As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 177 The Little Doll Touching Porcelain
The next day, Shen Qingqing got up early, washed up and went straight to the kitchen to start kneading dough to make bread.
Half an hour later, the hot bread was freshly baked, and the whole courtyard was filled with the aroma of charcoal fire and wheat.
Shen Qingqing hadn't had this bite for a long time. Shen Qingqing was so greedy that she didn't care about burning it. She immediately broke off a piece and stuffed it into her mouth. The kiln-baked bread was delicious, and her mouth was filled with the aroma of charcoal fire.
I was eating vigorously when I turned around and saw a little head lying beside the door of the main room.
Meng Qiyu held the door open, eyes narrowed, sniffing constantly, water stains hanging around his mouth, his face intoxicated, like a greedy puppy sitting in front of delicious chicken legs.
Shen Qingqing held back her smile and waved the bread in her hand, "Come here and have a bite?"
Meng Qiyu's eyes widened in an instant, and she ran over, took the cloud bread from Shen Qingqing, and took a big bite.
Shen Qingqing touched his head and asked: "How is it? Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious! It's soft and sweet. Yu'er likes it best!"
Meng Qi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, so happy that he could hardly see his eyes.
Mr. He, who got up early and came to help, saw the mother and son sitting side by side in the corridor eating bread, and said with a smile: "Hey, Yu'er got up so early today?"
Meng Qiyu hugged the bread and answered solemnly: "When you sleep, you will come out when you smell the fragrance."
"You have a dog's nose, don't you? You can still smell the fragrance while sleeping?" Shen Qingqing smiled and pinched his nose.
Meng Qiyu grinned and barked "woof, woof" several times, rubbed her arm and said proudly: "I am the puppy, the most powerful puppy, woof woof!"
He smiled and looked at the intimate mother and son, looked around several times and couldn't help but said: "I just realized that you two look a bit alike, your eyes are not the same, your noses and face shapes are very similar!"
"Really?" Shen Qingqing was surprised, touched her nose and cheeks, and then looked at Meng Qiyu.
Both of them have small upturned noses and oval-seed faces, but Meng Qiyu's face has more flesh, which is not obvious at first glance. If you look closely, there seems to be similarities.
Shen Qingqing's face became more serious and she said half-jokingly: "Isn't this child my long-lost relative?"
"Probably not." Mr. He also began to doubt, "This child was picked up by Meng Yuan on the mountain. He was more than one year old when he picked it up. I haven't heard of any family having such a child."
While they were talking, Meng Yuan came in carrying a backpack. Shen Qingqing waved him in and asked, "Do you think I look like Yu'er?"
Meng Yuan looked at her inexplicably, then looked at Meng Qiyu who was eating bread, "Does it look like it? A little bit, but aren't all good-looking people the same?"
Shen Qingqing: "...you are really good at praising others."
Meng Yuan put down his backpack, took a piece of bread from the plate, and asked while eating: "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"My aunt said that Yu'er and I look a bit similar, and I feel similar too. Do you think it's possible that we are related?"
"The possibility is extremely slim. When I picked him up, he was wearing excellent satin material. How could a child from a poor family wear such clothes?"
Looking at the little radish devouring in front of him, Meng Yuan's thoughts instantly returned to four years ago. That day he went up to the mountains to hunt as usual. Halfway through, he suddenly heard movement in the grass. He was about to draw his bow and shoot an arrow. A little boy staggered on his feet.
The doll jumped out.
He was startled, and before he could react, someone hugged his calf.
The little baby looked at him with bright eyes, a ring of transparent saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, and called him "Daddy" one after another.
He pretended to be fierce and threatened the little baby, "Don't scream, I'm not your father."
The little baby couldn't understand the words, so he thought he was teasing himself, so he giggled and screamed even more cheerfully.
The environment in the mountains was complicated, and he couldn't bear to leave the baby behind, so he had to carry the baby and look for the irresponsible parents, but naturally he found nothing.
After a long time, he simply stopped looking. Anyway, he already had two children, and it would make no difference to have one more.
He never thought that two years later, he would be touched by another little baby in the same way. The two babies suddenly turned into four, and even he would be amused by his own baby-sucking physique.
There are so many good families in Yanghua Village, why do they chase a single man to call him daddy?
But there was nothing he could do. The father even screamed, and he couldn't bear to throw the child away, so he had to raise it in a daze.
I thought that the two children had extraordinary status, and sooner or later family members would come to visit them. However, a few years later, the children had developed feelings for each other, but no one came to claim them.
Meng Yuan described the scene at that time, "This is the specific situation. Although I don't know why they suddenly appeared in Xiaolian Mountain, what is certain is that they are not from around here."
Whose family loses its child for no apparent reason without causing a commotion? How could there be no movement at all?
Shen Qingqing nodded, "What you said makes sense, maybe I'm overthinking."
Mr. He was there to smooth things over: "Looking alike means you are destined, otherwise how could you become a family?"
Meng Qiyu nodded, "Yu'er and mother are destined to be one family!"
"Okay, we are a family!"
Shen Qingqing rubbed his chubby face and did not delve into the issue further.
Regardless of whether they are relatives or not, they are mother and son anyway. Is there any closer relationship than mother and son?
"Auntie, come and try the bread I just baked. I'll go inside and wake Feng'er and the others up. If you don't get up, breakfast will be robbed."
There are two kinds of bread, one is a croissant, which is stuffed with bean paste and has a chewy texture. Mr. He especially liked this kind of pasta and ate several in one sitting.
The other type is cloud bread, which is made of egg white and starch. It is soft and fluffy, and tastes sweet, as if biting on cotton. The kids ate it happily.
After breakfast, the family started making mooncakes, including traditional five-nut fillings, bean paste fillings, lotus seed paste fillings, the relatively new egg yolk filling, and fruit pie skin mooncakes that do not need to be baked.
The mooncake molds were carved by Meng Yuan and Shen Qingqing themselves. Flowers, leaves, piglets, rabbits... all the bells and whistles were set up on the table.
The four kids washed their hands clean and gathered around the chopping board to make mooncakes. You want a rabbit and I want a little flower. They were very noisy.
Mrs. He was struggling to maintain order beside her, "Hey, don't grab it, come Xuebao, grandma will help you roll up your sleeves."
"Yu'er, what are you doing? Why are you eating?"
Shen Qingqing leaned against the kitchen door and smiled, "It's so lively, it feels like the Chinese New Year."
In previous years, she would celebrate festivals like the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival alone, making rice dumplings and baking moon cakes by herself. Her master, a lazy man, only knew how to eat, and he would hurt her while eating: "What are you doing with all this trouble? Just make it whatever you want."
Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?”
Every time she was so angry that she wanted to punch someone and vowed not to do it again next time. As a result, she completely forgot about it by the next holiday.
There is no way, who made her a ritualistic person?
Meng Yuan answered with a smile: "It will be more lively during the Chinese New Year, with Spring Festival couplets posted, firecrackers set off, and New Year's Eve dinner..."
Shen Qingqing imagined everyone wearing new clothes to celebrate the New Year, and for the first time, she had expectations for the New Year. This chapter has been completed!