The screams of three women sounded outside Liuyueju, which was extremely harsh.
Murong Wan saw this and said in unison: "It's so violent!"
"I learned this from you. Don't worry, no one will dare to bully you brothers and sisters as long as I'm here in the future! Xiaobao, Bao'er, call me sister..." Xiaoxue geared up and looked at the two little guys with beautiful faces.
Showing salivation.
Her ultimate goal was to trick the two little guys into calling her mother, but the two kids seemed very shrewd and not easy to trick. It would be better to deceive their innocent feelings first and then make plans for the future.
Murong Wan and her son looked at each other and said in unison again: "I'm sick!"[
Xiaoxue's face looked ugly. She helped these brothers and sisters drive away three bad guys, but they didn't even say a word of thanks, but they actually scolded her for being sick. What part of her looks sick?
"I have never seen children who are more ignorant than you. Where can I find a fairy as kind and caring as me in this dangerous world..." Xiaoxue followed Murong and her son, chattering endlessly.
In the evening, Xiaobao went into the kitchen to cook dinner as soon as possible.
Baoer stood at the door and watched, and Xiaoxue also stood at the door and watched the beautiful boy busy in the kitchen, shaking his head and sighing: "How wonderful would it be if this was my son?"
Her words attracted Murong Wan's eyebrows.
Are you kidding? Xiaobao is her Murong Wan's son, Xiaoxue actually wants to steal her son from her?!
Those bad guys who want to take advantage of her son should be killed!
"I really can't stand it anymore." After Xiaoxue said that, she stepped into the kitchen and said, "Xiaobao, I'll cook. You go aside and watch."
She stepped forward and picked up the little guy and put it aside.
His body is not as tall as the stove, but he still has to cook. How could there be such a pitiful child?
Her compassion, which had disappeared five thousand years ago, was overflowing, and she must cook a meal full of love for these poor children without a father and a mother.
Xiaobao doesn't want to give up his position as cook because he knows his mother likes the food he cooks.
Just as he was about to step forward, Murong Wan took his little hand and said, "Xiaobao, let her go. Let her do all the housework in the future. Over time, she will find it boring and will leave on her own."
Although Xiaobao was unwilling, he still obediently returned to the hall to wait for dinner.
Not long after, Xiaoxue came out of the kitchen, carrying two dishes and one soup. Judging from the color, it seemed good.
Murong Wan took a bite first, then his eyes lit up and he praised: "The vegetable soup can be so delicious."
"Of course, it doesn't matter who cooks, I can turn rotten things into magic." Xiaoxue replied in a snoring manner, adding another large bowl of soup to Xiaobao and Murong Wan.
It's rare for a mother and her son to have someone cook something so delicious and they are very popular.
Especially when Murong Wan ate the sixth bowl of rice, Xiaoxue was amazed: "Poor Bao'er, he must have never had such a delicious meal in his whole life, right?" [
"Yes, Xiaobao and I are the most pitiful children in the world. We lost our parents just after we were born. If it weren't for Brother Maizi, we might have been snatched away by wild wolves." Murong Wan said with a long sigh and almost wiped it out.
A handful of bitter tears.
She was so good at singing and composing that she made Xiaoxue stunned for a moment: "Good boy, if I have my sister here in the future, I will never let you brothers and sisters starve and freeze. Come here, have another bowl."
She said and helped Murong Wan add another bowl of rice.
I thought Baoer would politely refuse, but unexpectedly, the little girl took over the rice bowl unceremoniously, ate heartily, and quickly finished another bowl of rice.
