I finally managed to trick my foodie son into coming over, otherwise I would have been really worried about the roast chicken in the pot.

Ye Wanying then went to the side to wash the pot and rinse the rice, and soon started cooking porridge.

After that, the mother and son sat side by side by the fire, their hands not getting tired, as they kept holding the wire to roast the chicken wings.

This doesn't need to be baked for long; you can quickly hear a clear sizzling sound.

"Idiot, hurry up and move your chicken wings back a little, or they'll all burn."

The dumpling only knew how to roast over a fire; anything else, it said, it was completely incomprehensible, and it could only anxiously look at Ye Wanying:

"Mommy, Mommy, please help Tuanzi!"

Ye Wanying reached out and grasped her precious son's two chubby hands, then pulled the wire back. One side of the chicken wing was still slightly charred, but it didn't affect the overall result.

"Okay, you can eat it when it's cooled down and not too hot."

Tuanzi happily blew on the roasted chicken wings, her cheeks puffed out, and almost every time she did so, she drooled over them.

Yes, it cools down quickly this way, so it'll be ready to eat soon.

I don't care about my own saliva!

Ye Wanying rarely paid attention to this foodie, so she threw a few sweet potatoes on the fireside to roast. There were still ten minutes until the meeting, but she didn't know if Gu Yujin could make it back in those ten minutes.

The little dumpling was probably already impatient: "Mommy, can we eat now?" she asked loudly.

"Eat up!" It's windy up here, so it shouldn't be too hot now.

........

Gu Yujin was halfway up the mountain, so tired that she wanted to collapse and sleep immediately. She walked mechanically, her slender body carrying a large bag, and her back was already involuntarily bent.

Eight minutes left... eight minutes...

I must hold on for these last eight minutes, I absolutely must!

Upon discovering a crooked tree ahead, Gu Yujin walked over and broke off a branch to use as a walking stick.

The speed has increased considerably compared to before.

The white rice porridge in the big pot was ready. Ye Wanying ladled out three bowls and left them to cool on the table. Only rice water remained in the pot.

Then I washed the pot and prepared to stir-fry the cabbage.

By this time, Tuanzi had finished eating the two chicken wings, and her whole face was covered in black smears.

After Ye Wanying finished washing the pot, she saw her son Hua Mao's face and waved to him: "Come here and wash your face."

How did they even eat that? They're completely shameless; why is there food all over their forehead? Ye Wanying was very skeptical.

Well, such a difficult move can only be understood intuitively and cannot be explained in words.

The little dumpling stood obediently by the water, eyes closed, letting his mom wash his face: "Mmm, Mommy, it's so cool..."

The water in the mountains is naturally warm in winter and cool in summer. At this time, it is not yet winter, so it is naturally cooler than the water outside.

"Alright, alright, go put your coat on, okay?"

Tuanzi then opened her eyes and nodded, "Mmm!"

But then, he suddenly noticed a figure not far away, and his eyes widened in surprise:

"Uncle? Mommy, Mommy, how did Uncle become a beggar?"

Well, Gu Yujin's current appearance is indeed somewhat indescribable.

His camouflage was almost completely dyed green, his shoes were covered in yellow dust, and his face was so black that only his eyes were visible.

If Tuanzi hadn't remembered this uncle so well, she probably wouldn't have recognized him.

Ye Wanying glanced at her watch; three seconds had passed, so it was considered acceptable.