Song Lingzhao returned to the prime minister's mansion with a large bag of candied fruit and entered Chunhui Hall. Song Ci was indeed very happy. The sweet taste was so fragrant.

"It turns out that Zhao'er is still my heart and knows that my grandmother is good at this." Song Ci happily asked the little girl to pick up the plate and put them out to taste each.

Madam Gong said angrily: "The second young master is a good one. We are all bad, and even stuttering will stop you."

Song Ci nodded: "It turns out that you also have self-knowledge, which is really rare."

Everyone laughed.

Madam Gong also laughed, and there was a hint of helplessness and doting in her smile.

Song Lingzhao also smiled and said, "Grandma, Madam Gong and the others are afraid that you will not be able to eat too much, and you will not be able to eat the real meal."

Song Ci grinned, "I know myself too, so I know it naturally, so I'm just teasing them."

Song Lingzhao smiled honestly, sat aside, took a small silver fork, handed it over with a candied green plum, and said, "When my grandson was in the shop, I saw someone buying it, saying that this sour and sweet is the most appetizing, please try it."

Song Ci opened her mouth directly and bit the green plum. The sweet and sour fruity aroma suddenly filled her mouth, and she bent her eyes and nodded.

After vomiting the kernel, I tasted another piece of dried fruit, a piece of honey-stained tangerine peel. Madam Gong said she would not let her eat anything, even if Song Ci said she was bad, she wouldn't do it.

These candied fruits are mostly made of sugar. If you eat too much, you will not be able to eat them.

Song Ci was a little regretful and could only say, "Leave all the things you haven't tasted yet. You can share some of the rest, and then take them to each house and hospital for the children to share. This is Zhao'er's filial piety to me, so he should share the same sweetness."

"yes."

Song Ci then asked Song Lingzhao with a smile again, and he was so nervous when he saw what the emperor said.

Song Lingzhao answered one by one, and said that Emperor Chu asked him to attend the banquet at the New Year's Eve palace banquet.

He is a young player of the sixth grade and can still have this holy metaphor, which is also considered an honor.

Song Ci asked about his affairs in the northwest again, and his grandparents and grandchildren talked a little, and Song Lingzhao accidentally heard several war stories from Song Ci, which was like a revelation.

"Mom, I'll invite the chef from Yuejianglou to come, let's have a copper pot." Song Zhiyu walked in yellingly, followed by Niu Bohong and Dan Ge'er.

Brother Dan stepped forward and sniffed: "Did grandma eat candied fruit?"

"Nothing can be hidden from your nose." Song Ci poked his nose.

Dan Ge'er said to Madam Gong: "Cannabis is sweet and greasy, so don't eat too much. Put a cup of big red robe and let my grandmother relieve greasy so that the sugar can stick to the throat and easily produce phlegm."

Song Ci hurriedly said: "No, my grandmother only ate a little."

"I have to explain that if you don't drink it, then I'll prescribe you a medicinal tea?"

"Then there is no need to serve black tea." Song Ci immediately shut up.

Madam Gong laughed secretly. It was really a matter of defeating the other, but the Sixth Master had a way to cure the old lady.

Song Zhiyu smiled and said, "The tea comes up, and the table is also set up. Today I will eat copper pot with my mother. I also invited the chef who is known as the thin cicada wings. I also brought back the three-month-old black pearl sheep. Their unique sesame sauce has been prepared. Let's eat mutton today."

Song Ci's saliva was secreted immediately. It was cold in winter, and everyone surrounded the warm copper pot, and chopsticks were filled with fresh and tender mutton slices dipped in sesame paste. The fresh one was sucked.
Chapter completed!