As she walked towards the only house, a man emerged from the ruins not far away.

The sound of footsteps stopped Chen Mengtian's footsteps, and she turned her head to look.

It's Chen Baojie, the cousin of the original body.

"Cousin." Chen Mengtian smiled and called people.

Looking at the plate in the other party's hand, there were two blackened steamed buns on it.

She looked at the ruins behind Chen Baojie.

I guess it's the kitchen.

Chen Baojie never thought that when he came out of the kitchen, he would see Chen Mengtian.

"Why are you here?" He stepped forward and took a few quick steps.

As the other party approached, Chen Mengtian saw clearly that the steamed buns on his plate were like black charcoal.

Chen Baojie followed her gaze and also saw the blackened steamed bun in his hand.

He scratched his head, and his handsome face showed a little smile, "The kitchen collapsed yesterday, and everything in the house was pressed underneath, and that's all I could find." ”

After Chen Mengtian heard this, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, "Are you going to eat these?" ”

Perhaps it is because she has lived a very comfortable life in modern times, even when she was a child in an orphanage, she did not suffer.

The only flaw is family affection.

Looking at the blackened steamed buns on Chen Baojie's plate, she didn't know how to eat it.

For a while, some sourness came out of my heart.

But she clearly felt that this was not exactly her emotion.

Chen Mengtian knows that she is not an emotional person.

She felt that there must be some emotions mixed with the original body.

Because of the slight sourness in her heart, she can't see it now, and the Chen family father and son eat this steamed bun like black charcoal.

She put the clay pot in her hand into Chen Baojie's hand, "You serve it to the uncle first, and I'll go home." ”

Chen Baojie held the clay pot, watched her leave with a gust of wind, and soon disappeared at the door.

Until Chen Mengtian's back disappeared, Chen Baojie suddenly moved his nose.

He sniffed the air, the fresh, earthy smell mixed with a tantalizing scent.

Soon, Chen Baojie found the source of the smell.

It was the clay pot he was holding in his arms.

Chen Mengtian returned home and trotted all the way.

She couldn't see the Chen family living so hard in her heart.

When the original body was young, several rooms in the family were among the best in the village, and no one had ever envied their family.

It's only been a few years, and the Chen family has been defeated to this point.

Chen Mengtian's mood is complicated, and she can't understand what her mood is now.

In short, she couldn't control her weird emotions.

Running all the way to her home, she went to the kitchen and packed the remaining six or seven white-flour steamed buns in a burlap bag for grain.

There was also some bacon that had been taken out of the cellar and not put back into the sack.

At the end, I poured some polished rice separately.

When doing this, Chen Mengtian knew that it was all this body's autonomous consciousness.

It made her feel a little emotion that remained in her body.

The love of blood kinship is an emotion she has never experienced.

Seeing that it was almost over, she carried her things and ran to Chen's house again.

She met some people along the way, who were not familiar, so she went without stopping to say hello.

This is the character of the original body, and it is also Chen Mengtian's style of acting.

She is actually very simple, she cares a lot, and she doesn't care about it at all.

When Chen Mengtian came to Chen's house again, Chen Ping's father and son had already eaten the soup and tore the skin of the blackened steamed bun and soaked it.

"Uncle, cousin."

The father and son were burying their heads in eating, and they raised their heads when they heard the words.