The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing quickly wiped Jing Long's hands and led him to the dining table, then saw Zhou Wen, Ding Shuzhen and Gu Huaiyuan all looking at her, each with their own thoughts.

Zhou Wen and Ding Shuzhen listened to what Jing Long had just said to them. At this moment, they were full of questions, all about her and Song Jingshen, but they didn't want to ask too directly in front of the children.

In addition, Wen Qing was usually calm and composed, never did anything out of line, and she helped Zhou Wen and her son leave the Song family, so they were not in a position to ask about her private life for the time being.

Gu Huaiyuan was different. He already knew about the shady relationship between Song Jingshen and Wen Qing, but he was just wondering why this relationship happened.

After hearing what Jing Long said just now, it seems that Song Jingshen has had that kind of feeling towards Wen Qing for a long time, and he used Jing Long to deepen the relationship step by step and developed the relationship to its current level.

He looked at Wen Qing quietly, and for the first time he felt that this girl was not only smart in academics, but also very capable of keeping secrets in her heart. She didn't look like a freshman under 20 years old at all.

"Grandma, are these all the specialties you brought?" Jing Long's attention was attracted by the dishes he had never seen on the table. He looked up and asked curiously, "What are these? Why haven't I seen them before?"

"These are all brought from North City. You Jiangcheng people don't usually eat them." Ding Shuzhen regained her composure, pointed at the plate with her chopsticks, and said with a smile, "This is blood sausage, this is egg sauce, and there is also chicken stewed with hazel mushrooms. Oh, and there is also shaqi ma made by grandma in the bag. I'll give it to you after dinner."

Jing Long was born in the south. Although there is a chef in his family, the whole family eats mostly light dishes because Mrs. Song loves Huaiyang cuisine. Even when traveling, Jing Long always eats in big hotels, where the dishes are more exquisite and high-end, and there will never be such simple home-cooked dishes on the table today.

Since leaving the Song family, Jing Long has gradually gotten used to eating the meals cooked by Wen Qing. Although Wen Qing's cooking is homely, she also tries to make it exquisite and varied, and the taste is as close to southern flavors as possible, for fear that Jing Long would not be able to get used to it and hinder his growth.

But after a while, she found that Jing Long was very used to her home cooking, especially the dishes with North City flavor, and he would eat them all up every time. Wen Qing was very pleased, and believed that tastes were also hereditary. Her aunt was a native of North City, and Jing Long also inherited her aunt's dietary preferences.

The dishes made by Ding Shuzhen today, both in terms of ingredients and cooking methods, were all authentic North City products, a hundred times more authentic than the North City dishes made by Wen Qing, so naturally they won Jing Long's favor. The little guy picked up the bowl of rice in front of him and ate it with the fragrant blood sausage and chicken.

Jing Long's eating manners were so good that Wen Qing wanted to laugh. She put aside her worries about Song Jingshen and focused on the meal made by her grandma.

Ever since she left North City, she hadn't eaten the meals cooked by her grandma. At this moment, the aroma of a table full of familiar food hit her face, as if she had met an old friend in a foreign land, and she couldn't help but want to cry.

She scooped up a spoonful of thick egg sauce, put it into the rice and mixed it well, then wrapped it with perilla leaves. She took a bite and her mouth was immediately filled with salty and fragrant taste, and she felt particularly satisfied.

She ate with big mouthfuls, laughing as she ate, as if she had returned to her childhood.

"Eat slowly. Isn't it easy to like egg sauce? I will make it for you every day in the future." Ding Shuzhen looked at Wen Qing distressedly, "You have been taking care of aunt and Jing Long these days. It's really hard. When I come, you should study hard and stop worrying about life."

She paused and continued, "The few days before I came here, the factory gave your father an additional pension. Together with my savings from odd jobs over the years, it should be able to support him for a while."

"mom!"

"Grandma."

Zhou Wen and Wen Qing spoke almost at the same time, looked at each other, and both had something to say.

Wen Qing lowered her head and let Zhou Wen speak first. Zhou Wen put down her chopsticks and choked up, "Mom, you are so old now, you should be under my care, why are you still spending money on me? I brought a lot of luxury bags, shoes and jewelry from the Song family. Qing'er took pictures of them and posted them online. I sold some of them these days and got some money. When I get better, I will go out and find a job, and I can still support myself and Jing Long."

"That's what you said, but you're not well yet! Even if you want to find a job, you have to wait until you're well again." Ding Shuzhen wiped her eyes and said, "You haven't worked for so many years. Now that you're old, is it easy to find a job? You've been in the Song family for so many years, how can you bear the hardship of working? You are my flesh and blood. No matter what time, I can't bear to watch you suffer!"

"It's not easy to find a good job, but a maid job is still possible. I took care of Old Lady Song in the Song family, so I have some experience." Zhou Wen smiled bitterly and said, "If it doesn't work out, I can still start a small business or something. I can't just stay at home with Jing Long and rely on my parents for support."

"Why are you being so formal with me?" Ding Shuzhen stared at Zhou Wen. "My money is your money, isn't it? When Qing'er graduates, she can also make money. Will she need you to spend it?"

"Mom, I can't always rely on you to support me..." Zhou Wen was interrupted by Ding Shuzhen before she could finish her words.

"When you were a child, I asked someone to tell your fortune," Ding Shuzhen said. "Your horoscope is weak, and you have a romantic relationship. You were born to be supported by others. If you go out to work, you will probably be bullied. It's unlucky."

Zhou Wen smiled helplessly and was about to say something when she found that Ding Shuzhen had shifted her gaze to Wen Qing.

"Qing'er, what did you want to say just now?" Ding Shuzhen asked.

Wen Qing looked at her grandmother, then at her aunt. All the words in her heart turned into smoke in her stomach and disappeared without a trace before she could say them out loud.

When my aunt ran away with Song Weiming, it was my mother who accompanied my grandmother through the most painful time.

After mom and dad passed away, grandma and Wen Qing's only source of income was the pension from Wen Qing's dad, and her aunt never even came back to visit them.

But now that my aunt is in trouble, grandma only has eyes for her. Even Wen Qing, who has not yet graduated, is counted by her as a source of income to support my aunt.

Blood is thicker than water, nothing more than that.

However, if it were Wen Qing's mother, I wonder if grandma would also be so wholehearted in supporting her.

Seeing grandma looking over here, Wen Qing gathered her thoughts and smiled faintly: "Nothing, I just don't want grandma to work too hard."

"It's not hard for me." Ding Shuzhen smiled and added food to Jing Long's bowl. "I'm willing to do anything to accompany your aunt and Jing Long and see that you are all doing well."