"Haoyi can be rescued, and you, as a mother, have paid no less than others."

Bo Sicheng looked down at her face, which had become a little haggard because of staying up all night, and reached out to gently comb the hair on Sheng Mingzhu's sideburns behind her ears.

"I heard from them that you haven't closed your eyes in Medicine Mountain for several days, and you've been researching an antidote to the KHS toxin, and you've done well enough that you've saved our son's life."

Sheng Mingzhu also knew that the other party was comforting herself, but she still felt better in the end.

If Bo Haoyi's life was not saved this time, she might blame herself for the rest of her life, and she would never be able to forgive herself.

"Mom, Mom," Bo Haoyi carefully wiped the dusty instruments in the laboratory that had not been used for a long time, and then turned his head and ran out to pull his mother Sheng Mingzhu's hand, "Didn't you say that you would teach me how to make the potion of Zhu'an grass, hurry up and teach me quickly!" ”

Sheng Mingzhu was amused by his son and smiled, a little helpless and a little doting glanced at Bo Sicheng who was standing beside him, and followed the baby into his small laboratory.

The medicine that taught him to make Zhu'an grass was casually agreed by her when Bo Haoyi was recuperating in order to coax him to take medicine obediently.

She didn't expect that this little guy really took this matter to heart, and just returned home from the hospital and clamored to learn how to make this potion.

If you promise something, you can't go back, not to mention that this is still a promise to your precious son.

Sheng Mingzhu naturally did what he said, and when he returned home, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water, and began to guide Bo Haoyi to start the study of experiments.

The little guy is talented and very hard-working, and he is also extremely focused and serious when he learns things, which sometimes makes Sheng Mingzhu, an adult, feel impressed.

She had to admit that Bo Haoyi's talent in this area was even higher than that of some graduate students who studied with old professors in the laboratory for two or three years.

If the child can develop this ability, the future results in the medical field may be higher than their own.

Sheng Mingzhu also felt very relieved in her heart, after all, her mantle could be inherited, and this medical virtue and the heart of saving people could continue, and she was also very happy.

The mother and son were talking and laughing in the laboratory, and Bo Sicheng, who was thrown aside by his beloved wife and baby son, could only prepare dinner for them alone in the kitchen.

Although he still couldn't help but be jealous of his son occupying Sheng Mingzhu and ignoring him, when he thought that the baby had experienced such a catastrophe, he didn't say anything more, and let the other party occupy Sheng Mingzhu and enjoy this rare time with his mother.

Bo Sicheng worked in the kitchen for most of the day before he made a table of sumptuous dishes.

He wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, heading to his son, Bo Haoyi's laboratory, where he saw the two of them sitting side by side, intently discussing medical issues.

"Okay, okay, I see that the eyes of both your mother and son are about to fall into the test tube," Bo Sicheng walked to their side with a smile, lowered his head and kissed Sheng Mingzhu's face, and then reached out to touch Bo Haoyi's little head and said, "It's already time to eat, you two haven't noticed it at all, hurry up and come out and wash your hands and get ready to eat." ”

Bo Haoyi was still thinking about his Zhu'an grass reagent, and he was a little reluctant to look at the utensils on the table.

But he is also very sensible and knows how to measure, hesitated for half a minute to put down the things in his hand, and obediently followed his parents out of the laboratory and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Bo Sicheng's cooking skills are not bad, after all, when he was with Sheng Mingzhu, he was indispensable to cook at home, not to mention that he took care of the baby alone for three years later, and he was able to make one or two simple stir-fry and cooking dishes.

Sheng Mingzhu ate this familiar taste, and felt a little relieved in his heart, feeling that the matter of Bo Haoyi being injected with toxin could finally come to an end, and their lives could finally return to the peace of the past.

Those ups and downs, those times of constant strife in the prosperous empire, made her suffer, but such an ordinary life became the existence that Sheng Mingzhu longed for the most.

Although Bo Haoyi has just recovered from a serious illness and is still young, his appetite is not smaller than that of these two adults, and he opened his mouth and stuffed the whole piece of boiled meat into his mouth, eating more fragrant than anyone else.

"Don't choke when you eat slowly," Sheng Mingzhu looked at his gobbling appearance, and knew that he was suffocated by eating a light diet all day in the hospital, reached out and picked up a tissue for him to wipe the corners of his mouth, "Eat with a good look, otherwise others will laugh at you when they see it." ”

Bo Haoyi seemed to have not eaten the dishes made by his father for too long, so he stuffed his mouth to the brim, looked at his mother with a puff, and smiled embarrassedly.

"If he wants to eat, let him eat more, he has lost a lot of weight during the time he has been in the hospital," Bo Sicheng reached out and pinched the little guy's cheek, still reluctant to tell him to eat less, "The flesh on his face is gone." ”

"Nonsense, he can't see any flesh on his face, and his little face is round like an apple."

Sheng Mingzhu knew that Bo Sicheng was distressed that the child had been wronged, but he couldn't help but smile and patted the back of the other party's hand and joked.

After eating, Bo Haoyi leaned on his mother's side again, and nested in Sheng Mingzhu's arms like a small animal.

His gaze seemed to be inseparable from the other party for a moment, wanting his mother to bathe him, and wanting the other party to tell him a fairy tale before going to bed.

Since knowing that he was his biological mother, Bo Haoyi has been sticking to her very much, although Sheng Mingzhu also knows that he can't spoil the child too much, he still can't help but follow his wishes.

After all, the things that Bo Hao easily experienced were not something that an ordinary child should face.

He has suffered too much and suffered too many grievances, which makes Sheng Mingzhu, a mother, feel really unbearable.

Bo Sicheng finished cleaning up the scraps on the table, and worked hard to clean the dishes and put them back in the cupboard, cooking and washing dishes in a one-stop service.

After he finished all this, he turned his head and saw his baby son sticking to Sheng Mingzhu's body like a dog skin plaster, and the vinegar in his heart was gurgling straight out.