The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

In the pavilion, Song Yunran looked at the food box that had been eaten clean and couldn't help laughing. As a chef, this was the best compliment a customer could give.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

Although she knew it was delicious, she still couldn't help but ask.

After Aunt Kui finished the last bite, she took out the silk scarf she had just used to wipe her tears and wiped the corners of her mouth: "It's delicious, but a little less. Can you please make more next time?"

"Okay, then I'll do more next time," Song Yunran nodded obediently and responded with a smile.

Su Jinghang, who was sitting opposite him, ate more slowly than his mother. After he chewed his food carefully and took a sip of tea, he said, "Ms. Yunran's cooking skills are so good, no wonder she opened a restaurant."

"So you run a restaurant? Oh! Why do you have to work so hard to make a living at such a young age? But your family doesn't treat you well?"

When Aunt Kui heard that Song Yunran was going to open her own restaurant, she excitedly raised her voice.

The look in Song Yunran's eyes when he looked at the other person showed no disdain or contempt, but only pure concern and heartache. His impression of Aunt Kui changed a lot instantly.

"My mother gave birth to three daughters. My father and grandparents didn't like us, so my mother divorced and took us three sisters out to make a living. It just so happened that I was a good cook, so I opened a restaurant."

Song Yunran said it lightly, but he didn't mention that there were more grievances and tortures involved.

In her opinion, there was nothing shameful about her family, so it was okay to talk about it. If they could really be friends, they would know these things sooner or later. It would be better for her to say it herself rather than hearing it from others.

If someone really looks down on her because of these things, then that person is not worthy of being a friend.

In just a few words, Aunt Kui imagined a lot of things that Song Yunran had suffered, and the look in her eyes when she looked at her was nothing but heartache.

But Su Jinghang lowered his head, drank tea quietly, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly.

Song Yunran didn't feel that he was living a bad life at all, and smiled and said: "I think I am living a good life now! I don't have to be beaten, I don't have to go hungry, I eat well and sleep well every day, and I can also earn money."

She originally wanted the two of them to stop thinking about her, but the more she talked, the more misunderstandings she caused.

They both stared at her with sympathetic eyes.

Song Yunran touched his nose awkwardly: "Well, I came here today to thank the city lord for the gift he gave me a few days ago."

"You're welcome. You saved me and I haven't thanked you yet. Those gifts are just my token of my appreciation." Su Jinghang smiled at her gently.

Aunt Kui looked at the two of them in confusion, and finally fixed her eyes on Song Yunran's face: "When did you save Jing Hang?"

Su Jinghang winked at her, apparently asking her not to say anything, but she couldn't resist Aunt Kui's charming gaze, so she had to pretend not to see Su Jinghang's hint.

“On my way to the city, he collapsed on the side of the road with a high fever, so I took him into the carriage, gave him medicine, and took him to the city.

But after he woke up, he left without saying a word. I didn’t know he was the city lord at that time. When my restaurant opened, someone said the city lord gave me a gift, so I came here today to thank him. I didn’t expect that the city lord was him.”

After hearing this, Aunt Kui slapped her delicate hands on the stone table and said, "Great! Su Jinghang has grown up, he is amazing! He fell ill and fainted on the side of the road without even telling his mother, do you still have me as your mother in your heart?"

Su Jinghang rubbed his forehead, looking like he had a headache. Just as he was about to explain, he didn't expect Aunt Kui to come again.

"You didn't! If you had me in your heart, you wouldn't have kept it from me! I worked so hard for ten months and came back from the brink of death to give birth to you. Others say it's good to have a son, but what good is that! It's really better to give birth to a barbecued pork than to give birth to you."

Throwing the silk scarf that she had just used to wipe her mouth back onto her face, Aunt Kui started her act again, patting her chest sadly and crying sorrowfully.

Now Song Yunran finally understood why Su Jinghang didn't let her speak, and she regretted it very much!

Su Jinghang didn't explain. Instead, he turned to look at Song Yunran, pointed to the other side, and motioned for her to follow him quietly.

Song Yunran didn't dare to disobey. While Aunt Kui was lying on the stone table crying, the two of them moved out quietly.

The two people who had finally sneaked out looked at each other and laughed happily.

"I'm really sorry to have embarrassed you. My mother loves reading storybooks and has been fascinated by acting since she was a child. It's just that her family background doesn't allow her to pursue her dream, but she has never given up and acts for fun every day."

Although Su Jinghang was smiling when he said this, there was still a trace of heartache and helplessness in his eyes.

Song Yunran saw what the other person was thinking. Originally, she also thought that his mother was crazy, but after Su Jinghang said that, she felt that it was nothing. After all, everyone has dreams!

"It's okay. I think your mother is pretty good this way. She is free and doesn't care about other people's opinions. She has a very good mental quality."

Although she said so, Song Yunran actually had another thought in her mind: If it were me, it wouldn't work! After all, this is too crazy.

Song Yunran's nonchalant look made Su Jinghang even more certain that he had not made a mistake in choosing the right person.

If an ordinary girl saw her mother like this, she would definitely think that her mother was crazy, but she didn't. Instead, she expressed an insight that he had never thought of.

Nan Xing, who was following behind the two of them, felt extremely upset. It seemed that his young master had no chance, since he was both a prince and a city lord.

If we can take back the Lu family, there might be a glimmer of hope. If we fail, then there will really be nothing.

Poor young man, you better come back soon! If you don't come back, your future wife will be snatched away by someone else.

The sight of the two of them chatting and laughing really excited Nanxing.

Fortunately, this irritating situation did not last long, because Song Yunran had to go home tomorrow, so he thought of leaving early and buying some things to bring back for them.

After saying goodbye to Su Jinghang, he took Nanxing to the clothing store where he bought clothes last time.

The one who greeted Song Yunran was the same pale and thin woman from last time: "Miss Song, what would you like to buy?"

"I want four dresses, one for thirty, one for fifteen, and two for thirty, in the latest styles and made of the best fabrics."

Song Yunran took a look at the colorful skirts in the shop and her head felt dizzy. She asked the shopkeeper to help her choose while she looked at the jewelry on the counter.

Before I could choose any jewelry, the shopkeeper came out with five sets of skirts: "Miss Song, these five sets have just been delivered from the capital. Take a look and see if you like any of them."

One is a light blue long dress with wide sleeves, and the other is a long dress with a pink background and white flowers, with a white camellia embroidered on the chest.

Two sets of goose yellow gauze skirts, one of which had many small flowers embroidered with gold thread around the waist.

There was also a crescent-colored long dress, which was elegant and noble. Song Yunran felt that it was very suitable for Song. After all, Song now looked like a noble lady.