Bei Yutang looked at his scared and almost paralyzed appearance, and only felt that the original owner Mu Zhitao was really hateful. This is her son, and not her enemy. How could there be such a vicious mother in the world?

[This system will allow you to see more people who are a hundred times more vicious than this.] 】

The voice that suddenly sounded in his head startled Bei Yutang.

It turns out that the system hasn't gone yet.

[Once the system is bound, it will stay with the host until the host dies.] 】

This is called the ghost thing of the system, is it a mind reader? Do you know what's going on in her heart?

[This system is not called a ghost.] A mechanical, emotionless voice replied coldly.

Bei Yutang already understood that this system could spy on her mind, so she was silent.

Xiao Baozi didn't see his mother get angry for a long time, let alone wait for the stick, timidly raised his head, and secretly glanced at Bei Yutang, and saw Bei Yutang pick up the broom on the side and sweep the broken dishes aside.

My mother didn't beat him?!

Xiao Baozi was so surprised that he stood in place in a daze, watching Bei Yutang clean up the things in the kitchen. As a daughter of Houmen who comes to reach out for food and open her mouth, she has never done this kind of work, but at this moment, she has no right to be willful, no right to choose.

After a rough cleaning of the kitchen, the kitchen was just like a little bit, and a few things were done, and the body was panting.

Bei Yutang opened the bag and stopped when he looked at the flour inside.

She'd never cooked, and she didn't know what to do. Bei Yutang looked at Xiao Baozi with some embarrassment, and Xiao Baozi was still stunned there.

"Zimo, you come to cook."

Hearing Bei Yutang call him, Xiao Baozi didn't dare to hesitate. Now that his mother doesn't beat him, he will be beaten if he can't wait for a while. Now as long as he is obedient, his mother may forget about Fang Cai and stop beating him.

"What do you want to eat?" Xiao Baozi asked cautiously.

"Whatever." On this condition, everything you eat is the same.

Xiao Baozi skillfully scooped a scoop of water, poured a little water into it, and began to mix noodles. Once the dough is ready, set it aside and start the fire.

Bei Yutang stood aside and watched, looking at the small thin body, skillfully doing these things that should not have been done by him.

When the pot was hot, the small buns made the dough into a large cake and stuck it on the pan, a thin slice, which was quickly cooked, and a smell of flour wafted out of the pot.

That little flour makes six crepes in the hands of the little buns.

It's such a vegetarian bread, and it has no taste at all. If I were my former self, I wouldn't have seen it, but now when I eat it in my mouth, I feel unusually sweet.

Xiao Baozi looked at the white, fragrant dough, his eyes were full of longing, but he knew that his mother would not give him food. The little guy squatted silently in the corner, his eyelids lowered, trying to shrink his presence.

Bei Yutang saw that Xiao Baozi had been shrinking in the corner and did not move, frowning slightly, "Mo'er, come and eat cakes." ”

"Mother, I'm not hungry." The little bun didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

He was afraid, afraid that the next moment what would fall on his hands would not be bread but a slap.

The little guy was tortured like this by Mu Zhitao, and such a person is really not worthy of being a mother. Bei Yutang stepped forward and put the dough on the little guy's hand, but when he saw the wood ash on the little guy's hand, the dough did not put down.