much,

Aunt Xiang didn't ask any more questions, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that girl Qing is like this, the 10,000 yuan may be less, even if it is less than one yuan, it is still money.

"Auntie, come in and sit with me? The sun is too bright outside."

The sun was glaring after 10 o'clock, and the occasional gust of breeze would not help to dispel the sweltering dryness.

"I won't sit down. Your uncle and the others are coming back from work soon. I have to go back and put the rice in the pot and fry two more dishes."

Aunt Xiang glanced at the sky and waved her hands, and several old people also agreed, saying that if they can't do farm work, it's okay to cook a meal.

Song Qing didn't hold back much, went in and unpacked two boxes of herbal tea and snacks brought back yesterday to cool off the summer heat, and stuffed them with them.

It was just a small thank you for reminding themselves that the car was scratched. After hearing such a reason, a few people didn't say no,

Going back happily with the things, there are only a few things sold in the small shop in the village, just a novelty.

After the few people left, Song Qing went straight back to the small courtyard of the Song family, took out the mobile phone in her trouser pocket and poked the screen with her fingertips.

WeChat chat dialog box: You tapped SY,

Dayuan's No. 1 magic stick [Huo benefactor, are you still coming back, and what do you want for lunch, you can ask your grandparents and I will cook for you. 】

I thought I didn't reply so quickly, but I didn't expect that I just walked into the kitchen and haven't opened the lid of the rice tank.

The mobile phone in her trouser pocket vibrated, Huo Yu replied with a voice note, Song Qing opened it lazily,

"Grandma said that Qingqing can cook rice in a pot. She is afraid that you will burn her kitchen down. We will be home in ten minutes, so there is no rush."

The voice is magnetic and low, and it is not difficult to hear a smile in it.

The corner of Song Qing's mouth twitched, vividly imitating in her mind the expression of disgusting grandma when she said this,

Helplessly, she has no talent in cooking and she really doesn't like it. She obediently prepares to wash rice and cook a pot of rice.

five seconds later,

Da Yuan's No. 1 Magic Stick [Ask grandma, how many spoonfuls of rice do you want...]

The reply was still a voice note, but it was Grandma Song's voice, mixed with the laughter of several other people around,

Song Qing supported the forehead,

Well, the face of the great god stick is completely humiliated.

Song Qing pressed the cooking button and went upstairs. Huo Benefactor was too crazy last night and didn't know how to stop when enough is enough. Apply some medicine.

In seven or eight minutes, there was the sound of a car coming back from downstairs, but there was no sound of the door being opened for a long time.

Probably noticed the scratches on her car, took out a few paper towels to wipe off the dripping fingers, and prepared to go downstairs,

"Squeak."

There was the sound of the door being pushed open, and when Huo Yu pushed open the door, Song Qing just came out of the bathroom.

When the four eyes meet, the man is obviously relieved, and the worry is obviously too cute,

It made Song Qing's heart itch, walked over and grabbed Huo Yu's shoulders, and her red lips moved close together. The kiss was short but hot,

"What happened to the car?"

After the kiss was over, Huo Yu still couldn't bear to kiss the woman's seductive lips, and asked in a gentle voice,

Song Qing shrugged, took the man's bony palm and walked out of the room. She loved the feeling of clasping fingers with Huo Benefactor so much,

"It's nothing serious, let's go, go down and talk, grandparents are still waiting."

Thinking of the three old men, Huo Yu didn't insist any longer, instead he clasped the catkin with his big palm and gently caressed it to comfort him, then pulled it up and put it on his lips for a kiss,

Song Qing didn't say anything, but the tear mole rippling at the end of her left eye was flying sweetly.