She reached out to block the little Buddha's gaze: "Go and start the fire, Mother will make you some new food."

Lu Futu nodded. He ate the pancakes he had made himself, and even now he still felt a bit unwell in his stomach. He hadn't felt uncomfortable eating wild vegetable dumplings at home before, which had no oil at all.

After eating refined grains for only a few days, he found it difficult to accept the change in diet. He changed and became more delicate.

Su Jiaoniang looked at Doctor Liu and said jokingly, "You really know how to stir up trouble. My child is too smart and learns everything quickly. If your casual remark leads the child astray, I'll never forgive you."

Doctor Liu suppressed his smile, realizing his behavior was inappropriate. At his age, he was arguing with a young woman. All his lifelong cultivation of composure had been ruined by a single ginseng root.

Reflect on your actions and apologize to Su Jiaoniang.

Finally, he repeated, "If you want to raise this little bald guy, raise him well; if you don't want to raise him, get rid of him as soon as possible. You should know that risk and wealth are always proportional."

"Doctor Liu, do you know the child's origins?" Su Jiaoniang thought of the clothes the child was wearing. Not only was the fabric expensive, but the edges and corners were also sewn with gold thread. Gold thread was not something that ordinary merchants could afford.

In addition, the patterns on the sachets and pouches worn by children, if placed in later times, would not be anything special, and anyone could use them. However, in this era, unless one's status was worthy of such a thing, apart from actors on the stage, who would dare to wear such things on their body?

This is indeed a big problem.

Su Jiaoniang wasn't too worried. If Changsheng's identity was truly so wealthy, as long as he didn't forget that she had saved him, he wouldn't just watch Xiao Futu become a eunuch.

She didn't know how much she could change the original plot, nor did she know if the world would forcibly correct it. She tried her best to lay the groundwork for her child, and it was right for her son to meet some wealthy and influential people with decent character.

The path of a major villain is always full of twists and turns; a simple life of farming and dying in a village is unlikely to be fulfilling.

Su Jiaoniang saw Doctor Liu off and returned to her room. She glanced at Xiao Changsheng and said, "I will prepare more food for you in the future, but greasy food is not good for your health. You should continue with clear soup and side dishes."

? ? ?

Gu Changsheng looked completely bewildered.

Dr. Liu told her that if she took good care of him and served him well, she would become rich and have everything she could want in the future.

Why am I only allowed to eat bland food now?

"I want to eat meat, braised meat, a deep reddish-brown color that looks glistening." Gu Changsheng, emboldened by his own audacity, began to choose his own food.

Su Jiaoniang glanced meaningfully at the child on the bed. She didn't care how much the child ate; with just over two taels of silver a month, she could afford to raise him. However, an injured person was still an injured person, and an injured person had to act like an injured person. It was impossible for him to eat meat or fish.

And since he's bald, he has to eat a lighter diet.

Su Jiaoniang went out of the room, braised the meat that was hanging in the well, and also made a dish of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, green vegetables and tofu, and cooked a pot of white rice, which she then placed in the main room.

Upon seeing the braised pork, Gu Changsheng kept swallowing, a behavior somewhat out of character for his dignified persona.

But who can endure being a vegetarian for so long?

The little girl replaced the burnt pancake in her hand with a white steamed bun. She broke the bun open and found a piece of tender braised pork inside, along with a few pieces of green vegetables, and then added some stir-fried pork with chili peppers. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and stuffed the meat-filled steamed bun into her mouth.

Satisfied and happy.

With a thin layer of oil on his lips, Gu Changsheng, leaning against the bed, smelled the aroma, especially the dishes cooked with chili peppers, the fragrance so strong that even the neighbor's children would drool.

When he saw Su Jiaoniang serve out a bowl of vegetarian dishes and a bowl of white rice, his eyes widened.

"I don't want to eat this." Pushing away the bland food, Xiao Changsheng's face drooped, filled with despair.

Su Jiaoniang said with a smile, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Go hungry."

After saying that, the family of three sat down at the small table and ate meat heartily, feeling happy and satisfied. Especially with a gluttonous person next to them, their happiness instantly exploded.

Gu Changsheng leaned against the bed, watching Su Jiaoniang eat meat bite by bite, watching the plate of meat slowly empty, watching the little girl pour the soup into the bowl and mix it with rice, eating it in big mouthfuls until her little belly bulged out, she ate her fill.

At this moment, Gu Changsheng on the bed finally realized that he was not worthy of eating meat at all.

It wasn't even served with broth.

Su Jiaoniang, who was washing dishes, walked to the bedside and reached out to put the small table away.

Starvation or bowing down?

Gu Changsheng, disregarding all pride, chose to bow his head.

White rice, vegetables, and tofu are also good; at least they can fill your stomach.

In this place, he had no relatives or friends, no money, no hair to exchange for cash, and even strangers who wanted to assassinate him. He had no choice at all; he was utterly miserable.

A mouthful of white rice, a bite of green vegetables—only what's inside your stomach is truly yours. Suddenly, this thought popped into Gu Changsheng's mind.

He ate faster and faster, finished the large bowl of white rice, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Little Ya stared at Gu Changsheng's belly for a while, then ran to Su Jiaoniang's side with her little legs: "Mommy, Brother Changsheng is eating so much!"

"Mother, we can't afford to raise Brother Changsheng anymore."

"Mommy, Brother Changsheng is so good at pooping! Let's raise pigs! We can eat food, and the pigs can eat poop. We can even eat pork during the New Year!" the little girl said, her round eyes full of longing.

Su Jiaoniang didn't have a good appetite at the moment.

Why does a child keep talking about not pooping during a perfectly normal mealtime?

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