As the aroma of food wafted out, Gu Lan found that her stomach growled more happily.

The little bun seemed to smell the aroma of food while he was sleeping. His eyes rolled inside his eyes a few times and then slowly opened.

"Mom" When the little bun opened his eyes, he immediately looked for his mother's figure. He was afraid that his mother had been dreaming when he woke up. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mother's figure, and then he was attracted by the smell of food and couldn't help it.

I kept saying "it smells so good".

Little Baozi sat up and realized that it was not his imagination. There was really something to eat, or it was made by his mother.

The surprised little guy opened his mouth wide, and even his mother didn't notice when he woke up and came to his side.

"Son, you're awake!" Gu Lan looked at the little bun with motherly love. After losing weight, the little man is so pitiful. He encountered this damn world.

"Mom, what is that?" Little Baozi still couldn't believe it, maybe he was still dreaming.

Only in dreams could he be full. In dreams, he and his mother had lots and lots of food and were never hungry again.

"Silly son" Gu Lan laughed. The emotions on the little bun's face didn't know how to hide them. Gu Lan saw them all.

"That's the food made by my mother. Isn't it delicious?" Gu Lan said softly, touching the little bun's head.

"Yeah, it smells very good." Little Baozi nodded firmly.

"Don't you wonder where mom found all this food?" Gu Lan said this deliberately to see Little Baozi's reaction.

The little bun shook his head firmly, "I'm not curious."

He didn't care where the food came from, as long as his mother stayed by his side, Little Baozi was satisfied.

"I'm really not curious." Gu Lan continued to walk the little bun.

"Not curious." Little Baozi hugged Gu Lan and his stomach made a growling sound. He was obviously very hungry.

The belly of mother and son seemed to be playing music. You yelled and I screamed, which made mother and son laugh at the same time.

Gu Lan touched Little Baozi's rather big head, feeling relieved with a hint of sadness. This child was so sensible.

Perhaps due to the emotional interference of the original owner, Gulan easily integrated himself into the role of mother.

"My son is so good, but mother still wants to say that we can't tell anyone about our food. No one can. This is a secret between mother and son, you know?"

Gulan had no choice but to accommodate Little Baozi, although Little Baozi looked so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

"Mom, I know, I won't tell anyone, otherwise our food will be snatched away by others. In the past, my uncle and the others often snatched our things."

As if remembering the past, the little bun was trembling a little, and his eyes became firmer.

The child's words made Gu Lan feel sad again. It would make such a young child remember how much he had suffered in the past.

"You're so good. Just sit here and let me bring you the food."

The little bun sat quietly and looked at his mother expectantly.

Gu Lan grabbed two handfuls of dead grass in his hands, used them as insulation pads and placed them on the edge of the broken clay pot, then carefully took them down.

Both mother and son couldn't wait to look at the food in the clay pots, and their stomachs growled even louder.

Looking at the steaming clay pot, it's so hot that I can't hold it with my hands.

Gu Lan: "Don't worry, son. Mom will make some pairs of chopsticks so that we can eat."

"Mom, I won't touch you randomly."

Little Baozi hid his little hands behind his back nervously and nodded repeatedly. His big black and white eyes stared at Gu Lan for a moment, as if the words "I am very good" were written in his eyes.

Such a pair of eyes made Gu Lan look adorable.

"Be good, wait for me, mother." As he said this, Gu Lan stood up and walked slowly out of the ruined temple with a staggering step.

Fortunately, there were still a lot of dead trees around, so Gulan soon broke off a few branches that were slightly thinner than his fingers and returned to the ruined temple.

Then he took out the previous dagger from his arms, cut the branch into four chopsticks of about the same length, quickly peeled and sharpened the front end slightly, and then handed one pair to Xiao Baozi.

"Eat it" Gulan said softly and looked at the little bun.

"Yes, Mommy will eat it too," the little bun said softly.

While "Good" was talking, the mother and son finally ate the delicious food that made them salivate.

When he was five minutes full, the little bun stopped due to the interference of Gulan.

"Son, we were very hungry before. We can't eat too much now, otherwise our stomach will hurt." Gulan looked at his son seriously and pointed at the little bun's belly. Gulan knew this.

of.

When he heard that his stomach hurt, Xiaobaozi immediately dropped the chopsticks in his hand.

"Mom, I don't want to eat." She was very well-behaved.

In fact, Little Baozi is already very satisfied. What he ate today was the fullest he has ever remembered.

"Good", such a sensible little bun made Gu Lan's nose feel sore, and she felt even more sorry for this little person, and now he was her son.

Seeing that there was nearly half of the food left, Gulan put the broken earthen pot in the corner and found a piece of relatively clean clothing in the package to cover it.

After finishing these tasks, Gulan hugged the little bun and lay still on the haystack.

Her body had just begun to recover, and doing this was already her limit, and she really didn't want to move.

Her body is too weak and she won't be able to leave for a while. It seems that she has to stay in the ruined temple for a few more days. No matter what, she has to wait until the fever has gone away and her body has regained her strength before she can leave. Otherwise, she will not be able to protect Xiaobaozi and Xiao Baozi.

myself, let alone get out of the disaster area.

"Mom, are you feeling unwell?" Little Baozi raised his pitch-black hand and touched Gu Lan's forehead. His eyes were full of worry for such a small person.

"Mom, it doesn't seem so hot anymore, but it's still very hot." Little Baozi told what he had discovered, and he could faintly feel that his mother was getting better.

"Yes, my son is great. I found out when I touched it. Mom is indeed not as hot as before, and she feels a little better. It will probably take less than two days for Mom to be well, and then we can leave here."

Possessing the memories and emotions of the original owner, Gu Lan has completely integrated herself into this role in a short period of time. She is the original person, and the original person is her. Her eyes looking at the little bun are becoming more and more full of maternal love.

"Well, mother, get better soon."

Little Baozi didn't care whether we left or not. As long as he was with his mother, he would stay in the ruined temple forever. Little Baozi also felt that it was quite good.

Just like that, Gulan sat on the haystack with his little bun in his arms, talking wordlessly.

During this period, when he saw that the time was almost up, Gu Lan swallowed another fever-reducing medicine. Of course, the medicine was secretly put into his mouth, but the water was drank in front of the little bun.

"Mom, did you find water?" Little Baozi was so surprised that he looked at such a small jar of water with curiosity, completely unaware that water was added to the food they had eaten before.

"That's right! Mom found water, otherwise how could she recover so quickly, and how could she make food for my An'an?" Gu Lan gently tapped the little bun's nose to remind the slow little guy.

"Yes!" Little Baozi finally came to his senses and buried his face in his mother's arms in embarrassment, feeling that he was so stupid.

The cute look made Gulan laugh again and hugged the little bun tighter.

Not long after taking the medicine, Gulan sweated again. This time the sweating made her body feel more comfortable, and the pain in her body was relieved again.
Chapter completed!