Bei Yutang raised his hand and patted away the dust on his body. looked at the clothes she was wearing, and sighed slightly in her heart, it seemed that she was trying to find a way to make money.

She took Xiao Zimo's hand, "Go home." ”

The kid Mo looked up in surprise.

Mother, I didn't beat him.

It took more than an hour to return from the town to the village, and by the time I got home, it was already sunset.

The boy Mo made a fire, and Beiyutang washed vegetables and cooked.

The millet rice has not yet come out of the pot, and the smell of rice is already wafting in the kitchen. Beiyutang boiled Chinese cabbage in water, sprinkled a little salt in it, and there was no other auxiliary seasoning, so it could only be so.

After the rice came out of the pot, Xiao Zimo's eyes were straight, but he quickly turned his head and lowered his head. This millet rice is not something he can eat, and his mother did not prepare his dinner today, so he can only drink water.

The boy Mo drooped his little head and stood silently in the corner of the wall without saying a word.

Bei Yutang was feeling strange, why didn't he hear the voice of the boy Zimo, and when he turned his head, he saw that the little guy was like a puppy that had been discarded, squatting pitifully in the corner.

Looking at his lonely background, Bei Yutang inexplicably felt a burst of sadness.

Bei Yutang remembered that every time Mu Zhitao ate something delicious, he never had a share of Xiao Zimo, even if she threw it away, she wouldn't give it to him.

When Xiao Zimo was very young, he would quarrel and ask for it, but every time he was beaten by Mu Zhitao, after a long time, Xiao Zimo no longer dared to ask her what she wanted to eat.

I can only stand in the corner every time, and I can't watch Mu Zhitao eat and drink there alone. Sometimes, if he looks at it for a long time, he will get a beating and scolding from Mu Zhitao.

Over time, every time there is something delicious, the little guy will hide in the corner and wrap himself, so that Mu Zhitao can't see it, and he won't hit him.

This pattern has become a habit. As long as there is something delicious, the little guy does not dare to appear in the field of vision of Mu no Tao.

The more Bei Yutang thought about it, the more angry she became, if Mu Zhitao was here, she would definitely go up to Haibian and the woman for a beating.

"Mo'er, come here."

Hearing his mother's call, the boy Mo's body shook unconsciously.

Mother, he didn't look at it, he really didn't see it.

The boy Mo said in his heart, but the reality was that he didn't dare to say a word, and walked to Bei Yutang's side tremblingly. Bei Yutang stuffed a bowl of millet rice into the little guy's hand.

Xiao Zimo's eyes widened, looking at the things in his hand with a look of surprise.

Bei Yutang looked at the little guy standing there stunned, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and eat, and my mother will give it to you after eating." ”

"Mother, is this really for me?" The longing in Xiao Zimo's eyes and the long-term fear of the original owner are contradictory, and through those clear and innocent eyes, her heart is soft.

"Well, Mo'er will give you as much as she wants." Bei Yutang looked at the look on his face, and his heart was slightly sour, "Hurry up and eat, if you don't eat your mother, you will have to take it back." ”

The half-joking words were completely different in the ears of the little one, and he took her words seriously, afraid that his mother would take back the millet rice that he had finally given him, and devour it with great gusto.

Bei Yutang was taken aback by his actions, and hurriedly poured him a glass of water, "Eat slowly, my mother won't rob you." ”

The boy kept moving, still eating in a hurry.