The Little Lucky Treasure: My Space Makes Me Invincible in the Famine

A scientific research genius girl transmigrates into a newborn baby!

Her father and five elder brothers, along with their five nephews, are all geared up: We must spoil her!

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Chapter 438 Mother, listen.

Sister-in-law Chi was extremely weak and dizzy, but she couldn't help but laugh when she heard her youngest son's words.

"Yes, Mother's immortality is the most powerful; it can even protect Mother."

The sickly Mrs. Chi had a pale and frail face, but gentle eyes.

She seemed more delicate than usual, making one want to protect her.

"Mom, is it good?"

"Mmm, it tastes good."

Sister-in-law Chi nodded repeatedly.

Her heart was filled with warmth at the sight of her two adorable and filial children.

His eyes kept darting between the two children.

Thank goodness she survived, otherwise what would have happened to the two children?

No matter how wonderful the mountains are, he's still a man, and he's not that meticulous in taking care of children.

So for the sake of the children, I must persevere.

"Mom, you look so tired. I'll read you a story, and you can get some sleep, okay?"

The little padlock is so gentle.

His tone was mild and his expression gentle.

This child doesn't resemble Chi Dashan at all; he looks more like Chi Erchuan!

They don't look that alike, but their every move and the expression between their brows are truly similar.

"That's great, little lock, do you want to tell your mother a story?"

"Um."

"I want to too, I want to talk too."

Changsheng's eyes darted around, and they began to scramble for it.

Little Lock didn't argue with him: "Then you tell the story today, and I'll tell it tomorrow."

"good!"

Changsheng immediately beamed with joy and began telling stories to his mother.

He couldn't recognize all the characters in the storybook, and he stammered when he spoke.

In the end, it was Little Lockhead who told the story.

Xiao Suotou spoke slowly and in a calm tone.

It felt like a gentle afternoon breeze, with warm sunlight bathing you and the sounds of insects and birds filling the air.

It feels so good.

When I was little, you sang nursery rhymes to lull me to sleep.

Now that you're all grown up, it's my turn to put you to sleep.

Mother, listen.