Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

It is impossible to set up two barbecue grills. After all, Song Pingqing is the only one who can cook among the group of people. It doesn't make sense to let the birthday person serve the team on his birthday.

Murong Xue and Gu Zongnan interrupted Wu Qiming's joke at the same time.

Murong Xue: "Have you paid for your meal ticket?"

Gu Zongnian: "You look like a barbecue grill to me."

Wu Qiming immediately became honest and laughed twice: "I was just joking, hehe, hehe."

He backed away as he spoke. If Shen Ci hadn't been quick to pull him up, this guy would have almost fallen into the lake.

"It's too troublesome to handle such a big fish, let's leave it to the chef." Song Pingqing looked at the big silver carp jumping around in the second berber.

Shen Ci immediately called the servant to come and get the fish.

"How do we eat it?" Wu Qiming is really an avid food lover.

When Gu Zongnan saw him coming closer, he rolled his eyes at him in annoyance: Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating!

Song Pingqing looked at Murong Xue, as if asking for her opinion: "How about making one fish in five ways?"

After all, the fish is so big. If it were all made with the same flavor, everyone would probably get tired of it after a few bites.

"One fish, five ways to eat it?"

Thanks to the nutritionist's planning, Murongxue's daily dishes, except for the iron pot stew that Song Pingqing strongly added, have always been small, exquisite, refreshing and light stir-fried dishes.

When the idea of ​​"five ways to cook one fish" was mentioned, Murong Xue hadn't reacted yet, but Wu Qiming's eyes lit up beside her.

"Brother, brother, do you have fried fish fillets?!"

Gu Zongnian finally seized the opportunity to stab him: "Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating!"

"You can ask the chef to make you a fish fillet, but you can only eat one piece."

However, Song Pingqing felt that loving to eat was a child's nature, and when he saw Wu Qiming ordering food, he was quite tolerant.

However, Wu Qiming is going to be a big star in the future. Due to the restrictions of his profession and his history of overeating as a child, his diet needs to be strictly managed and he cannot indulge himself.

Song Pingqing turned his gaze back to Murong Xue and suggested to her, "You can ask them to make fish head pancakes and fish ball soup. You will like these two dishes."

Murong Xue likes salty and fresh food stewed in sauce. Fish head with pancake is a Beijing cuisine, which should be in line with the taste of the young lady.

Murong Xue nodded modestly: "Okay, then let them do as you say."

Wen Zhuo was so moved by this scene that he could only sigh in his heart.

Wen Zhuo looked at Song Pingqing, then at Wu Qiming, and sighed in his heart: Haha, this is why Song Pingqing was promoted so quickly.

One is a considerate person who did not forget to consider Murong Xue's perspective and ordered food for her on her birthday, while the other is a foodie who only cared about ordering food for himself.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qiming also has his own strengths.

The former fat boy, now a handsome young man of 180cm height, successfully ordered his favorite fish fillet, and immediately took out two USB flash drives from his pocket and handed them to Song Pingqing and Murong Xue respectively.

"What is this?" Murong Xue didn't react, but Song Pingqing understood when she thought of the work progress of Duoyi that Zhao Lei had recently reported to her.

"Didn't you give me a movie script for Dream Guardians before? This is the shooting plan, which has been finalized." Wu Qiming hurriedly explained for fear of misunderstanding.

"Because this is not a birthday present, it just happened to coincide with the timing, so I didn't put it together with the other gifts."

Wen Zhuo: You are such a foodie, and you actually have the ability to do great things quietly.

Gu Zongnan, as the worst one, tried to turn eating cake into a cream battle, but it was a pity that Song Pingqing’s morning training with Wu Lide was very effective, and he was thrown over his shoulder on the spot.

And sent a warning: "Don't waste food."

Gu Zongnan was lying on the ground, his expression showing that he was doubting his life.

"Why are you still so strong even though you've reduced your training?"

Student Gu thought he could win the cream war, but before the cream war horn could even be blown, the initiator was knocked to the ground.

Song Pingqing smiled but said nothing.

Wu Lide, who was guarding behind Song Pingqing, also subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

Wu Lide: The boss I follow is indeed the best!

Amidst all the laughter, Murong Xue was the only one holding the first piece of cake cut by the birthday boy, enjoying the happiness brought by the dessert.

The eldest lady finally managed to escape today's height-increasing training.

We played at the manor until four in the afternoon, and then everyone went home.

It was almost six o'clock when we arrived at the Song family's house, and it was quite lively.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, most companies have already closed for holiday. Song Dashan and Xu Jinmei are resting at home. The couple is sitting on the sofa, holding little Xiuxiu and playing with her.

Although the restaurant run by Old Mrs. Song does not close during the Chinese New Year, the old couple does not need to visit it often. At this time, they are busy in the kitchen, preparing a birthday dinner for Song Pingqing.

Now, Mrs. Song’s restaurant has completely become a chain store. With the help of Zhao Lei, she also hired a senior manager with rich catering experience from a headhunter.

Except for Xiuxiu, who is one year and four and a half months old, every generation of the Song family has its own business.

"You're back!" Xu Jinmei saw Song Pingqing coming in and immediately pushed Xiuxiu into Song Dashan's arms, "Come and let mom hug you."

"How old is she? You still hold her in your arms." Song Dashan's words sounded sour.

Song Pingqing glanced towards the living room and clearly saw disgust on Song Qixiu's expression.

The little guy seemed to be saying: I, a baby, am not jealous, but you, a father, am jealous.

No one could refuse such a harmonious family atmosphere. Song Pingqing opened his arms and hugged Xu Jinmei, then quickly went upstairs to change his clothes, and came down to snatch Xiuxiu from Song Dashan's arms.

Xiuxiu: When I can run again, the first hug that sister gets when she comes home must be from me!

Song Pingqing's income this year is very, very high.

It was so high that Song Pingqing felt numb when he saw the string of numbers.

After coming to this world, she seemed to have become the main character in the game, and money really became a string of numbers to her.

Song Pingqing held Xiuxiu in his arms, looking at the long string of numbers on the balance, hundreds of thousands, millions, trillions, billions...

Oh. How horrible.

When the income was 70 million last year, Song Pingqing was thinking about when the income could exceed 100 million. As a result, this year he simply multiplied the income from last year by nine.

Six hundred and three hundred million, what a scary number.

However, 500 million of them were allocated from the Wanmu Group and did not belong to Song Pingqing's own company's output.

Looking at this number, Song Pingqing fell into deep thought: If I use the money allocated to me by the Wanmu Group to repay the 1 billion yuan that the eldest lady lent me, would it be a bit too much?

This is even more outrageous than borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha. This is borrowing flowers from Buddha to offer to Buddha.

After listening to Song Pingqing's complaints, Murong Xue didn't care at all: "Then you can return me the 300 million first."

"Ah?" Song Pingqing didn't react. How could there be zeros and whole numbers?

"Why don't you just pay it back with the money you earn yourself?"

That makes sense.

She used the money she earned to repay Murong Xue, and then spent the money given by the Murong family on living.

What a perfect closed loop!