Especially when he looked at you with wet and shiny black eyes, Bei Yutang picked up the boy Mo, 'chirp', and kissed him heavily on his tender face.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and his little ears reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Alas, the little one is shy.

Bei Yutang couldn't help but smile on his face.

After cleaning up the boy Mo, Bei Yutang began to take care of himself. Speaking of which, she is almost the same as the boy Mozi.

Bei Yutang washed two buckets of water before washing off the strange smell.

The two of them sorted out, and the sun also set. It wasn't until the stomachs of the two of them rumbled that Bei Yutang remembered that it was time to make dinner.

Beiyutang tragically found that there was no rice in the rice tank, not even the bran rice.

Before she left, she ate the only white noodles.

"Mo'er, what did you eat in the past two days that my mother was in a coma?" Bei Yutang couldn't help asking.

Xiao Zimo took a pinch of tender wild vegetables like young leaves from a small pot, "Eat this." ”

"Is that all?" This amount is completely insufficient for the two of them.

"I'll pick it again."

"Let's go together."

Two days to the foot of the mountain between the ridges, on the edge of the ridge grew a lot of this wild vegetables. The two picked a lot of them, and when the sun went down, they returned home.

Bei Yutang looked at the pot and didn't know how to start for a while.

Xiao Zimo saw Bei Yutang's embarrassment, stepped forward smartly, rolled up his sleeves, began to wash and cut vegetables, and after the water boiled, he threw the wild vegetables into it.

Bei Yutang looked at it very seriously, and the process was simple. She made a secret note and prepared to do it herself tomorrow.

After the water boiled, Xiao Zimo filled a large bowl for Bei Yutang.

Seeing that he didn't give it to himself, Bei Yutang started to fill him with a big bowl and handed the bowl to him. The boy looked at her in surprise, and then carefully held the bowl.

Bei Yutang took a sip, and a bitter taste instantly spread among the taste buds. Bei Yutang frowned slightly, and swallowed the bitter vegetable soup in his mouth.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Xiao Zimo drinking vegetable soup and eating with relish.

There was no salt, no oil, no seasoning, only the bitter taste of wild vegetables, but he ate sweetly.

Bei Yutang looked at his thin body, and her heart was slightly touched.

Without conditions, there is no qualification to dislike.

Bei Yutang silently drank the bitter vegetable soup, the taste buds got used to the bitterness little by little, and after a bowl of vegetable soup was put down, I saw the boy Mo diligently clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

He moves skillfully, and at first glance he is used to doing these things.

"I'll do it." Bei Yutang took the dishes and chopsticks from his hand.

Xiao Zimo stood stunned and looked at her.

My mother actually took the initiative to wash the dishes.

At night, Bei Yutang laid out the sun-dried quilt, and saw Xiao Zimo walking out with a ball of tattered quilts.

"Where are you going?"

"Firewood room." The boy Mo said with those dark and bright eyes.

Bei Yutang then remembered that when the original owner Mu Zhitao was two years old, he threw him into the firewood room to sleep alone. The firewood room is ventilated at both ends, and in winter, the cold wind blows directly.

Sometimes on rainy nights, the roof leaks, and the firewood room is a place where people can't live at all, but this is the kind of place, since Xiao Zimo was two years old, all sleep there.

Bei Yutang lifted the corner of the quilt and patted the bed, "Come and sleep." ”

Xiao Zimo looked at her in astonishment.