Zhao Qingyan lowered her head, looked at the child in her arms and said with a smile: "Chen'er, don't call me young grandma in the future, from today on, I will be your mother!" Come, call 'mother' and listen! ”

Chen'er bit her lip, like a deer targeted by a hunter, frightened and hesitant, but obediently whispered: "Mother." ”

"Hey, that's good!" Zhao Qingyan was overjoyed, and kissed Chen'er on the forehead without hesitation.

The pothos was tearful and moved.

The little Wen Zichen silently leaned on Zhao Qingyan's arms, his big black round eyes lowered and looked at the ground, but his little hand unconsciously raised and gently stroked the warm touch just now.

Mother...... Is it?

Zhao Qingyan was overjoyed by Chen'er's "mother" call, hugged him and asked, "Is it cold?" Hungry or not? ”

After knowing that Chen'er hadn't even eaten lunch now that she had turned on the lamp, Zhao Qingyan suddenly couldn't sit still, and hurriedly called Chuanfan to come up, and said: "Chen'er is still young, you should take care of him first, how can you forget to give him food?" ”

Who knew that the green pothos said: "No, young grandmother, this Zhuangzi is in poor condition, it is difficult to make a living, only enough to eat two meals a day, and there is no dinner!" And...... And ......," she whispered hesitantly, "it's not that we don't give the little master food, it's that he can't eat it himself!" ”

"What?!" Zhao Qingyan was shocked.

After detailed questioning, it was finally determined that because of the neglect and abuse of Chen'er by the original body, this three-year-old child had suffered from anorexia!

Alas, Zhao Qingyan, Zhao Qingyan, what are you doing!

She secretly cursed the original body in her heart, and was about to get out of bed as soon as she lifted the quilt.

Luluo hurriedly stopped her and said hurriedly: "Young grandma, what are you going to do?" You've just been frightened today, so let's take care of it in bed! ”

Zhao Qingyan naturally didn't do it, and insisted on saying, "What am I afraid of?" You're the ones who are scared, I've choked on two mouthfuls of water at most, and I'm completely fine now! I'll go to the kitchen and make some medicinal food for Chen'er to recuperate! ”

The only thing to be thankful for is that in order to win Wen Qiao's favor, the original owner has always declared to everyone that he is good at cooking, and he is also very happy to soak in the kitchen to make soup for Wen Qiao "by hand", but God knows that in fact she is only responsible for directing those maids and ladies with her mouth, and her hands are not touched at all.

But in any case, with such a name, she should not be suspected of showing her skills now...... Right?

Zhao Qingyan raised his feet and walked out, and the green pothos really didn't suspect it, but just followed her with a sad face: "Young grandma, now we are not as good as in the house, there is no cook and maid to help you do it, and there is nothing on the Zhuangzi, unlike the big kitchen in the house......"

Zhao Qingyan was speechless, stopped and turned around, and shoved Chen'er, who was originally holding in her arms and wanted to take it to the kitchen together, into her arms, and said with a smile: "I will watch it myself, you don't have to worry about it!" If you have this kung fu, go take a bath for Chen'er and change your clothes! ”

As he spoke, he pinched Chen'er's little face affectionately, and said with a grin: "Chen'er, wait for my mother to make you something to eat~"

The master ordered so, and the pothos naturally didn't dare to disobey, so she could only hold the child and go back step by step.

Zhao Qingyan walked into the kitchen briskly, and was taken aback, where is this incomplete everything, is this simply destitute?

"Who?" The sound of entering the door woke up a mother-in-law who was on duty at night, who was yellow-faced and thin, but still very vigilant, and obviously attached great importance to this kitchen.

She squinted at the dim light for a long time, and finally recognized: "It turned out to be a young grandmother!" The young grandmother is expensive and cheap, I don't know what to do? ”

Listening to her speech, it was not vulgar, but with a bit of self-cultivation, I couldn't help but look at her in surprise, and said, "I want to make something for Chen'er to eat, I don't know what ingredients there are?" Crucian carp soup is the most nourishing, and it can also cure anorexia in children, is there crucian carp, ginger, and pepper? ”

The mother-in-law snorted lightly, and her tone was indescribably mocking: "This Zhuangzi is a special place for the exile of the errant and seriously ill people in the Huai'en Hou Mansion, and only once a year at the end of the year to send food and clothing, and the rest of the time no one cares at all. Now it's almost winter, the rice tank is almost empty, and everyone is worried about filling their stomachs, where can I get crucian carp for you? ”

Zhao Qingyan held his forehead, and it took a long time to accept this tragic fact, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Mrs. Cheng wants to send Zhao Qingyan away, she clearly wants her to fend for herself! According to this situation, if he hadn't come by himself, the original Zhao Qingyan would probably not have been tortured to death, and he would soon be starved to death!

"Well, it's all here." The woman went to a corner and lifted a cover to reveal everything underneath.

It turns out that all the ingredients are hidden, and it is really precious.

Zhao Qingyan looked at the past carefully, speechless for a while, these so-called treasures, only a little yellowed vegetables and rice only have a shallow layer of rice left in the rice tank, and the seasoning jars such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are almost empty, not to mention the ingredients such as meat, eggs and milk, there is not even a shadow!

"The children in the Hou Mansion are delicate, you can watch and take it yourself, you can eat it if you can, I can't help it if you don't like it!" The mother-in-law spoke ugly, with a look of disgust and reluctance, but she did not stop Zhao Qingyan from cooking for the child, obviously disgusting and kind.

Zhao Qingyan sighed, walked forward and rummaged through for a long time, and finally turned out an old pumpkin the size of a bowl in the corner that he didn't know how long he had been sitting, took half a bowl of rice from the rice bowl, and said, "These are enough." ”

The woman looked at Zhao Qingyan coldly, only to see her wash the rice and put it in the casserole to boil, and then picked up a large kitchen knife with two large palms in her hand and cut it twice, and cut it at the pumpkin.

The mother-in-law was about to open her mouth and exclaim to Zhao Qingyan not to cut her hand, but she saw that the kitchen knife was flying up and down in her hand as if it was alive, and she was about to turn out flowers, so she silently closed her mouth.

Zhao Qingyan zigzagged the pumpkin open a small lid, then took out the pumpkin seeds, looked at the freshly baked pumpkin cup, and smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, the japonica rice porridge in the casserole was also boiled, she poured the porridge into the pumpkin cup, and then changed the cage drawer and steamed it in a pot, steaming for two quarters of an hour, until the pumpkin was soft and rotten, blending with the thick rice porridge, then the fire was turned off, and she put it in the food box and walked to the main room.

"I don't know how many people will die this winter......" The woman sighed, Zhao Qingyan paused, and the kitchen door closed tightly behind her.