"mother……"

“Come with me!” Su Jiaoniang said.

Fu Tu nodded and sent his men to report.

He followed behind Su Jiaoniang, who went to the clinic and brought Xiao Ya and Feng Yuwei to the inn.

He glanced at the blood on the Buddha's body and told him to wash himself clean.

When Futu changed his clothes and came out.

Su Jiaoniang didn't ask why Futu had become the killing god he was now. She only said, "You and he are really bold, playing such big games behind my back."

"Mother!" Futu smiled, revealing her small, white teeth.

"If Mother doesn't like Futu's way, Futu will stop killing people in the future," the little guy said in a soft, deceptive tone.

Su Jiaoniang was the first to disbelieve it.

They want the pagoda to not kill people.

That's tantamount to making her unpatriotic.

How could that be!

so……

It's just letting the Buddha kill those who deserve to be killed.

He glanced at the pagoda: "This world has become clear, there are no more duckweeds in the world, and you can see the color of the sky at a glance. What do you think?"

“Mother, you are naive. There will never be a shortage of people in this world who deserve to die. Don’t worry, I will not be controlled by killing. I know what I am doing.”

When Futu spoke, his words were already very mature.

Xiao Ya pursed her lips.

Her large eyes stared at the pagoda; she seemed to not recognize the person in front of her.

Even though he's her twin brother, she feels like he's so far away from her.

However……

This person is his older brother, so why are they so far away?

If he's far away, she can just go closer to him.

She said, "Brother, Xiaoya will keep you company!"

Futu's cold heart instantly warmed up.

Yes, as long as he has Xiaoya and his mother, he can suppress his sharp edges and become an ordinary child, playing in the mud with Xiaoya and playing house with her.

But if you want your family to be more complete, these are not enough!

Su Jiaoniang stared at Futu, then reached out and patted his head: "Go take a nap, and Mommy will make you something to eat, like dumplings, okay?"

"Good!" Futu was completely relieved.

His mother did not scold him.

I don't think these things are wrong.

I'm just worried that if he kills too much, he'll become fearless of life.

Mother is so good!

Little Ya is so nice!

Seeing the family enjoying themselves so happily, Feng Yuwei suddenly felt a little lonely as a lone individual.

Of course, this feeling only lasts for a moment.

He yearned for a free and unrestrained life. This feeling was especially strong after experiencing countless life-and-death situations.

If one day, the little girl graduates from her apprenticeship.

He no longer needs to teach them.

He traveled to every corner of the world to see its scenery.

If possible, you could also teach the children.

He teaches as he goes.

He took along those who were willing to travel and study with him.

If you have no choice but to stay, you can remain in the area.

Feng Yuwei felt that his future was also very romantic.

Happiness and romance come in all forms, and there's no need to talk about others being lonely and isolated when everyone is enjoying themselves.

There's no need for those who are lonely and romantic to feel bitter about raising kids, thinking they're like old mothers.

Life is full of choices, with all its joys and sorrows.

Feng Yuwei walked back to his room.

Fu Tu's gaze fell on him.

He felt that Mr. Feng had undergone a significant transformation in that instant.

He leaned against the bed and closed his eyes.

The little girl took off her shoes and lay down next to him.

She grabbed his hand and said, "Mommy took me to find you secretly, and we even went to see you secretly. There was another woman with Godfather. Mommy is angry, so don't go see him."

The little girl chattered away, and Futu's mood improved as he listened, knowing that his beloved mother had secretly visited him after arriving here.

I feel much better now.

As for that dispensable woman, she's dispensable anyway, so naturally she's not very important.

He looked out the window.

He was very familiar with this road, and one day when he passed by it, he felt as if someone was watching him.

Of course, he turned around but didn't see it.

Looking back now, it must have been his mother watching over him that day.

He looked cold and aloof back then, the kind of look his mother didn't like.

I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Su Jiaoniang bought chives and tofu from outside.

Chives, eggs, and minced meat are indispensable.

Also, some tofu and mushroom filling.

Choose the right vegetables and knead the dough.

One person rolls out the dumpling wrappers, while the other pinches the filling into the wrappers.

One by one, plump dumplings appeared in my palm.

The cook noticed Su Jiaoniang's quick and efficient movements.

A sigh escaped: "If the shopkeeper hadn't mentioned you had a position at the Ministry of Agriculture, we would have all thought you were here to steal work. You make such beautiful dumplings!"

As the chef spoke, he helped Su Jiaoniang make a few.

After busying himself for a while, he approached Su Jiaoniang again and said, "I heard that you lost your wife early and are raising your child alone. I have a distant relative who is an older unmarried woman. I'll try to mediate for you."

"No, no, that's not necessary," Su Jiaoniang shook her head.

She doesn't have that much meat.

You can't just marry any wife.

Upon hearing Su Jiaoniang's words, the chef did not press the matter further but instead changed the subject and continued rambling.

From chili peppers to garlic, and then to how important scallions are.

For a chef, chatting with people is never as much as his job.

Although Su Jiaoniang wasn't a professional chef, she still knew how to cook.

And so, the conversation can continue.

Boil the dumplings in the pot, then scoop them out.

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