The sky had just turned white, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning seemed to have no intention of appearing. However, Song Beichuan had already woken up at this time, but he still wanted to be lazy in bed. Generally speaking, he was not a person who knew how to relax his body and mind through relaxation.

What's more, one thing has two extremes. The further you go, the more you miss the other extreme. At this time, Song Beichuan misses the bed where he is lying.

He never thought that a bed would be so comfortable. He said it was a bit more vivid, just like being gently hugged by a group of women, and the word "comfort" was heard all over his body. When he recalled the bed at home, he bought a mattress when he married Feng Xiuqing. He still used it now, and he didn't think anything was there. What's more, he often led troops to fight. You know, on the battlefield, let alone beds, it would be better to have time to sleep. The best time to make up for sleep may be in the driving car.

There are even some officers whose nerves have become weak to a certain extent. If they don’t sleep in the driving car, they will not be able to sleep well. Even if they ask for a vacation, they will not agree at all. Perhaps they feel that as long as they leave their posts, they will never come back. In this era, they really don’t want to earn more military ranks for themselves.

Song Beichuan was lying on this bed for thirty minutes before he gradually stretched his waist, got up from the bed, walked slowly out of the bedroom, and walked downstairs to the downstairs. He saw that Li Xiaodong had woken up and was practicing boxing in the courtyard. His speed was extremely fast, almost a few punches in a second. Although he was hitting the air, he could feel the resistance the air exerted on him.

It is even hard to imagine that such a giant would have such a flexible skill.

Song Beichuan walked around the hall. The whole lamb roasted yesterday had no trace of it now. Not only did the floor return to normal, but the aroma of the lamb in the air disappeared. All you could smell was a little bit like jasmine and a little like osmanthus.

While he was thinking, a voice sounded from behind: "It's not a flowery smell, it's just a synthetic perfume. The master doesn't understand these things, nor does he care about these things. He only cares about the need to give him face in the room."

After hearing what he said, Song Beichuan slowly turned around and found that the person who was speaking was the old housekeeper from yesterday. So he smiled and said, "Are you not afraid that I will tell your master if you say such things?"

"How could a lord of a country do something that pleases others by whistling, let alone what I heard from the book that the wise king of the world doesn't mind the truth. If I tell you the truth, how could you mind?"

Song Beichuan smiled slightly and said to himself: "This old guy can speak, but it's not clear why a person with such a high emotional intelligence can only be a housekeeper? Just based on what he said just now, he is definitely a sensible person and can do anything."

"Well said, I haven't asked the old man for his name yet." Song Beichuan is a person without airs. Although he is now the president of Huaqing, he is still polite when facing this old housekeeper, not because he thinks he is not half of the people, but because he is just morally respectful.

He saw him chuckling slowly, "My surname is Zhang and my name is Zongbing."

"Why do you just lean into a small butler when you listen to the old man's conversation?

Zhang Zongbing smiled slightly, turned around and left, without a clear answer to Song Beichuan. He could only walk three or four meters away, and then said, "I have some food in the morning. If I am hungry, come and eat."

The more he did this, the more curious Song Beichuan became, so he took two steps and followed him, walking one after another. After about three or two minutes, he arrived at the kitchen of the house.

After a few glances, the kitchen here was decorated better than Song Beichuan's living room. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking: "I don't use such a good place myself. Kong Fansheng could not make a dish, a place that he never stepped into. Why should he decorate so well? This is the place that Song Beichuan doesn't understand the most."

However, there is one thing that Song Beichuan knew very well that sooner or later, no powerful people would live in this house. Perhaps they might live in a businessman, but they were definitely purchased through the money they gathered together. One day they would auction this place. Before that, they would turn it into a tourist place and collect a considerable amount of money.

Then he walked into the kitchen, where various foods were placed, including soy milk, tofu brain, fried dough sticks, fried bacon, sandwiches, and whole wheat bread. It was hard to imagine that there were so many breakfasts alone. Looking at the dazzling array of food, Song Beichuan couldn't help swallowing.

There are only two words in my mind.

luxury.

Of course he would not resist these things. After all, there is no way to make Kong Fansheng surrender or kill him directly, so why bother to hate his extravagance and waste?

And you should know that the current Confucius Fansheng is very important to Song Beichuan, and through the incident of refusal, it is almost impossible to let him retreat to the second line. So, think about how to deal with those zombies as soon as possible when the matter is in front of you.

Speaking of which, I still have to think about how to deal with my hungry appetite now. There is nothing more exciting than a hearty breakfast.

Song Beichuan served himself a bowl of tofu brain, and only had a few slices of fried bacon. The so-called bacon is smoked pork slices. After frying, the fragrance will be released in a geometric way, but it will be a little more greasy.

However, for people like Song Beichuan, they especially like to eat greasy things in the morning, which makes the body full of strength. Once again, Feng Xiuqing stewed two big pig's hooves for him, and just used a bowl of dumpling soup with two big pig's hooves. In the eyes of others, they would feel that it was too greasy, but for Song Beichuan, it was the best start of the day.

Song Beichuan held up the tofu brain with both hands and took a sip of the soup. The tofu brain can be divided into north and south, fresh and salty in the north and sweet in the south. Before the disaster, the length of this issue triggered a series of war of words. However, Song Beichuan didn't care about these at all. As long as he could eat the tofu flowers as delicate as frozen, it didn't matter to him whether it was salty or sweet.

Then he used a spoon to dig out a piece of white tofu flower and sent it into his mouth. The moment he entered his mouth, the tofu flower seemed to melt.

Song Beichuan couldn't help but exclaim: "It's delicious."

One stroke makes thousands of books, leaving chivalrous in the world.

I was very sad to hear the news of Senior Jin’s death. After all, I am your little book fan. Senior Jin is here, and I have a good journey.
Chapter completed!