Gu An'an walked home happily.

Jiang Mingxu, who was guarding the gate, saw the people returning and shouted from afar, "Mother is back."

Jiang Mingyi, who was reading a well-worn book inside the house, subconsciously put the book down and stood up.

This action drew a sidelong glance from Jiang Mingzhu, who was standing nearby.

My brother is really different now.

He wouldn't have been so impatient before.

Bao'er, however, was so sleepy from listening to the reading that she just wanted to fall asleep. Suddenly, she heard her older brother shout, and the little girl's eyes widened immediately. "Big brother, the Empress is back!"

Jiang Mingyi corrected her very seriously, "Silly sister, it's 'mother,' not 'empress.'"

Bao'er chuckled, "What delicious food is Your Majesty making for Bao'er?"

The young man was somewhat helpless; let her shout whatever she wanted.

Fearing that his little sister might accidentally fall and hurt herself, Jiang Mingyi put down his book and went outside.

As soon as he stepped out of the main room, he saw Gu An'an holding his younger brother and kissing him on the cheek. "Did you scare my third son? Didn't I tell you, it's okay?"

Jiang Mingxu wiped the drool off his face with his sleeve with disgust, but buried his head in Gu An'an's neck and said, "Why are you so cold?"

How could it not get cold?

On the way there, you could ride in an oxcart, but on the way back, you had to rely entirely on your own two legs.

Gu An'an felt a chill on her clothes, and fearing it would affect the two children, she quickly put Jiang Mingxu down, kissed Bao'er again, and led the two children, one on each side, into the house.

There was a broken iron basin in the room, with firewood burning inside, so it was still somewhat warm.

Jiang Mingzhu was sewing clothes there. She was from a poor family and had to learn to be independent early. She had started sewing and mending her own clothes a couple of years ago, since Gu An'an never did this for them.

As she was drawing the thread, suddenly the light in front of her brightened, and Jiang Mingzhu was taken aback when she saw the oil lamp placed beside her.

"Needlework is hard on the eyes, so it has to be bright. Otherwise, what if I go blind?"

Jiang Mingzhu was taken aback. The half-finished garment in her hand was taken away by Gu An'an. "The stitches aren't fine enough. But you're still young, so there's no rush to learn this."

The pretty girl is not yet nine years old. Her birthday is on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and she will only turn nine years old during the Spring Festival.

Children this age should be carefree elementary school students.

Gu An'an was filled with emotion as she sewed along the fabric, and soon she discovered the problem—

She sewed the cloth shut.

That's a bit awkward.

He quickly untied the wires, and after all that work, it was already dark outside.

The sound of reading inside the room grew fainter and fainter, replaced by the rumbling of stomachs.

Jiang Mingxu was initially the most cautious, but now he's also the most shameless, tugging at Gu An'an's arm and acting coquettishly, "Mom, look, Bao'er's eyes are practically glowing green with hunger, shouldn't we eat?"

The one with green eyes is a wolf.

Gu An'an poked the little boy's forehead, "Is Bao'er hungry or are you hungry?"

“It’s all the same.” Jiang Mingxu pulled her up and headed to the kitchen. “Mom, what shall we eat? How about noodles again? The noodles you made for lunch were so delicious. I’ve never had such good noodles before.”

"You're still so young. You'll have plenty of good food to eat in the future."

The Ghost Doctor, the Third Young Master Ming, has healed countless people and killed countless others, but he never heals himself.

Countless people in the martial arts world, who merely glanced at him out of curiosity, became the victims of his silver needles.

And that Third Young Master Ming is destined never to appear.

Gu An'an pinched her youngest son's cheek. "We'll have porridge for dinner, and I'll roast sweet potatoes for you."

I don't eat noodles, but roasted sweet potatoes are fine too.

The sweet potatoes my mom roasted before were so sweet, soft, and delicious.

Jiang Mingxu, like a happy little chick, said, "Then I'll start the fire."

"Be careful, or you'll burn your hair." Gu An'an is someone who values ​​the division of labor in the family, but that doesn't mean she'd argue with a five-year-old child about that.

"Call your older brother and sister to come and help me with the fire."

This is what children should be doing.

Jiang Mingxu nodded repeatedly and stumbled into the house.

Can this child's foot be cured?

I can't live like this forever.

Although minor flaws are common in fine jade, she really wanted to make do.

Dinner was rice porridge. Gu An'an made her own seasoning with fermented soybean paste, soy sauce, and vinegar. She also cut the tofu she had cooked with pork cracklings at noon into thin strips and made some pickled vegetables to go with it.

In addition, each child received a roasted sweet potato. Although it didn't taste very meaty, it still filled the group of children's stomachs.

After the meal, Jiang Mingyi put down his chopsticks and saw Zhu'er looking at him.

He was momentarily confused. "Aren't you full?"

Jiang Mingzhu shook her head.

Jiang Mingyi was puzzled. His gaze fell on Gu An'an, who had already put down her chopsticks, and then he realized that she was supposed to wash the pot herself.

The young man looked at the bowls, chopsticks, and plates of all sizes, took a deep breath, and collected them one by one, carrying them to the kitchen.

A wise person stays away from the kitchen.

But now that he's under someone else's roof, he doesn't have much to worry about.

Jiang Mingyi comforted himself in this way.

As he struggled with the dried-out pot while holding a loofah sponge, a familiar voice came from behind him, "Are Mingxu and Bao'er really siblings?"

The loofah in the young man's hand fell to the bottom of the pot. After a moment, he picked it up. "Why do you ask that?"

The reason I asked that is because something felt off.

These four children don't look like Grandma Jiang at all, nor do they resemble Jiang Cuicui and Jiang Xiaofei, the siblings.

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