"Glutinous ......"

After a while, Zhou couldn't stop crying.

"Mother."

Su Nuo slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhou with a somewhat tired expression.

"You—you're scaring me like that."

Zhou saw that Su Nuo was sober, and his heart was finally put down.

But the tears on his face are still flowing slowly.

"Mother, I want to drink water."

Su Nuo only felt that his throat was dry and hoarse, as if there was a rough friction sensation.

She swallowed a little uncomfortably.

"Good, good."

When Zhou heard this, he hurriedly went to the table, and under the teapot, there was still a candle warm.

So the water in the teapot is also kept warm all the time.

Zhou poured a glass of water and sent it to Su Nuo.

Su Nuo stretched out his hand to pick up the cup and drank it.

"Mother, I want to."

Su Nuo handed the empty cup to Zhou and pursed his somewhat dry lips.

"Okay."

Zhou shook his head, hurriedly poured water again, and went back and forth several times, Su Nuo almost finished drinking a pot of water, so he gave up.

"I'm drinking some porridge, you don't like to drink white porridge, my mother is boiling chicken shredded millet porridge for you."

Saying that, Zhou brought a small bowl of porridge, although Zhou is not a chef, but he has always been in front of his father-in-law, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, the things he made are somewhat better than ordinary people.

Su Nuojian saw that the millet porridge in the bowl was golden and bright, and the shredded chicken was also tender, especially with a few coriander sticks on top.

It's delicious when you look at it, and you can't help but move your index finger.

Nodding slightly, "Eat." ”

When Zhou heard this, he was overjoyed, and it was a good thing to be able to eat.

Then, the slender hand pinched the spoon and fed it to Su Nuo's lips one by one.

Su Nuo eats, only thinks that it is this millet chicken porridge, salty and fragrant, soft and pleasant, and even more fishy, although the heat is still lacking, but the taste is still good.

While eating, Su Nuo couldn't help but be amazed.

My own tongue is very strange.

If it is not in the past, eating is eating, simply eating.

It's different now, after eating it, her tongue can quickly tell what it is using.

Zhou saw that Su Nuo had finished eating this bowl of porridge, and there was a moving smile on his beautiful face.

"This is what your father has handed over to me for a lifetime, I am clumsy, and I haven't learned anything else, because your father likes this, and I have always learned this."

As Zhou spoke, she thought of her dead husband again, and tears quickly gathered in her eyes, and she turned her back and reached out to wipe her tears.

Turning his head again, he gently wiped the corners of Su Nuo's mouth with the silk handkerchief in his hand.

Su Nuo touched under the pillow with his backhand, and took out the book of imperial food secrets.

Looking at the hairpin on the written cover, Su Nuo's smart eyes looked at the Zhou family in front of him.

"This secret technique, your father wrote one before, his handwriting is mottled, and he is still a hand oil, and this one in your hand is one that I and your father slowly studied and wrote together."

Zhou talked eloquently, recalling that time, and couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

Hearing what Zhou said, Su Nuo's heart also felt sour inexplicably, and she vaguely felt a little crying, and she pressed it down again.

There is one in the family who likes to cry, so the little Su Nuo sniffed, and the strong one did not cry.

The fair-skinned little hand clutched the recipe tightly, and secretly said in his heart, when he is well cultivated, he must study his cooking skills well.

Let the mother live a good life.

"Son, if you feel uncomfortable somewhere, you can cry, let's two of you, just hug and cry for a while, and it's okay."

Zhou Shi looked at Su Nuo's eyes and turned red, as if he had been enduring it, and for a while, his heart was also sour.

The child she raised by herself, she knows her heart, at this time, why is she like this, Zhou's heart is clear.

Su Nuo: ......

Originally, there were three tears, but now, there is no at all.

She shook her head and looked at Zhou with clear eyes.

"Mother, I want to sleep, you've been busy all day, so let's rest."

Su Nuo's eyebrows were all covered with some fatigue, and looking at the light outside at this time, it was not very clear.

"Okay."

Even though he was reluctant to leave Su Nuo for half a step, seeing Su Nuo's tired little face, Zhou didn't say that he wanted to stay here anymore.

She helped Su Nuo to lie down, tucked the corners of the quilt for her, and then left step by step.

Su Nuo originally thought about how to live the rest of the day, but when he lay down, he felt a little groggy and fell asleep after a while.

In this way, he had a good night's sleep, and it was not until the sun was exposed to three poles that Su Nuo woke up leisurely.

Except for the wound on his forehead, which hurts a little, other than that, there is nothing uncomfortable.

So, Su Nuo got up from the bed, changed into a set of bright yellow dresses, and came out of the room refreshed.

Zhou was cutting the branches of the flowers and trees, and when he saw Su Nuo coming out, he hurriedly took the scissors and went up.

"Nuonuo, why did you get up, doctor, potato chips, you have to recuperate for a few days."

Seeing Su Nuo like this, Zhou was anxious for a while, but standing in front of Su Nuo, he didn't know what to do.

"Mother, I'm fine."

Su Nuo smiled, with a pair of watery eyes, which were also bent like crescent moons.

"I'm not a three-year-old, I know my condition, and now I'm going to try it in the kitchen."

Su Nuo had just washed up, and she also looked at herself carefully, and the gauze on her forehead had not been taken apart.

After saying this, Su Nuo walked towards the kitchen.

"Glutinous ......"

Zhou took the scissors and stood in the courtyard, looking at Su Nuo's small figure, walking farther and farther.

Suddenly, I was a little stunned.

His nose was sore, and tears seemed to fall.

Looking at Su Nuo's appearance, he seemed to have spirit all over his body.

It's not like the lifeless appearance before.

I should be happy, but why is it more and more uncomfortable in my heart?

Zhou wiped his tears while continuing to prune the branches.

Su Nuo came to the kitchen and looked at the kitchen window, and there were all kinds of knives.

She looked at the vegetables and fruits, and they were all there.

Su Nuo thought about it, and then began to chop vegetables, and when he was cutting, it was obvious that his knife skills were not very good, even if the original owner had seven or eight years of knife skills.

It's not very stable, and the cut silk is thin and thick, and it is different.

Looking at the shredded radish like this, Su Nuo's bulging little face was tangled for a while.

Before breakfast was eaten, she was thinking about the pancakes.

Shred the radish and dry it, add some minced meat and seasonings, and stir together.

Mix the dough and wrap the cakes one by one.

Su Nuo burned the fire again and began to make cakes.

The heat is just right, but the strength on the wrist always feels that the dexterity is not enough.