It's obviously not as good as the previous one.

"Brother Shaoxing, are you back?"

Song Mingshan stood at the door and watched Zhang's mother get out of the car, with the three children following closely behind.

Zhang Shaoxing simply ignored her.

Song Mingshan was a little embarrassed and hurried to pull the three children.

"Xiaozhi, Xiaoan, Xiaoming, you must be starving. I bought your favorite egg cakes. Come in and have a try."

She had an ingratiating smile on her face.

Knowing that the Zhang family’s house was burned down this time, she did have an unshirkable responsibility.

"Don't you know that my brother and I are allergic to eggs? And you bought us egg cakes. How can you be so vicious, woman?"

The young boss Zhang Zezhi said expressionlessly.

Zhang Shaoxing also looked over.

Song Mingshan stood there in a daze, looking a little helpless.

"I'm sorry, I, I don't know..."

"Huh, you don't know? I see you know everything. It's obvious that since you didn't burn us to death, you came up with another way to kill my three grandsons!"

Zhang's mother is the type who adds fuel to the fire.

"Brother Shaoxing..." Song Mingshan looked at Zhang Shaoxing for help, hoping that he could say something for her.

"Okay, mom, you just got out of the hospital, don't get angry again."

As expected, Zhang's mother stopped talking. Song Mingshan breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time cast a grateful look towards Zhang Shaoxing.

She knew that Brother Shaoxing would not completely ignore her.

No matter what, they are husband and wife now, and since they are husband and wife, they are destined to spend their lives together.

No matter how deep the love between them as mother and son is, that old immortal will die before her.

So I am the final winner!

"Shanshan, the children are hungry. Go and cook them a bowl of noodles."

Zhang Shaoxing gave orders in a tone just like he was giving orders to a servant.

Song Mingshan was a little confused.

She stirred her skirt and said, "Brother Shaoxing, didn't we have an auntie who cooked for the children?"

"You know I'm not very good at cooking, and I don't know what they like to eat. What if..."

"Xiao Ming likes everything his stepmother makes!"

Before Song Mingshan finished her words, the third child, Zhang Zeming, spoke up.

He suddenly ran over and hugged Song Mingshan's thighs enthusiastically.

She raised her innocent and lovely little face and said, "Dad said that you will be our mother from now on. My mother used to be the best at making plain noodles. You must be able to do it, right?"

Song Mingshan felt that these words were strange, but she didn't know what was strange about them.

I wanted to refuse, but suddenly I thought that this was an opportunity for me to redeem myself.

So he took a deep breath and agreed.

He even touched the third child's head in a very gentle manner, and said with a smile: "Of course!"

Although the word "stepmother" made her very unhappy, the third child was the youngest and the easiest one to fool.

If we take him down, it will be much easier to deal with the remaining two children.

"Can you put two drops of sesame oil in my noodles later?" The third child's eyes sparkled.

She said, "Sesame oil is very expensive. My grandma didn't let me eat too much of it before. Only my mom would be willing to give me more."

Song Mingshan was stunned.

Put sesame oil in the noodles?

What is this weird taste?

However, when Song Mingshan heard the children say that the Zhang family was reluctant to give them even a few drops of sesame oil, her maternal instinct immediately took over and she patted her chest to make a promise.

"Okay, I'll give it to you in a minute. From now on, as long as I'm around, you can have as much sesame oil as you want!"

look.

He is still just a child after all.

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