"Bang Dang"

Inside the house, the two sides of the closed door were knocked open by brute force, Zu Yuan rushed in excitedly, and the next moment, his body stiffened, and one foot hovered in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the stiff little head probed left and right, and Zu Yuan, who had no result of exploration, breathed a sigh of relief, put down his bare feet gently, and slowly retreated, and the door of the house was lightly closed.

"Mother, I'm back" Before the door was fully opened, a childish voice shouted.

This time, Zu Yuan's action of pushing open the door is much more elegant (complaining, I'm not obsessive-compulsive).

Inside the house, in addition to the main door, there are two doors on the left and right sides, there are few interior parts and the furnishings are old, but they are clean and tidy, at this time, Zu Yuan is sitting at the square table in the middle of the house, the sound has passed for a long time, there is still no response in the house, and Zu Yuan is not impatient.

After a long time, the door on the left side of the room was strangely opened, and immediately, a middle-aged woman dressed plainly, with an apron tied around her waist, but her temperament was revealed.

At first glance, you will be attracted by this woman's elegant temperament, but later, you will find that this woman as a whole gives people an illusory performance, which can not only be seen in the woman, but even the space around the woman will fluctuate with the pace.

The middle-aged woman smiled at Zu Yuan, and in an instant, a warm breath emanated from the middle-aged woman, wrapping Zu Yuan in a strong sense of happiness.

"Mother"

Zu Yuan ran towards the middle-aged woman, but the next moment Zu Yuan came to the door, the middle-aged woman retreated into the inner room.

Zu Yuan stood in front of the door, his watery eyes puzzled, and he took a cautious step, walked towards the inner room, and slowly poked his head in.

In the quaint inner room, Zu Yuan's puzzled expression gradually changed, and he was already in excitement when he saw the bright light coming out of his wide eyes.

At this time, the middle-aged woman stood in the small inner room, her arms slightly spread, and the wisps of mist continued to emerge between her hands, and slowly rose upward, and then looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her, and the sorted ingredients were neatly arranged.

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman's closed eyes opened, and in her pure eyes, the golden Cangjin ancient text was gradually outlined, and at the moment of completion, the golden Cangjin ancient text actually expanded outward with the middle-aged woman's eyes as the origin, forming an ancient text space, enveloping the whole body (2 square meters) of the land.

But in Zu Yuan's eyes, except for the vigorous ancient texts surrounding the middle-aged woman, everything is normal and visible.

I saw that after the middle-aged woman opened her eyes for a long time, the body finally changed, and the drifting light mist surrounded the middle-aged woman in front of her, and the middle-aged woman looked at the ingredients in front of her at this time, and then quickly took a part of each ingredient, and selected the color to match, bringing the color aesthetics to the extreme.

All this is completely controlled by the nimble hands of the middle-aged woman, and that feeling is like an art (the middle-aged woman flicked her skirt, raised one foot, stepped on the table, stepped on the sky, and yelled excitedly: Author, don't spoil art here, art, art, you know a fart!!). And at this moment, the faint mist drifting under the ingredients ignited a cluster of flames, and with the fingertips beating, the ingredients were stir-fried in the flames, but the middle-aged woman quickly reached out to grab it in the mist from time to time, and splashed it into the ingredients, and between the splashes, a thick smoke floated out and blended into the mist outside the control of the middle-aged woman's hands.

At this time, Zu Yuan's eyes did not blink, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth flowed all the way down, so stupid and cute.

Outside the courtyard, the lonely figure of the middle-aged uncle stood, his deep eyes were filled with crystal tears, and that melancholy temperament had been replaced by a deep affection, and it was moving.

After a long time, the middle-aged uncle slowly looked at the sky, and in less than a moment, that affectionate look underwent another transformation, with a bright smile on his face, he took one step and disappeared in place.

Inside the house, the middle-aged woman moved like flowing water, and when she stopped, there were already three more dishes in front of her.

Zu Yuan looked at everything in a daze, and suddenly, a strong fist was on Zu Yuan's head, and it kept twisting.

"Pain Pain Pain"

Zu Yuan touched his head with both hands and said in a low voice.

"Stinky boy, do you see the change?

Zu Yuan looked at the smiling face close at hand above and lowered his head embarrassedly.

After that, Zu Yuan covered his head and walked away silently, ready at the square table.

In Zu Yuan's memory, middle-aged women never spoke, nor made a sound, leaving the deepest impression on Zu Yuan, and they were all wonderful fragments, and there was a question in Zu Yuan's heart, that is, why the middle-aged uncle always understood the meaning of middle-aged women and conveyed them to himself, but Zu Yuan himself could not understand the meaning of middle-aged women.

After a while, the middle-aged uncle walked slowly, but when he saw it, the middle-aged uncle had a plate of vegetables on his head, and he also held a plate of vegetables between his hands, which was like juggling, which was very interesting.

Zu Yuan looked at the trembling figure of the middle-aged uncle, and couldn't help but worry about the middle-aged uncle's skills in his heart.

The middle-aged woman behind the middle-aged uncle came over with a smile and sat down at the square table, giving people the feeling of cutting off communication with foreign objects.

A family of three sat around the square table, first, the middle-aged uncle picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, and then, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his face was full of wrinkles because of sadness.

At this time, Zu Yuan also started eating, only to see Zu Yuan facing the wind and clouds at the dinner table, and the middle-aged uncle who stopped on the side looked at Zu Yuan's eating appearance, and seemed to have suddenly regained confidence on his face, and ate with Zu Yuan.

The middle-aged woman looked at the two of them with a smile like a stone statue.

After dinner, Zu Yuan sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the countless stars in the sky, with a smile on his face.

Although, the middle-aged woman never speaks, and never interacts with Zu Yuan, and at the same time, there are some strange behaviors, but these are not important, as long as the middle-aged woman is by Zu Yuan's side, Zu Yuan will feel satisfied, besides, the middle-aged uncle knows the middle-aged woman very well, and will convey the meaning that Zu Yuan does not understand to Zu Yuan, for example, the middle-aged uncle does not allow Zu Yuan to recklessly break into the house, to be elegant, and tell the middle-aged woman that he is coming.

Every time Zu Yuan thought of this, he would feel very strange, but he would also abide by it. Zu Yuan was full of happy smiles, and he saw that his fingers moved and counted the stars in the sky.

Under the moonlight, in the window behind Zu Yuan, the dancing figure of a middle-aged woman was reflected, and above the wooden house, the middle-aged uncle was lying on the roof in a chic manner, also looking at the sky.

I didn't make any effort to grow up in Yuan'er, and I am not a good mother - Yuan's mother