The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

Song Yunran felt that the other party was about to cry, so she held back her smile: "Okay, we won't laugh at you, but you can't catch up anymore."

As he said this, he pulled Du Run forward, thinking that after the celebration, they could rest in the inn early.

"Where are you going? Take me with you!"

"There is no place in Ming'an City that I don't know. I can lead you there."

"I also know a lot of fun places where I can invite you to go."

"I can also take you to the restaurant I opened for dinner. You don't have to spend money. It's my treat."

......

Yuan Lang made up his mind to follow the few people, and kept chasing behind them, talking a lot.

A few people just ignored him, chatting and laughing among themselves, and completely ignored him.

Song Yunran thought that he would go away, but she underestimated how thick-skinned he was.

Instead of leaving, Yuan Lang kept talking and could answer any question they talked about.

Song Yunran was still enduring it, but Ye Chen couldn't bear it anymore.

He reached out and pulled Yuan Lang: "We want to go home for dinner, go home quickly and don't follow us anymore."

Yuan Lang was also unwilling to admit defeat. Seeing Ye Chen pushed him, he reached out and pushed him again.

"Who are they to you? Why do they want to come back to your house for dinner?"

"none of your business!"

"How come it has nothing to do with me? She and I have a competition together tomorrow! We are friends who participated in the same competition."

"Friend? I've never met anyone as shameless as you!"

......

The two of us kept talking to each other, and then you pushed me and I pushed you back.

To Song Yunran, the two men looked like fighting cocks, arguing in the street until their faces turned red and their necks became thick, causing pain in their ears.

"Okay! Shut up!" Then he quickly stepped forward and pulled the two apart.

Song Yunran was really afraid that the two would fight, so she pulled Yuan Lang a few steps away and said firmly: "Yuan Lang, I have already made an appointment. You go home first, and we will see you at the competition tomorrow."

Yuan Lang also knew that Song Yunran had reached the limit of her tolerance, and if he didn't obey, she would definitely not be nice to him.

Even though he was unwilling in his heart, he still nodded. But he was also unwilling to leave. He just looked at the backs of several people talking and laughing, and the disappointment in his eyes was obvious.

On the way home, I felt completely disgusted and kept blaming myself for giving her a bad impression when we first met today.

But he didn't mean it. After all, he had been handsome and charming since he was a child, and everyone loved him.

At that time, the three of them were staring at him intently. In order to prevent them from falling out because of him, he simply rejected them.

I clearly have good intentions, but why don’t they appreciate it?

"Is Langge back?"

As Yuan Lang walked to the door of his house, a woman dressed in extremely bright clothes came out hurriedly and pulled him to look at her from head to toe several times.

Mrs. Yuan was instantly relieved when she found that her beloved baby was still intact.

Her son was not interested in anything but cooking, and she was worried every time he came back to the restaurant.

Because she knew her son's cooking skills, she was really afraid that there would be guests that day and she would beat him up for his bad cooking.

She was even more worried because she was going to participate in the cooking competition today.

Although this competition was funded by her family, it was inevitable that some people would not buy into it. If someone really hurt her beloved one, she would not live.

Yuan Lang was feeling uncomfortable at the moment. He nodded and walked straight to his room without caring about his mother.

"Hey......"

Mrs. Yuan felt uncomfortable when she saw her unhappy son.

But it was only when he was in the game that he suffered setbacks.

Turning to look at the maid beside her, she said, "Go make some dishes that the young master likes and send them over."

Seeing the maid running to the kitchen, she shouted again, "Send some bird's nest over as well."

Yuan Lang returned to his room and lay on the bed, his mind full of Song Yunran playing on the court.

As I thought about it, my heartbeat actually quickened, especially when I thought of her smug smile, I could hardly control the corners of my mouth.

If Mrs. Yuan were here, seeing Yuan Lang's current expression, she would definitely not think that he was depressed because of frustration with his cooking skills.

At this time, Song Yunran was in Ye Chen's kitchen, cutting vegetables and making soup.

Because when Mr. Ye signed the contract with her just now, the profit was changed to 50-50.

She was so happy that she ran to the kitchen on the spot, planning to cook a meal to repay them.

Fifty-fifty! It's 10% more than I originally thought!

You have to know that she only had a few pieces of paper and nothing else, but she actually got 50% of the income.

Song Yunran was so happy that she made ten dishes, a soup and a dessert.

After this meal, Mr. Ye didn't want Song Yunran to stay in the inn anymore.

I was thinking that if she could live in my house, I would be able to eat her cooking often in the future.

It really makes me happy just thinking about it!

After dinner, Song Yunran and the other two went back to the inn on the pretext of having a competition the next day.

Of course, this excuse was just an excuse. At this time, the three of them were wandering in the street.

"Yun Ran, do you have a fancy shop?"

Du Run saw that she had been here for so many days, but she never mentioned the shop.

"Let's talk about this after the competition!"

In fact, she really liked it, and it was already available, but she didn't know whether the other party was willing to buy it for her.

And the waiter also said that his boss would also participate in the competition, but so far she has not guessed who that person is.

"Hey!" Du Run suddenly pointed at a person in front of him: "Isn't that Wang Xuanmo?"

When Song Yunran heard the name, she perked up and looked in the direction she pointed.

Unfortunately, there were too many people on the street, and it was so crowded that Song Yunran couldn’t see anything at all.

Song Yunran let go of Du Run's hand and quickly chased after him.

Seeing this, Nanxing also pulled Du Run and ran up quickly.

"Is it him?" Du Run asked Song Yunran who was still looking around.

Song Yunran shook her head somewhat disappointedly: "I didn't see it, I don't know."

"Maybe I saw it wrongly. How could he, a person from the capital, come here? And if he came, he would definitely come to see us."

After Du Run said this, Song Yunran didn't feel so bad anymore.

Because she herself thought so too. If he came here, he would definitely come to find her.

In fact, he hasn't written to himself for three months. I don't know if he is too busy or has forgotten.