Sun's eyes were wide open, staring at Yang Ruoqing's face for a moment, fearing that this beautiful dream would be shattered after a blink of an eye.

Her mouth couldn't help but bend, and she was clearly laughing, but two lines of tears flowed out of her eyes.

She has had such a beautiful dream for countless times over the years, but she counts this time as the most real one. Every time she makes a sound, she will wake up.

So, Sun bit the back of his hand tightly, not letting him make even a slight sound.

Seeing this cheap mother's expression, Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised.

But when you think about it, you can understand it.

As my daughter, she was almost collectively abandoned by the old Chinese doctor in the village, the witch in the nearby village, and even the entire Lao Yang family. This despair is conceivable.

It is understandable that you cannot accept it for the time being. It is pitiful to the hearts of parents all over the world!

He sighed silently in his heart. Just as Yang Ruoqing was about to open her mouth again, a string of gurgling sounds suddenly appeared in his stomach. This sound finally pulled Sun back from his shock.

"Qing'er! My mother's good daughter!" Sun suddenly pulled out his hand, and with a wow, he opened his arms and hugged Yang Ruoqing in his arms, burst into tears.

Yang Ruoqing didn't move, letting Sun hold herself like this, letting this poor mother vent her emotions!

At this moment, the broken wooden door in the west wing was suddenly slapped by someone outside, and then Tan's scolding came: "It's noon, howling, your father just lay down, and the next day, the man and the others still have to go to the ground to work!"

"Mom, my Qing'er..."

Sun's heart was filled with Yang Qiuyu's sober joy. At this moment, he didn't care about being afraid of Tan. He raised his head from Yang Ruoqing's broad and thick shoulders, turned around and couldn't wait to tell Tan about this great event.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he started speaking, he was severely cut off by Tan.

"Has you died? You're dead, you're reincarnated early, everyone will be quiet, she will find a relief! Let's wait for the third brother to come back, you're thinking about sending her out, don't go to the main entrance, you're not angry.

!”

After throwing these crackling words, Tan spat, turned around and left, his steps were very fast, as if he was afraid that he would be hit by the bad luck in the room if he walked one step late.

From afar, her muttering came: "...It's so unlucky to catch the autumn harvest!"

In the west wing, Sun sat there blankly, with his face, a bluish and a white look, his teeth biting his lips tightly, and his thin body was trembling slightly.

Yang Ruoqing knew that Sun was angry with Tan. She did not vomit blood and fainted on the spot. Sun could be regarded as a tried and tested bun.

Why didn't she be angry?

She even had some doubts that the Tan family outside was still her own grandmother with her body, and her speech was so vicious!

No, this is no longer a verbal viciousness, it is cold-blooded and has no affection at all!

I was an orphan in my previous life and I never tasted what family affection felt. Although I have long been accustomed to being alone, only I understand the desire for family affection in my heart.

Resurrection from the dead, traveling to this ancient farmhouse. Although he was poor, the care and care of this cheap mother made her heart silent and cold for a lifetime, and ignited a little bit of hope for the big family of the Yang family.

Just now, Sun wanted to tell Tan about the good news that she was awake, but she did not stop her.

But now, she found herself wrong, and was outrageously wrong.

Family affection is hard to come by. The Sun couple is good for them to be sincere and dig for themselves, because they are their biological daughter.

But other people in the Lao Yang family may not be.

Yang Ruoqing moved her clumsy body and leaned closer to Sun, who was sitting by the bed and wiping her tears, and advised: "Mom, don't be angry, my tits are the kind of virtue..."

Halfway through his words, his mouth suddenly became covered by Sun's palm.

Sun widened his eyes and lowered his voice to Yang Ruoqing, "You child, are you stupid again? There is a god three feet tall at the head. She is your breasts. No matter what she says, we can only bear it. In this way, our elders are going to be struck by lightning..."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but twitch. What kind of magic logic is this?

Fool filial piety!

Character determines thinking, and thinking determines destiny. Sun's thoughts have to be washed well, but they are not now.

Yang Ruoqing knew one truth well: the freezing three feet long does not last a day. If you want to reverse Sun's thoughts of dumplings, you can't come in a hurry and you have to slowly move them subtly.

So, Yang Ruoqing changed the subject and covered her still rumbling stomach and said to Sun with a bitter face: "Mom, after talking for a long time, I was so hungry that I put my chest on my back. Is there any food?"

Sun suddenly realized, and then remembered the purpose of coming to this house.

After slapping her thighs, she said annoyedly: "Look at my memory, why have I forgotten it all? I have been delayed for so long, is it cold..." The man ran towards the table over there with a wind blowing under his feet.

Yang Ruoqing also looked at Sun's back, and saw a pottery bowl with a mouthful of mouth placed on the table, with a bowl upside down on it, perhaps to keep the temperature.

This is the first time I saw food after traveling to this ancient farmhouse.

I don’t know what the rural people in this world and this era eat! I sat up straight, ready to rub my hands, and stared at the big bowl brought by Sun with bright eyes.

Sun opened the big bowl upside down and placed it aside. A sweet scent of sweet potatoes came to his nose. Yang Ruoqing's eyes opened wide from her chubby face and looked at the food in the bowl carefully.

The rice mixed with sweet potatoes was piled up with sharp points, and the rice noodles were covered with a pinch of cabbage, half a piece of pickled cucumber strips, and a spoonful of fried soybeans.

The leaves of the cabbage were a little black and the rhizomes were soft. At first glance, they were not fried in a pan but like boiled in water. The cucumber strips were black ink and wrinkled, and a faint smell of smell penetrated into Yang Ruoqing's breath. Most of the good appetite just now disappeared! However, the fried soybeans looked pretty good, golden.

Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing's expression and felt a little surprised.

Didn’t my daughter just shout that she was hungry? Why did she hold up the bowl now and then stop moving her chopsticks?

"Why don't you eat it while it's hot? This bean is my mother's spoon. Didn't you like to eat my mother's beans the most?" Sun couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and found that the best-looking dish in this bowl was made by Sun, no wonder.

The other two, you don’t need to guess, must have come from the aunt’s hands.

"Oh, I just got stunned for a moment, I'll eat it now." Yang Ruoqing smiled at Sun, took the chopsticks from Sun's hand, and was about to start moving, but suddenly he stopped again.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!