Her eyelashes twitched, and she stretched wide. Hey? How do you have the taste of potion in your mouth? That dream was too real, right?

"Wake up, Fuya wake up!" The sound of her milk crying was heard in her ears, and the voice was full of worry and anxiety. What's wrong with the milk? You can't be hurt by last night's bad guys, right?

Song Ziran was in a hurry and completely sobered up. Her eyes widened, her little head shook from side to side, and after finding her, she looked at her carefully!

"It's over! Fuya is so stupid! I don't even recognize her milk! Zhang Chunmei snorted.

Song Ziran didn't notice anything unusual about Mrs. Wu, and while breathing a sigh of relief, she looked at the third uncle: What are you talking about? Who is stupid? Here's a chance to say it again!

"It's over, I don't even recognize it! Fuya, do you still recognize who she is? Zhang Chunmei pushed Su Yun, who was hazy with teary eyes, forward.

Mrs. Wu couldn't bear it anymore, took off her shoes from her feet, and threw them at the third daughter-in-law. The soles of the shoes were printed right on her face, and then fell like a movie in slow motion. The best thing is that Song Laosan did not protect his daughter-in-law, but picked up the shoes on the ground and put them on for his mother.

Ha ha! This is the end of talking nonsense! Milk mighty! Milk domineering! Milk is worthy of being the first person at the top of the old Song family's food chain! She has to hug her thighs and not relax for fifty years!

Mrs. Wu: ......

Fifty more years? Then I'm not an old monster anymore?

Mrs. Wu pointed to the door and roared, "Get out!" Get out of here! Third daughter-in-law, I don't know what you think you're thinking? Don't say that Fuya doesn't necessarily have anything, even if she really has anything bad, she has a grandmother and her father to raise her! Put away your unsightly thoughts! If you don't want to pass it, go back to your old Zhang family! Let your father and mother find you a 'good' family that is not dragged down!! ”

"Milk, don't be angry! Fuya still has those of us who are brothers, when you can't raise her, we will raise her! Song Ermao, like his mother, has a sweet mouth and high emotional intelligence, and said the crux of Mrs. Wu's heart.

"Yes, yes! Fuya still has my brother! I'll raise her for the rest of my life! Wumao's eyes were firm and sincere, without the slightest hesitation.

"Me, and me!" Eight Mao and Jiu Mao rushed to the road. I'm afraid that if I say it slowly, I won't be able to grab the place of my adopted sister.

No...... What the hell are you talking about? I, the youngest academician, the myth of the medical world, want you little children to raise? Who do you look down upon?

Song Ziran turned over neatly, climbed into her milk's arms and sat down, patting her little belly: Hungry, come to a bowl of goat's milk first!

Mrs. Wu's heart was shocked, she looked down at the fragrant little milk baby in her arms, and said in a choked voice: "Fuya, are you still ...... Recognize milk? ”

Song Ziran's big eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, as clear as transparent lake water. She looked at Mrs. Wu in surprise and touched her forehead - milk, you haven't woken up yet? How could your favorite little granddaughter not recognize her loving, kind and lovely grandmother?

"Great, we're fine! It's okay...... It's okay! Mrs. Wu lifted the corner of her clothes and wiped the tears in her eyes, who knows that the worse it is, the worse it is.

Milk crying? She's been such a strong milk all her life, why is she crying? Song Ziran glared at the third aunt angrily - it's you, right! Who else in the family would dare to make grandma angry besides you?

Zhang Chunmei was in her heart, she was just scolded by her mother-in-law, and now she was glared at by the little milk baby. Do you persimmons pick up soft pinching?

Song Ziran patted Mrs. Wu on the shoulder: Don't cry, I'll help you stare at her...... Why do you still wipe your tears?

In a hurry, she pulled Mrs. Wu's clothes, and suddenly stood up. Her small body swayed, and she had a small hand to help her milk wipe her tears.

"Oops! We, Fuya, have stood up! Whose child can stand on his own at eight months? The dog babies are more than a year old, and they can't stand still! It's all good to be raised by mothers! Liu Cuihong took the opportunity to divert Mrs. Wu's attention.

Sure enough, Mrs. Wu burst into tears and laughed, and held the Fuya who fell down on her back, and hugged her tightly in her arms: "Which one is good for me to raise, our Fuya is out of breath, and she has a long face for milk!" ”

Song Ziran grinned, buried her face in her milk's arms, and giggled - great, finally coaxed the milk! As soon as the milk cried, she suddenly felt bad! This is empathy between relatives, right?

Jiang Zhixue was helped in by her man and walked in: "How is Fuya?" Show me! ”

Mrs. Wu hurriedly moved into the kang, made some room for her to sit down, and said, "You see that the road is slippery on this cold day, why are you here?" Didn't your mother come over early in the morning? ”

"I don't want to come and see, I'm not sure!" Jiang Zhixue saw a little head poking out of her arms, wasn't it Fu Ya, and said in surprise, "Fu Ya woke up?" Come to Godmother! ”

Song Ziran looked at her milk and looked at her godmother, okay, this is also a thick thigh, don't hug yourself and be sorry!

She slowly crawled out of her bosom, and slowly moved her ass to her side, moving to her godmother's side, and holding her arm - the skirt worn by the godmother, it's inconvenient to hug her thighs, so let's hug her arms!

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Wu asked eagerly: "Her godmother, take a look, Fuya is okay, right?" I look quite spiritual. ”

"Don't worry!" Jiang Zhixue neither checked the pulse nor looked at her face, but took out a bag of medicinal herbs and lined them up in front of Fu Ya, "Come, Fu Ya, tell the godmother, which one is Poria cocos?" Which is Angelica dahurica? Choose the right one, the godmother will make you Poria cake to eat! ”

Song Ziran looked loveless, carelessly picked out Poria cocos and put it aside, and picked out Bai Zhi - she was only an eight-month-old baby, and she had just experienced a "terrible" thing last night, and no one comforted her, and she had to be tested to recognize the medicine. Stumble!

"Right? Right? Mrs. Wu picked up the medicinal herbs that her granddaughter threw out, put them back in, and looked at Jiang Zhixue expectantly.

Jiang Zhixue had a smile on her face, and then investigated the knowledge she taught the little guy yesterday: "Come, tell the godmother, which medicine is used to treat rheumatism and cold, wheezing and adverse breath, itchy skin, and hand and foot cramps and strain?" ”

Song Ziran pinched a lone from the medicinal herbs and threw it on the kang angrily. Her grandmother hurried over to pick it up.

"What kind of indications are thieves who are speechless, itchy, hand-footed, slanted mouth, and paralyzed?" Jiang Zhixue asked again.

Song Ziran grabbed and grabbed with her chubby hands, grabbed out Qianghuo, and put it in Jiang Zhixue's palm.

Liu Cuihong said in surprise on the side: "Oh, I can't understand what the Jiang family's brothers and sisters said, we Fuya actually answered correctly!" The child, who is less than a year old, is so smart that he can't talk to words! If anyone dares to say that we are stupid, the second uncle will pull her hair and rub it on the ground! ”