Their family was poor and they only had two meals a day. The food was very thin and they didn't have enough to eat at all.

As for my mother, she would start a small stove from time to time.

Of course, she started her own small business, and she was solely responsible for her own food, and would not give them any sons.

I remember one time he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it any longer, so he went to the kitchen to ask for a small sweet potato, but his mother beat him up.

After that, he knew clearly that his mother would not give him delicious food.

So this time, Sangua didn't want to go out and get a piece of the pie.

It's just that the fragrance is too strong, making him even hungrier.

With a determined expression on his small face, he bit his lip tightly and covered his head with a shabby quilt.

Here, Ding Xiang roasted six large sweet potatoes and also made a large pot of sweet potato syrup.

Smelling the sweet aroma of food, Ding Xiang looked at the sugar water in the pot and swallowed hard.

Suddenly he laughed silently, he really didn't expect that one day he would be in such a bad state.

But it doesn't matter. I believe that with her talent, she can get along no matter where she is.

The most important thing now is to first figure out what kind of person the original owner is.

Thinking of the thin and timid boy at home, Dingxiang felt that he was a good breakthrough point.

For such a young child, he must be very good at making tricks because he has no big ideas.

After taking two sweet potatoes from the stove and filling two bowls of sweet potato soup, Ding Xiang went out and called to the thatched house to the east.

Sangua, who was lying on the bed and counting sheep to numb himself, thought he was hearing hallucinations in his ears, so he closed his eyes tightly and hugged his little self.

After Dingxiang put the things on the table, she didn't see the boy coming for a long time. She went out and looked at the thatched house to the east in confusion.

Sangua, who was lying on the bed, suddenly heard footsteps approaching him, and his little body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Ding Xiang came to the boy's room and found that the boy was shivering. She thought he was sick, so she quickly stepped forward and lifted the quilt.

As a result, I saw the frightened expression on the boy's face, as if he had seen a ghost.

"..." Ding Xiang said she was a little speechless.

Suddenly there was a trace of embarrassment flowing in the air.

Ding Xiang thought for a long time, then slowly and almost gently said: "Son, my mother has been calling you for a long time, but you didn't hear me?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said these words, the expression on the boy's face became even more frightened, and his face turned pale.

Sangua thought to himself, it was so terrible that his mother would talk to him so loudly and even call him "son!"

In the past, if you kept your mouth shut, you would be a dead boy, a bastard, and a sick person.

When Ding Xiang saw the child's expression, she knew she had said the wrong thing and sighed silently.

"Get up, mom just made some food, go and eat some."

Unexpectedly, the boy shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, I'm not hungry. Mom, you can eat it yourself."

Mom actually asked him to eat delicious food. This, this must be a trap.

Sangua? Dingxiang thought for a while, this is probably the name of this child.

Really, quite vulgar.

Complaints are complaints, but Ding Xiang has not forgotten her purpose. Seeing that the boy is motionless, her patience is a little worn out.

"Eat as I tell you. Where did you come up with all this nonsense? Get up quickly!"

What Ding Xiang didn't know was that Sangua felt relieved when she looked like this.

Under the pressure of Lilac, his little body trembled and he slowly got up from the bed.

Seeing his unwillingness, Ding Xiang felt that she was really hungry, so she simply picked up the slow boy.

Sangua suddenly flew into the air, thinking that his mother was going to hit him again, so he was so frightened that he started struggling.

"Mom, don't hit me, don't hit Sangua, Sangua will be a good boy from now on."

"Stop moving. When did I say I was going to beat you?" Ding Xiang reached out and patted the boy's butt gently, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

After sitting the frightened boy on the stool, Ding Xiang stuffed a sweet potato into San Gua's hand.

"Hot, hot, hot!" He couldn't hold any of the three melons, and the sweet potato fell to the ground.

Looking down at the sweet potatoes on the ground, the three melons looked like they were mourning for their heirs, and thought it was over.

Ding Xiang quickly picked up the sweet potatoes on the ground, carefully peeled off the skins, and then blew on them gently.

"Okay, don't burn it anymore, let's eat."

In Sangua's shocked eyes, Dingxiang not only stuffed the sweet potato to him, but also touched his little head.

Sangua has never felt this kind of caress from her mother since she was a child.

At this moment, he forgot about fear and stared blankly at Lilac.

"Silly boy, don't just look at me. Although your mother and I are as beautiful as flowers, we can't be eaten as food." Ding Xiang joked a few words casually, and a smile appeared on her face.

When Sangua saw Ding Xiang's smile, the expression on his face became even more stunned.

My mother actually laughed.

Ever since he was little, his mother would never give him a smile, even a good look.
Chapter completed!