Thinking of his white-haired grandfather, Feng Feiyang couldn't help but have a slightly sour nose and burst into tears.

"Feng'er, the porridge that my mother boiled for you. You have not run out of water and rice for a day and a night, and you will get better slowly by drinking some porridge. The woman in a plain bandeau dress carried a rough small pottery bowl and blew the porridge in the small spoon and fed it into Feng Feiyang's mouth.

"Oh, thanks, I'll eat it myself." Feng Feiyang took the small bowl and politely thanked the original owner's mother.

Her mother went after she was ten years old, and she was used to living alone, and her father and stepmother ...... Hehe, don't dare to hope.

Liu's sallow cheeks flashed with surprise, Feng'er is fine. She believed in the master's words, and the future would be fine.

It's just that Feng'er seems to be different from the original, as long as she doesn't blame herself for being a mother who has no ability. Liu sat on the edge of the bed with joy and helped Feng Feiyang tuck the quilt corners.

Of course, there is a hint of difference, and her daughter is her hope.

A bowl of brown rice porridge was in his stomach, and Feng Feiyang felt much better. After thinking about it, he asked in a low voice: "Mother, my brain was damaged after poisoning, and I forgot a lot of things." Can you tell me about what has happened over the years? ”

Feng Feiyang was eager to know his current situation. Shining eyes were fixed on the Liu family.

"Are you alright?" Liu looked very nervous, and gently shook Feng Feiyang's skinny hand.

Feng Feiyang shook his head, and there was a warm current surging in his heart. Mother, what an enviable existence!

Or God has mercy on you, and finds this woman who has no conditions in this lonely world, but always cares and believes in herself.

"Where to start?" Liu brushed the few strands of gray hair scattered on his sideburns.

Feng Feiyang felt sad for a while, but this woman who was about the same age as herself in her previous life had already had a gorgeous hair, and her forehead and the corners of her eyes were wrinkled.

What kind of life makes such a beautiful woman age prematurely? Feng Feiyang scolded that scumbag father thousands of times in his heart, no matter how big the fault was, it was not appropriate to leave his wife and children in this dilapidated hospital and live without support.

It took almost an hour for the Liu family to give a rough idea of the current situation, and Feng Feiyang knew it in his heart. According to the current situation, this home is no rice in the pot and no firewood in the fire. What to do? Feng Feiyang was entangled and died.

I'm afraid the porridge I just drank is the last bowl! What do these two women eat? Besides, the porridge I just drank is as clear as a mirror, and this body has been hungry for many years. Feng Feiyang gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.

The world is big, and the food in the storage pendant is taken out first.

"Mother." Feng Feiyang is very embarrassed to call someone of his age as his mother! He asked in a low voice, "Is Su Lan reliable?" I'm going to tell you a big secret later. Don't panic after listening, it's about me and the master. Feng Feiyang made up his mind to make up a master to come out.

"Su Lan has followed her mother since she was a child, and there is no need to doubt her loyalty, so I will call her to come." Liu's doubts in his heart? Get up and walk out of the house quickly.

Feng Feiyang turned over and got out of bed, took out the pendant to turn on the storage mode, quickly found the solar rice cooker, smart cooking pot, and solar energy kettle, thought about it, and took out the pot for making soup.

Oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and rice, all the kitchen supplies and the food that Chen's mother temporarily prepared before going out were all taken out, and they were piled up in most of the room for a while.

Su Lan was scooping water in the cupboard to clean the pot of porridge, but her heart was uncomfortable. During this period of time, the business of the small noodle restaurant has deteriorated, and the son has not delivered rice grain for a few days.

Tomorrow morning, I said that I had to go out and sell the silk handkerchief in my hand to buy rice oil. Su Lan was thinking about things while washing the pot, with a sad face.

Liu walked out of the house with a lot of worry, and the pink sunset shone on his face for a while.

The old thick wooden door is rarely opened, and only a few firewood sticks in the wooden tent are left on the ground, and only the weeping willow in the courtyard is still vibrant, sprouting new sprouts every early spring! How could anyone come? With a bitter face, Liu walked into the small kitchen with the door ajar.

"Su Lan, Su Lan, come with me, Feng'er said that there is something important to tell us." Liu pulled up Su Lan, who was bending down to scoop water.