She knelt down and hugged Hu Nuan: "Baby, remember mom told you that everyone has their own things to do."
Hu Nuan nodded: "Children have to go to school, adults have to work."
Hu Qing: "So, mom has to do her own thing and can't be with you all the time. But mom will always love you and always support you. Whenever you need mom, mom will become a superman and fly over immediately."
Hu Nuan seemed to understand but not quite.
Hu Qing: "Baby, you also have your own life. Mom hopes that you can move forward bravely, with hope in your heart and yearning for the light."
Hu Nuan couldn't understand.
"In short, mother's baby must be happy, happy, healthy and safe."
The wish of every mother who truly loves her children is so simple and humble. She wishes she could rush forward and remove all the stumbling blocks and bumps in her child's life. However, the child's growth must ultimately be done by herself.
She herself does not want to live as a vassal of her children, and also wants her children's life to be her own.
She wants to live her life as a role model for her daughter.
She said so much, but Hu Nuan only said: "I said that my mother would not agree, but the master still doesn't believe it."
Hu Qing chuckled and buried her head on Hu Nuan's shoulder: "It's better to understand my mother, baby."
Hu Nuan: "But mom can go play in the sect."
Hu Qing said casually: "Well, I will definitely go there in the future. I will also go to hold a parent-teacher conference for you."
Hu Nuan: "Then mommy needs to be pretty."
See, this is the responsibility of being a mother. Your own excellence is your child’s self-confidence.
For one day, the family of three didn't go out, they were all counting the spiritual stones.
Hu Qing's savings, after these days of huge profits in the herb market, have reached 666, of which more than 500 are huge sums of money from buying and selling herbs without capital.
What an auspicious number, it also shows how serious the private fights in the arena were in Baopingfang during this period. There will never be another opportunity to make a fortune like this.
Hu Qing also saw the gambling game next to the ring. She was so poor that she didn't even look at it. From the past until now, she didn't believe in pie in the sky.
The couple counted the spiritual stones. After counting the light ones, they counted the warm ones.
Hu Nuan's spiritual stone should be described by Hu Qing in one word: beyond reach.
He has a medium-grade spiritual stone, and, for some reason, Hu Qing always feels that the low-grade spiritual stone in Hu Nuan's hand is more refreshing and spiritual than his own.
The gap between people is really huge. Two people in one family can still be rich and poor.
Hu Qing held a medium-grade spiritual stone and felt really sore. Hu Nuan said it was given to her by her master. It was great. It was great to have a master. She also wanted to have a rich master.
She is already a child, and her spiritual faculties are half-dead. I wonder which master with a discerning eye would be able to take a liking to her.
"By the way, mom, it turns out that spiritual stones are used for cultivation." Hu Nuan held a low-grade spiritual stone and said, "I'll teach you."
Of course Hu Qing knew that spiritual stones could be used for cultivation, otherwise monks would be rushing to earn spiritual stones. She also thought about researching it, but in the end she was reluctant.
Hu Nuan meditated while holding the spirit stone. After a while, the spirit stone slowly turned gray visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into an ordinary stone.
Hu Nuan burped: "Master said, I can absorb at most one low-grade spirit stone at a time, and once a day. Mom, come and try." He threw away the stone in his hand, grabbed another and placed it in Hu Qing's hand.
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Hu Qing held the spirit stone and exercised his determination. He felt soft energy melting into his palms, walking along his limbs and finally returning to his Dantian.
One happy, it's done. One dark, how can spiritual stones compare to absorbing spiritual energy from the air for free?
"Wow, mom, you are so fast."
Hu Qing came back to her senses and found that the spirit stone in her hand had turned into a gray-white stone. She was stunned. It must have taken her less than a minute. This was too fast. Is the spirit stone so effective?
Hu Nuan changed the piece for her: "Mom, come again."
Hu Qing continued, and in less than a minute, whoosh, it was gone.
"Come again."
Whoosh, gone.
"Come again."
Whoosh, gone.
...
After ten dollars in a row, Hu Qing felt full in his meridians and even in his stomach.
It's amazing.
Hu Nuan: "Wow, mom, you can absorb ten yuan at a time. That's amazing."
Hu chuckled: "Because mom is an adult and has a big appetite."
Sad, ten yuan a time, six hundred and sixty yuan can only be used for a little over two months. Cultivation is too expensive.
Still have to make money.
Help her organize the spirit stones and put them in several places. Hu Nuan has three storage instruments, a storage bracelet on the surface, a necklace hidden in the clothes, and a button decorated on the second layer of clothes.
It's low-key and inconspicuous, and there's not a lot of space inside.
They are all refined by Qiao Yu himself.
On the one hand, Hu Qing was grateful for his attentiveness and generosity, but on the other hand, he was jealous. If one day, he could also refine these, wouldn't he want to show off? Why bother about how to practice?
"Ah, Mom, shall we have grilled seafood?"
Well?
Hu Nuan almost forgot the most important thing. He didn't even think of it when he came back last time. This time, he must not forget it, otherwise the seafood will be dead and he won't be able to eat it.
Hu Qing was stunned when she saw the scene in the spiritual pet bag. This was - a portable aquarium?
Hu Nuan sniffed: "Mom, I want to eat garlic scallops."
Hu Qing smiled: "Mom, I saw the Dubao fish, and I will steam one for you."
Hu Nuan: "..."
Hu Qing: "Another dozen of garlic vermicelli scallops."
Hu Nuan thinks it would be better if the fish is removed.
As food for giant crabs, this bag of food reserves was quite large. Hu Qing directed Hu Nuan to find a small one, wash it, pry it, cut it and steam it, and she took the first bite.
After a long time, he still didn't die: "Eat."
Hu Nuan only pulled the scallops. The scallops were so big that they were as big as her little face. The vermicelli was crystal clear and elastic, and the minced garlic was fragrant. Hu Nuan didn't squint and only fought with the shells.
Hu Qing ate the turbot fish. The fish was so big that it was divided into three large plates. As he ate it by himself, he stuffed the tender fish meat without bones into Hu Nuan's mouth.
Hu Nuan had to eat it even if she disliked it, otherwise she wouldn't be able to eat scallops.
Hu Qing couldn't understand. Since he likes to eat scallops, why doesn't he like to eat fish? Aren't they all coming out of the water?
At least I should eat some of this. I'm making seafood today. Hu Huahua hid in the west room and pretended to sleep. She couldn't smell a trace of seafood.
Hu Nuan secretly despised him. He was a useless brother who couldn't help her share the burden.
"My dear, how long will your pet bag last? How many days can they live in it? If it doesn't last long, we have to eat it quickly. I'll make more for you to take back and eat with your good friends."
Hu Nuan doesn’t know either.
Hu Qing looked at the precious seafood inside and gritted his teeth, do it!
We didn’t have much ingredients at home, so we went to the vegetable market to replenish some, and when we came back, Hu Nuan caught shrimps and crabs.
Make some shrimp paste from the shrimps. She has never done this before and doesn’t know if it will be successful. She will give it a try first. The big shrimps are grilled and steamed, and the crabs are fried. It is different from the food in the past where the aroma is wafting everywhere, making you want to eat it.
It was the woman next door, and more than a dozen households around her were subjected to inhumane torture.
They slowly gathered together after they came out, looking at the yard of Hu Qing's house and pointing.
