MTL - To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty-Chapter 165v2 Rescue Geng Tianwen's savage female partner (17)

In a blink of an eye, it was time to go down the mountain, and everyone was already skillfully preparing French fries and mashed potatoes. The recipe for the mashed potatoes was prepared by Song Lingshu herself, and other tasks were done by someone else, so she was happy and relaxed, and just arranged her makeup and hair in her room.

Yang Song didn't have any rouge, so Song Lingshu could only buy some when he was going down the mountain, and then he would touch up his makeup.

Yang Song had already changed into men's clothes, stood behind her and looked at her with her hair pulled back, her white neck was exposed, she took a few glances, then suddenly came up and poked it: "You have a mole here!"

Song Lingshu touched it, and said with a smile, "Isn't it strange? Don't you also have moles?"

"Where is it?" Yang Song asked blankly.

"Back."

"Hey, only you know."

"Well, there is also a very interesting birthmark."

"Really? Is it ugly?"

"Not ugly, very cute, just like you."

"fart!"

After Song Lingshu arranged her clothes and hairstyle, Yang Song stepped forward, eager to put on the hairpin for her, and said frankly, "I have really good eyesight!"

Song Lingshu laughed and said, "How did you choose this hairpin?"

When Yang Song's eyes drifted away, Song Lingshu felt something was wrong.

"Be honest." Song Lingshu asked forcefully.

Yang Song lowered his head: "It was snatched from someone else."

"What?!"

"But I paid for it!" Yang Song hurriedly explained, "Who told them to keep grabbing it, I figured it should be a good thing, so I grabbed it and paid for it!"

Suddenly a scream sounded from the quiet and peaceful village: "Help!!"

Everyone looked over curiously, and saw their boss break through the door and run away in embarrassment. Behind them was their Mr. Yazhai, chasing him out with a red-tasseled gun.

"Stop!" Song Lingshu shouted

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and help!" Yang Song called his brothers anxiously.

However, the brothers watched the excitement happily, and couldn't help showing their amazement at Mr. Yazhai's women's attire.

Even though it was the second time they saw her wearing women's clothing, they still couldn't take their eyes away. The person they usually contacted the most was Yang Song. Divided into men and women. At first glance, this gentle and delicate lady's dress is very attractive.

But... the little lady at this time was not gentle and weak at all, and she forced the boss to the wall of the chicken pen, and everyone laughed.

"Come down!" Song Lingshu pointed the red tasseled gun at her.

Yang Song: "I won't do it! If you let me do it, I will do it? Who are you!"

Song Lingshu took it twice, Yang Song avoided it perfectly, and twisted his **** proudly: "I can't hit you, you can't hit me."

Song Lingshu turned around and left. Yang Song hung out for a while, and seeing that she really left without looking back, he looked at his brothers blankly: "Why didn't she hit me anymore?"

Everyone: "..."

He laughed vigorously and said, "Then why don't you hurry up and chase after him!"

Yang Song jumped off the wall and was about to chase after him, but felt that there was something in his words, so he turned his head and kicked him a few times before running back into the house. Seeing Song Lingshu packing up, he immediately grabbed her arm and said nervously: " What are you doing? Are you angry and want to run away from home?"

"no."

"You still say no! What are you doing with so much clothing material?" Yang Song immediately hugged her, "I won't let you go!"

Song Lingshu was hugged so tightly by her that he was almost out of breath. He stretched out his hand to push her away, but the other party hugged her tighter and tighter, as if wanting to integrate her into his bone marrow.

"Don't go!" Yang Song said anxiously.

"Huh...huh?" Song Lingshu's neck suddenly dropped a drop of wet water, and she looked up at Yang Song in surprise, who had already started dropping golden beans.

"I'm sorry, I won't steal other people's things in the future, so don't leave! I don't want you to leave!" Yang Song roared weeping.

Song Lingshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, raised his hand to wipe her tears, and comforted her, "I'm just packing up—"

Yang Song cried louder with a wow.

"Go down the mountain to do business!" Song Lingshu said hastily, "Aren't we going down the mountain together? I'm not leaving home, I'm just packing my bags!"

Yang Song paused and looked at her with tears in his eyes: "Really? Aren't you going to run away from home?"

"Of course not, but, will you still grab people's things indiscriminately in the future?" Song Lingshu asked.

Yang Song thought for a while, then shook his head slowly: "No more."

"That's good. Be good from now on." Song Lingshu touched her head, raised her head and kissed her eyes, "Do you still want to cry?"

Yang Song continued to shake his head: "I want to kiss."

As soon as the words fell, she kissed her, and she could vaguely smell a faint fragrance from her body, always wanting to hug him tighter and kiss him longer.

"Boss, it's time to go out—ouch!" Fa Cai just ran to the door when he saw this scene, hurriedly covered his eyes, then showed a crack, covered the door for them, and ran to gossip with his brothers happily.

After breakfast, the group set off down the mountain. Since there was still plenty of time, Song Lingshu went down slowly, admiring the autumn scenery in the mountains along the way.

As soon as autumn comes, the mountains and forests are covered with a layer of light golden and orange red, which is really beautiful. The autumn wind blows, the temperature is just right, and it is extraordinarily comfortable. All the way down against the wind, talking and laughing.

Seeing small yellow chrysanthemums along the way, Song Lingshu stopped and picked a few on a whim, and crushed them on the stone with a wooden stick to make mud.

"What are you doing?" Yang Song squatted beside him and asked.

"Give your nails a color." Song Lingshu put the flower mud on the nail cap, squeezed out the juice, and soon it was dyed a light golden yellow.

Yang Song saw it strangely: "I want it too!"

"No, you are a knight today, and I will get it for you tomorrow." Song Lingshu said.

"Okay then." While waiting for her, Yang Song also went to pick a bunch of wild flowers nearby, moved his hands, coiled them into a garland, and threw them over from a long distance, just hanging on Song Lingshu's head.

Song Lingshu was startled, reached out to take it off, looked at it a few times, put it on her head again with a smile, turned her head, and saw her walking over with a small yellow flower in her mouth, and asked, "Does it look good?"

"Pretty!" Yang Song gave a thumbs up, "You are the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Song Lingshu laughed and said, "I'm asking about Huahuan."

Yang Song: "It's also beautiful! This is the most beautiful wreath in the world!"

Song Lingshu laughed loudly, got up and stretched out his hand: "Hurry up, they are probably tired of waiting in front."

"They dare." Yang Song took her hand and continued on his way, turning his head to look at her from time to time, and asked, "Zhang Miao, why can't I stop wanting to see you?"

Song Lingshu: "Because I'm pretty!"

Yang Song: "Oh."

Song Lingshu: "It's also because you like me!"

"Oh!" Yang Song nodded, "Sure enough!"

After arriving in the town, the group followed the previous plan, first went to the pharmacy to sell herbs, and then went to the restaurant to sell mashed potatoes and French fries. Song Lingshu split up with them and went to the tailor shop alone to discuss cooperation with the shopkeeper.

Seeing her dressed in women's clothing, the shopkeeper almost didn't recognize her, and looked her over several times. It wasn't until she took out the design drawings that he realized it and asked in surprise, "It's you? Why did you suddenly become a woman?" Did you change your outfit for business?"

"Yeah." Song Lingshu simply said through the steps, "Professionalism."

The shopkeeper couldn't help but look at her with admiration. He took her design and looked at it. He was a little surprised, but he couldn't help but worry: "I haven't seen this kind of clothes in the market. Is your dress too short?"

"I separated the top and bottom, no longer limited to skirts and long clothes, which not only saves fabrics, but also facilitates customers to travel and work."

"But this jacket is so short, how can a woman wear it out?"

"This length is already past the waist, isn't there still pants underneath?" Song Lingshu said, "I think many women are in charge here, and they should be more courageous to reform their clothes. The skirts on the market are more beautiful now. It’s beautiful, but it always restricts their actions, and it’s very inconvenient to go out. Wouldn’t it be more convenient if the clothes were divided into tops and trousers?”

The shopkeeper was a little moved, but there was no precedent, so he was very conflicted. The current clothes are all skirts, with several layers inside, so it is good to wear a layer of underwear underneath, but the pants cannot be shown, so everyone is used to covering the whole body with long tops or skirts.

But changing everyone's clothes is not something that can be done overnight, and the risk is very high. She doesn't want to be the first to change.

"I thought the styles you mentioned were just some new tricks." The shopkeeper politely refused, forcing out an apologetic smile.

"Success." Song Lingshu didn't bother too much, and knew from the beginning that this matter would not go so smoothly.

"You are looking for another store, maybe someone is brave enough to accept this change." The shopkeeper said.

"Then I will borrow your blessing."

Song Lingshu came out of the ready-made clothing store, and visited several commoner clothing stores one after another, but failed to attract a partner.

She took a look at the sky and went to the restaurant. The business of the restaurant was much better. Yang Song and the others had already sold out the mashed potatoes and French fries. After the previous month's foreshadowing and several sales, there was already a wave of mashed potatoes in the city. The craze, rich people are scrambling to buy a copy and try it out.

Today, the master came to buy it specially. In half a month, the imperial envoy will come down for inspection. The master intends to buy some mashed potatoes and French fries for the imperial envoy to taste, but he is late, so he can only wait for the next time.

When Song Lingshu arrived, Yang Song was negotiating with the master.

The master wants to rely on the authority to urge them to hurry up and make it out.

Yang Song didn't agree to anything, and seeing that Master was about to get angry, Song Lingshu stepped forward and said, "Don't be angry, Master, she didn't agree to you because mashed potatoes have an expiry date, and we all make and sell them now. Otherwise it will taste bad."

Only then did the master calm down his anger, turned his head and asked, "You are?"

"I'm the cook, so I made the mashed potatoes. In this way, we can personally deliver the mashed potatoes to the house on the day the imperial envoy arrives, so as to ensure that the taste is fresh and delicious."

"That's how it is, remember to send it up, I want twenty copies."

"Yes, it's just that every time we rush over, we have to delay a day, and we need these guys to come together, so we have to add some errand fees. Master, you are so generous, you should understand our difficulties, right?"

Having said all this, it is not easy for the master to dismiss it in front of so many people, not to mention that he urgently needs mashed potatoes to entertain the imperial envoy, so he nodded: "Okay, I will give you a couple of errand fees when the time comes."

"Thank you, we will deliver it on time."

After sending the master away, several people surrounded her, Yang Song said nervously: "Do we really want to go to the government in person?"

"That's right, just thinking about it makes my legs go weak, and I dare not send it over." Fa Cai whispered.

The others nodded one after another, their expressions full of fear, Song Lingshu smiled at them, and said, "We are doing serious business, don't worry, I will send it alone when the time comes."

Yang Song thought for a while, then whispered, "I'll accompany you."

Song Lingshu nodded with a smile, and held her hand: "Okay, let's eat first."

The meal was eaten in the restaurant. Song Lingshu ordered a table of dishes. The group of people stared at the delicious food and wine on it. They couldn't get enough of it. This was the first big meal they ate seriously. I couldn't bear to eat it, and felt sorry for the brothers in the village.

Song Lingshu saw their doubts and said with a smile: "Eat quickly, I asked Xiaoer to prepare a few more roast chicken, roast duck and roast suckling pig, and bring them to other brothers when I go back. These are rewards for you every time you go down the mountain." .”

As soon as everyone heard this, they began to eat lavishly.

Yang Song stretched out his hand to break off a chicken leg. Just as he opened his mouth to bite it, he was caught by Song Lingshu's gaze. She turned her head stiffly and looked at Song Lingshu.

Song Lingshu's gaze was firmly locked on her hand.

She immediately put the chicken leg into Song Lingshu's bowl, and excitedly went to break off the other leg, opened her mouth to bite it down again, but found that Song Lingshu was still staring at her hand, and she said blankly, "What are you looking at?" ?”

"Is this how you eat?" Song Lingshu asked, "Have you washed your hands?"

"..." Yang Song put down the drumsticks in embarrassment, pointed to the brothers and said, "I'll wash my hands first, save some for me!"

After Yang Song left, the others dared not move their meat. Song Lingshu glanced over, and everyone put down their meat one after another, and ran out to wash their hands in unison.

We met at the next table, a middle-aged woman patted Song Lingshu on the shoulder, and said in surprise: "Little girl, how did you make this group of people so obedient? Who are you? That handsome little man just now Is it your husband? Is he an ear-scratcher?"

Song Lingshu was dumbfounded by this series of questions, and said, "Whatever you want to ask, just say it."

"Then I'll just say it straight, girl, can you teach me the art of being a husband?" The woman sat directly next to her and muttered, "I always feel that my husband is a bit disobedient recently, and he secretly hid his private money." , maybe he wants to take a concubine outside!"

When Song Lingshu heard about the gossip, he was very energetic: "Oh, you have to tell me about this matter."

When Yang Song came back after washing his hands, he saw that his seat was occupied by a chubby woman. The two of them were still muttering together. He actually patted the back of Song Lingshu's hand excitedly, and never took it away again.

Yang Song: "?!?"

Oh! have! this! reason!

Song Lingshu was giving his wife a bad idea, when a shadow suddenly fell over his head, the two of them paused, then turned their heads slowly, and saw Yang Song's ferocious expression.

Song Lingshu and her stared at each other for a moment, and was about to speak, when suddenly Yang Song stepped in and squeezed in between them.

The woman had no choice but to move a little to the side, Yang Song followed, pushed her out of the bench, the woman smiled coyly, and said to Song Lingshu: "Since your husband is back, I won't bother you to eat, thank you just now What an idea, I invite you to this meal!"

"Wait." Yang Song turned to look at the woman, narrowing his eyes, "What did you just say?"

The woman repeated blankly: "This meal, I invite?"

"No, the previous sentence!"

"Thank u......"

"You start over from the first sentence!"

"Your husband is back?"

Yang Song's expression changed instantly, and he turned his head to look at Song Lingshu with a smile: "She said I am your husband!"

Song Lingshu: "..."

Song Lingshu persuaded the woman to go back to her table with a few words, then looked at Yang Song who was still acting stupid, and smiled: "Hurry up and eat."

Yang Song propped his head and didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, still thinking about that sentence.

Seeing her like this, Song Lingshu couldn't help leaning into her ear, and softly shouted: "You're back to your senses, Mr. Xiang."

Plop.

As soon as the brothers returned to the gate, they saw Yang Song fell off the bench and sat down on the ground. They came over in a daze and asked, "Boss, why did you still lose your stool?"

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