After Qian Chunhua finished speaking, he ignored Li Cuihong and Zhao Qingyun and went straight into the room.

"Mom." Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling shouted happily when they saw Qian Chunhua coming in.

They also knew what happened that night. They were six and three years old, and although they didn't understand much, they still knew some common sense.

Hearing that Zhao Qingsong was their biological brother, the two kids were extremely excited. Compared with Zhao Qingyun, they liked Zhao Qingsong more.

Zhao Qingsong saw Qian Chunhua, smiling foolishly and not daring to speak. He was afraid that he would wake up from this dream.

Qian Chunhua smiled and said, "Silly child, call me mother."

Zhao Qingsong called softly, "Mom."

Qian Chunhua walked forward and gently hugged Qingsong, then touched his head, "Good son."

Thinking about the three children who didn’t have enough dinner, especially Zhao Qingsong, whose dinner was not even on the table.

Qian Chunhua asked them to wait for a moment and went to Zhao Qingyun's former room next door. He took out ten meat buns from the space box, put them on a plate in the space box, and then took out four boxes of milk and brought them into the room together.

"Come, come and eat the buns." Qian Chunhua looked at the three children in front of him with a smile.

Without those disgusting people like Zhao Yongqiang, all I have to do is take care of my three children and raise them into adults.

Living here is only temporary. When there is a suitable opportunity in the future, I will move to the county town or buy a piece of land in the village, renovate the house and then move again.

"Mom, there are buns to eat again?" Zhao Qingfeng opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

Qian Chunhua teased him: "What? Are you tired of eating? Don't want to eat anymore?"

Zhao Qingfeng shook his head repeatedly and said in a baby voice: "How is it possible? I will never get tired of eating it for my whole life."

Qingsong and Xiaoling also smiled and said, "Meat buns, how can you get tired of them?"

There were ten big buns. Zhao Qingsong and Zhao Xiaoling ate three each, and Zhao Qingfeng and Qian Chunhua ate two each.

After eating and drinking, Qian Chunhua went to the well in the backyard to fetch some water and simply wiped the children's hands and faces.

Now that we have broken off the relationship, Qian Chunhua won't go into the kitchen over there. There is no hot water, so we can only make do with cold water.

Qian Chunhua looked at the three children in front of him and happily suggested: "Why don't the four of us sleep together tonight?"

Zhao Qingfeng: "Okay."

Zhao Xiaoling: "Okay."

Zhao Qingsong smiled even more happily: "But..., is it okay?"

Qian Chunhua rubbed Zhao Qingsong's head and said, "What's wrong with that? We are a family."

Qian Chunhua and Zhao Qingsong brought the mattress and quilt from the next room over.

Taking this opportunity, Qian Chunhua also took out the large quilt from last night from the space, and used the excuse that it was the quilt that had been in the next room.

The two kids didn't know anything about their family's situation, and Zhao Qingsong had just been born that night, so he had no idea. Qian Chunhua had taken out this thick quilt openly.

Qian Chunhua put the mattress on the bed, Zhao Qingsong and Zhao Qingfeng covered themselves with the original quilt from the next room, and Qian Chunhua and Zhao Xiaoling covered themselves with last night's quilt.

The big quilt was placed on top of these quilts.

Zhao Xiaoling: "It's so warm, just like the warmth in my dream last night."

Qian Chunhua smiled. Girls are thoughtful and sensitive.

The four of them, mother and her two children, were so excited that they couldn't sleep for a while.

Qian Chunhua: "Tomorrow morning we will go to the clan to revise the family tree. From now on we will have nothing to do with the eldest family."

Qian Chunhua didn't want to raise these children to be naive, so she told them everything they needed to know.

Zhao Qingfeng: "Mom, what do you mean it doesn't matter?"

Qian Chunhua: "You can keep your title the same, but no matter what they ask you to do, you can refuse if you don't want to do it."

Zhao Qingsong: "Mom, they can't beat me anymore?"

Qian Chunhua felt a pain in his heart. His previous life had caused too much harm to Qingsong.

"Yes, they can't beat you or scold you anymore. You are my child. If they beat you or scold you, tell me and I will definitely not let them go."

Qian Chunhua pulled the quilt up for his two sons and covered them under their chins: "Are you cold?"

Zhao Qingfeng smiled so hard that his eyes almost narrowed into slits: "It's not cold."

Zhao Qingsong completely relaxed, "Mom, I'm not cold either. This is the warmest day of my life."