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This situation is really worrying. I hope I won’t starve to death before I get my revenge.

Bei Yutang was eager to change her life, but she knew that she couldn't rush into anything. She had to solve the food problem first, and she couldn't let herself and Zimo starve to death.

Her body was still a little weak, and the mysterious "system" had only allowed her one day of rest. Her mission would begin tomorrow, so she couldn't do anything in that short time. She could only wait until she finished the mission and then come back to think of a solution.

After thinking about it, Bei Yutang finished the bowl of clear rice porridge. After finishing it, she opened the bedside table and searched for the dozen or so copper coins in the house.

The little boy stood aside obediently, watching his mother rummaging through boxes and cabinets with suspicion. He knew that all the good things his mother kept were in that cabinet.

Could it be that his mother suspected him of stealing something while she was unconscious? The little boy immediately recalled that a year ago, his mother had gone through the cabinet and accused him of stealing two cents from her. But he clearly hadn't taken it; she had spent the two cents herself.

Thinking of this, the little boy trembled uncontrollably and knelt down with a plop, his face pale. "Mom, Gouzi never touched that cabinet."

The little guy was so nervous and scared that he called out his old name.

Bei Yutang looked at the little guy who knelt down again, and saw the fear in his bright black eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

How vicious must this wooden peach be to terrify the little guy.

"Mo'er, get up." Bei Yutang called patiently and softly.

The little boy shrank his neck and didn't dare to get up. If his mother didn't believe him, she would beat him to death.

Seeing that he was still not getting up, Bei Yutang could only imitate Mu Zhitao's fierce attitude and said coldly, "Get up! Don't make me say it again."

When the little bun heard the familiar tone, his body trembled like a sieve. He quickly stood up and looked at her timidly with his bright black eyes.

Bei Yutang originally wanted to take out the dozen or so copper coins hidden there, but unexpectedly he found a bag of flour at the bottom of the cabinet. It was just a small bag, and Mu Zhitao must have forgotten about it.

I drank a bowl of clear soup and porridge, plus a bowl of medicine, but I still felt hungry.

Bei Yutang got out of bed, and the little boy asked nervously, "Mother, where are you going?"

Bei Yutang raised the small bag of flour in his hand and said, "Make something to eat."

This body felt a little weak, probably because of hunger. Bei Yutang walked to the kitchen according to her memory and saw that the kitchen was in a mess. There were many unwashed dishes on the stove, and a thick layer of dirt had accumulated on it.

Is it edible to eat the food made in such a dirty place?

The little boy following behind saw his mother's expression change, and his face turned pale. He said timidly, "Mom, I'll go wash the dishes now."

These days I have been busy asking people for help with medicine and taking care of my mother, so I haven't had time to clean the kitchen.

Little Baozi hurried over to pick up the dishes on the stove. Maybe he was too nervous, and his hand slipped accidentally, and the bowl fell to the ground, with pieces all over the floor.

The little boy was so frightened that he was stunned. His small body was frozen and he didn't dare to look up at Bei Yutang.

It’s over. My mother is going to beat me to death this time.

The little boy shrank his neck, closed his eyes, and waited for the stick to fall.