Mrs. Sun watched Yang Ruoqing put the bowl in her hand on her lap, then freed her hand to take the other empty bowl next to her, and then pulled out nearly half of the bowl from her large, pointed bowl.

The food was put into another bowl, raised in front of Mrs. Sun, and she winked, "Mom, you eat too."

"What?" Mrs. Sun looked at the food in front of her and was startled for a moment. Her eyes suddenly turned red, "Mother is not hungry. She ate it when she was in the kitchen. This is specially reserved for you. You can eat it while it's hot."

eat"

They say that a daughter is a mother's little cotton-padded jacket. This is true. My daughter has just woken up and knows how to take care of herself.

"Mom won't eat, and Qing'er won't eat either. Qing'er wants mother to eat with her." Yang Ruoqing deliberately lowered her face, following the behavior of her stupid host in the past, flattening her mouth as if Sun didn't want to eat, so she

The formation of starvation.

"Mom has really eaten it." Mrs. Sun looked helpless, but felt warm in her heart.

Yang Ruoqing ignored this.

In the past, she was stupid and didn't understand many things. The old Yang family was not divided into separate families. A dozen or so people in the family all ate in one big pot, and the Tan family was in charge.

With Mrs. Tan's attitude towards her before, how could she allow Mrs. Sun to bring a bowl full of food to this room? Needless to say, she must have saved her share and used it all.

It's a good idea to supplement my daughter's mouth.

"Qing'er, your filial mother is watching, but she has really eaten it, I won't lie to you."

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"Okay, Mom, let's eat. Isn't it okay to eat?" Sun finally compromised, sighed softly, and picked up the bowl in front of her.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing smile. She picked up the bamboo chopsticks in her hand and used a clever force on her finger joints. There was a crisp "click" sound, and one pair of chopsticks was broken into two pairs.

Yang Ruoqing handed one pair to Sun, who was a little dumbstruck in front of her, and smiled, "Eat it, it will be really cold if you don't eat it."

Mrs. Sun took the chopsticks in her hand, looked at the mark on the broken port, and secretly clicked her tongue.

Even an adult would find it difficult for her to break these chopsticks. My daughter had been burning all night, and she still had such strength. How could she not have noticed it before?

"By the way, Qing'er wants to ask Mom for something."

After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, Yang Ruoqing seemed to suddenly think of something, swallowed hard, and raised her head to look at Sun.

Mrs. Sun also lowered her hand holding the chopsticks, glanced at Yang Ruoqing, and said in a funny way, "You silly kid, you don't need to beg when you're talking to your own mother. What's the matter?"

Yang Ruoqing thought about it for a while, then glanced at the door of the wing over there, and then said to Mrs. Sun seriously, "Don't go out and talk about me waking up now. Except for my father, don't mention it to anyone else for now."

"Why?" Mrs. Sun looked puzzled, "This is a good thing."

Thinking of how many years ago my daughter was always the butt of jokes when she walked in the village. Everyone made fun of her, and even children younger than her dared to bully her.

As a mother, she felt pain in her heart, but she was powerless. She had to work in the fields and take care of the family's meals, and there were two young children at her side, so it was difficult to take care of this girl.

Now that my daughter is awake, it’s time to feel proud. Why should she hide it? Ms. Sun can’t figure it out.

"Mom, I had a dream when I was in a daze. In the dream, a person who looked like a Bodhisattva told me that my soul had just returned to its place and was not very stable. Too many people knew about it.

I was shocked and became unstable again.”

Yang Ruoqing knew that people in this era believed in gods, so she just rolled her eyes and casually came up with a lie.

As for why he had to hide it from the big guys first, Yang Ruoqing naturally had her own plans.

When Mrs. Sun heard Yang Ruoqing's words, there was a hint of panic in her eyes. She thought of the words of the goddess in the next village. She seemed to have said the same thing, saying that her daughter had lost her soul.

The Bodhisattva in the girl's dream must be the one who sends her soul back to its right place. Thinking of this, Ms. Sun quickly put down the bowl in her hand, put her hands together, and bowed several times towards a corner of the room, with a look on her face.

of piety.

There were words in his mouth, and he seemed to be saying something similar to thanking the gods.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes and snickered secretly. She thought to herself that this cheap girl is really an honest and easy to deceive person.

Here, Mrs. Sun thanked the Bodhisattva from the bottom of her heart, and her nervous eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing again, "Qing'er, don't worry. Mother won't tell you, and she won't tell anyone. When did the Bodhisattva tell you in a dream? Mother will tell you as long as she

Just be good and it will be fine”

"Well, eat, eat"

"When you finish eating later, Mom will go to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. The sun is warm at noon. Later, Mom will help you go to the yard to bask in the sun and get rid of the bad luck." Mrs. Sun put the beans in the bowl into a bowl.

He picked them out one by one and put them into Yang Ruoqing's bowl while discussing with her.

"Well, okay."

She had been lying in this damp and dark room for most of the day since she came back from time travel, and she felt like she was about to get moldy.

It's a good idea to go for a walk in the yard to stretch your muscles and get familiar with the environment.

Sun's side had just moved her chopsticks, and Yang Ruoqing's side was almost to the bottom. After swallowing the last mouthful of rice, she found that the portion she couldn't eat in a day before now felt like it was just a slap in the face.

Tooth Festival

The host's appetite is really good, so good that it's terrifying

"Aren't you full? Mom, there are some here. I'll give them all to you." Ms. Sun glanced at Yang Ruoqing's bowl and smiled. "My dear daughter, Mo Ruomu, what kind of belly does my daughter have? Isn't she a mother who doesn't know?"

Mrs. Sun raised her hand to put her portion into Yang Ruoqing's bowl.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head hurriedly, and the fat on her cheeks swayed. "Mom, I'm full. If I eat any more, my belly will burst."

She subconsciously put her hand on her belly and squeezed it casually. Damn, this swimming ring is scary.

In such a poor family, how did the original host treat himself like this?

It's too cruel for a girl to spoil her appearance like this.

Changing body shape is imminent

After the mother and daughter had lunch, Mrs. Sun took the small stool that was lame on one leg in the house to the yard, supported the crippled area with earthen bricks, and then placed a piece of her own on top of the stool.

Old clothes.

Then he returned to the house and helped Yang Ruoqing, who had already put on her coat and shoes, to the door.

It is a simple farmhouse courtyard with three side rooms on the east and west sides. The upper room is the kitchen and dining hall. The walls are all made of yellow mud. There are wooden stakes on the walls and some yellow straw hats and bamboo strips hanging on them.

A woven basket sieve.
Chapter completed!