At noon, Su Qiao called several colleagues from the post office and said she wanted to treat her, but when she arrived at Chengguan, not only did she lose her seat, but she was said to have to queue up.

On the day the Song family held a banquet, many neighbors nearby had eaten Song family dishes, so today the Cheng Little House opened and they all came to support them. From 11 o'clock to 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the table was turned over three times before the guests were greeted.

Wanning was so tired that her arms were sore, and she waved the spatula that had been waving for three hours.

The people from the Song family had not eaten yet, but Wanning was really tired, so she asked Aunt Lu to cook and she went back to the yard.

With a smoke on his face, he quickly put a small pot of spiritual spring to wash his face, and Song Chengyi also came upstairs.

He saw the busyness this morning, but he really didn't expect that the business would be so good and that Ningning would be so tired.

Wanning wiped her face with a towel, saw him come in and asked, "Why are you back? Haven't you eaten yet?"

Song Chengyi did not answer, but said, "Ling Ning, I didn't expect to be so tired when opening a restaurant."

Wan Ning took a deep breath, okay, she was obviously tired, and she had to comfort the man when she turned around. She stepped forward and held his arm: "Just cook, where are you tired? And it's open today. The neighbors give your family face and support, so that they can have such a good business. It will be better in a few days. Who will go to restaurants every day? Besides, isn't the business good? Look, we have eight tables, and we have turned them through three times at noon, which is 24 tables, and if one table is five, it's 120 yuan. In addition, we have at least 200 yuan at night?"

Wanning spoke happily, and Battalion Commander Song was unhappy. His monthly allowance was only 50.60 yuan, and his wife only had 200 yuan a day. Isn’t this a waste of money?

Wan Ning knew what he was thinking when he saw his expression, and continued to comfort him: "But think so, you see that there are so many people in our store today to help. Apart from labor wages, there are still costs, and there is not much balance, right? Haha."

Song Chengyi was helpless. Cheng’s small restaurant had already opened. It was impossible to stop doing it if he said he wouldn’t do it. He hugged Wan Ning in his arms: “It’s just a year of hard work. I’ll go to the army with me next year, so I won’t be able to work so hard.”

Wanning giggled and said, "Are you going to raise me for nothing? But I have been kept in captivity by you for almost half a year. What should I do if I don't want to be a rice worm at home?"

"Mi Zombie?"

"Well, don't do anything, you just lie in the rice jar every day to eat rice."

Song Chengyi pinched her little nose: "Who wants you to be a rice insect? When you go to the army in the future, you have to wash and cook for me, and then have to give birth to me."

Giving birth? What a distant question. She didn't dare to think about it in her previous life, but now, Song Chengyi told her that there will be a child like him or her in the future, which will be the crystallization of their love. Wan Ning's heart is both sweet and shy.

He buried his face in his arms and took deep breaths: "Who wants to give birth to you?"

A coquettish nonsense, Song Chengyi answered seriously: "Of course it's you, can I have a child? There are not enough accessories."

Wanning continued to lean into his arms without saying anything. She was still a little worried. She didn't know if she had brought enough accessories for the rest of her life.
Chapter completed!