"Mother-mother——!" The anxious call seemed to come from a far away, and Song Xiaotian's floating consciousness gradually returned to its place, and her head ached dullly.

"Ah——!h She screamed hoarsely, and Huo Ran opened her eyes, raised her head and breathed in a big gulp.

It's like a new life.

But everything that caught her eye made her breath stagnate.

In front of me was a roof covered with withered yellow straw, and a few rays of heavenly light peeked out from the cracks in the withered grass, and the gaze moved down to see the rough yellow mud wall.

The sight below was all occupied by a little head with a muddy face, and several tear stains were washed out of the face, and tears kept pouring out of the big eyes, and when she saw Song Xiaotian wake up, she retreated from her side in cringe.

Song Xiaotian subconsciously stood up slowly with the earthen platform she was holding with her hand.

The eye expands from one corner of the room to the whole house, and there is no trace of modern civilization in the mud walls and green tiles and wooden furniture.

"What's going on?" Song Xiaotian's mouth opened wide.

She remembers that she had been busy thickening in the kitchen, preparing to pour the sauce over the fried golden fish.

Next...... It was as if someone was screaming, "Run—the gas has exploded!" ”

Then there was a loud bang, and before she lost consciousness, she saw a sky full of flames.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in this dilapidated mud room.

"Who are you?" She asked, looking at the child.

The child's dirty fingers stirred together, gave her an uneasy look, and then turned and ran to the next room.

"Hey......" Song Xiaotian chased two steps, her eyes were dark, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to hold the object next to her.

Starting with the rough feel of mud, Song Xiaotian found that what she was holding on to was actually an earthen stove!

There was a cauldron on the stove, and a hint of heat was coming out of the pot.

Her chef's instinct flares up, and she subconsciously wants to raise her hand to lift the lid of the pot, only to find that her hand has left a mutilated blood stain on the stove.

Song Xiaotian raised her hand and took a look, this hand was also unfamiliar.

Looking at the blood in her hands, a terrifying thought came to her mind.

"Water! Water! She frantically searched around the mud room, and finally saw a large vat by the stove.

Song Xiaotian staggered over, held the edge of the tank and shone her face to the water, and suddenly gasped!

The slap-like melon seed face, a pair of apricot eyes are bright and round, the nose is straight and small, and although the complexion is a little sallow, it still does not lose its grace.

But it's not what she looks like!

She Song Xiaotian has crossed over!

Song Xiaotian leaned on the edge of the water tank in a daze, her head buzzing, and her eyes were blank.

"Oh my God!" She swallowed hard, her heart felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

At this time, the child I saw in the kitchen just now stood three meters away and looked at her timidly, "Mother, Daddy is hungry." ”

Song Xiaotian was still in a daze, and subconsciously lifted the lid of the cauldron on the earthen stove, and suddenly, a smell of meat came to her face.

When you look closely, inside the pot is a bowl of half-fat and half-lean white water pork, cut into slices and stacked on top of each other, on the steamer.

But the fire in the stove has already been extinguished, the water in the pot is cold, and this bowl of boiled meat has not been kept warm, and now it has exuded the unique smell of pork.

"Don't put anything in it? Can this be eaten? Song Xiaotian suddenly felt a little disgusted.

Judging from her many years of experience in five-star restaurants, this plate of pork is simply a waste vegetable.

Look at the slices of meat, the thickness is different; Look at this treatment method again, don't put a little condiment, and don't treat it in advance, just boil it in plain water? Can you eat it?

After two glances, Song Xiaotian closed the lid of the pot.

"This meat is too much-Song Xiaotian didn't finish speaking, and a cough suddenly came from the other end of the room:

"Ahem-ahem!"

It was a man's voice in her ears, and somehow, Song Xiaotian felt tense when she heard the voice, and walked over quickly.

In the corner was a rough wooden bed, and on the bed was a tattered futon, which not only was the quilt torn to expose the cotton wool inside, but also emitted a musty smell, which made Song Xiaotian can't help but cover her nose.

The futon was thrown to one side, and on the other side was a man in a coarse cloth shirt, leaning against the earthen wall, coughing forward and backwards, and his whole body was affected.

He pressed his hand to his leg, and finally coughed hard, leaning against the earthen wall and panting.

In the messy hair, the towering eyebrow bones and the straight nose bridge are exposed, under the nose bridge are tight red thin lips, and the thin jaw angle outlines the clear contour line, even if you don't open your eyes, the man in front of you looks good.

"Daddy! Are you okay? ”

The little turnip head ran over, skillfully climbed onto the bed on the stool, and climbed uneasily to his lap......

"It's fine." The man spit out two words, and his mellow and magnetic voice made Song Xiaotian's ears itch, and his heart was numb, as if he had been scratched by a feather.

And so on——! Little radish head called him daddy?

Song Xiaotian woke up from her beauty.

Isn't that—

"Song, two, girl!" Before she could think about it, a hoarse and high-pitched voice sounded at the doorway of the room.

Then a woman with a thick waist entered the house, looked around the room, and when she saw her, she cried out, "Did you steal my flesh again!?" Give my meat back! ”

Song Xiaotian subconsciously denied: "Who stole your meat?" ”

"How dare you! I can smell the meat! The woman ran to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and saw the plate of white meat, and cried out, "The meat is here!" ”

Before Song Xiaotian could think about answering, the woman picked up the meat and walked over, put the dish heavily on the bed, pointed to the meat in front of the man, the little radish head and Song Xiaotian, and said, "What is this not my meat!?" Song Xiaotian, you still have to be shameless, how do you know to steal other people's things all the time!? ”

The woman's mouth frothed and fell: "Last time, I drank more than half of a pot of bone broth for you, and last time I cut fat meat to refine oil, and I dug you a big spoonful of oil, not to mention, even the oil residue went into your stomach!" Today's pound of meat is what I bought for him to eat when I saw your second brother working hard, and the meat was still in my kitchen when I went out just now, why did it run to your pot in a blink of an eye! ”

The woman's fierce spirit was pressing forward step by step, and that face made Song Xiaotian's heart also ignite a ball of anger.

When she first arrived in another world, she had not yet figured out the situation, and was depressed and irritable, when she met this woman, she was full of fiery hostility, and said like a lit cannonball:

"Do you have proof? How many catties of pork is this? How is fat and thin? Where did you buy it? Song Xiaotian asked loudly.

As she spoke, her eyes subconsciously looked at the man, but she saw that the man had opened a pair of narrow eyes, and his thick and slender eyelashes half covered his dark pupils, and he looked at her quietly, his eyes full of sarcasm and disdain

When the woman saw her arguing, her small eyes widened with anger, and she turned to the man angrily: "Chu Mufeng, you say!" ”

Chu, Mu, wind.