Su Jiaoniang transmigrated into a book, becoming the mother of the big villain from an ancient melodrama—a paranoid, ruthless, and sadistic man.
In the book, the big villain is a notoriously ...
Su Jiaoniang walked out of the Sinong Temple with a smile.
Take a look at the little pagoda that has secretly grown taller.
The children who are growing taller are getting thinner.
Looking at her slender arms and legs, Su Jiaoniang said, "Well done! I'll cook you a big meal when we get home!"
Su Jiaoniang had not yet realized the change in her mindset. At first, she did not want Futu to get involved in fighting, but now she was happy after being helped by Futu.
Of course, even if they found out, they wouldn't care.
This life's Buddha grows up in love and being loved.
How could someone like that turn bad?
Unless, all the care suddenly disappears.
The two walked back to the inn.
This was the first time Futu had walked from the main gate into the inn, which made the innkeeper and waiter tremble with fear, their faces turning white.
"How did a little killing god end up here?"
"Who...who is he going to kill?"
"We won't kill anyone, don't be afraid, we're just here for a meal." Su Jiaoniang had very good hearing and overheard the innkeeper's young man talking to the waiter.
I found it amusing, yet tinged with a faint sadness. Such a good child, bearing the title of "God of Slaughter" entirely for the sake of the country's stability, but...
Forget it, what do ordinary people at the bottom of society know?
They can eat and drink their fill and not cause trouble.
They have already done their job.
Why make things difficult for the rest of them!
She replied with a smile.
Futu thought for a moment, then smiled and looked at the shopkeeper with his extremely cute little face.
Good heavens, the shopkeeper is even more scared this time!
I'm not afraid of the God of Death suddenly killing someone, as long as I'm not the one who's stupid.
But he was afraid of the God of Death smiling at him, always feeling that he was holding back a big move, and always feeling that there would be more to the story.
The shopkeeper watched as Futu walked upstairs.
They only breathed a sigh of relief when their small bodies were out of sight.
He said to the waiter, "Send upstairs a table of our best and most delicious dishes, so that the people inside don't have a bad time!"
"Huh..." Delivering food to the little killing god.
What if once I go up, I won't have a chance to come down?
Xiao Er's mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't react at all.
The shopkeeper tapped him on the head: "Do you want to take the money home and get the cook to prepare some food?"
"Okay!" the waiter said dryly.
They walked towards the kitchen.
The cook heard that the food was made for the little killer.
My hands started trembling.
Those with bad tempers and power can easily have their heads chopped off if they're not careful.
Did he receive this treatment today?
Waaaaah, sob sob, the crying grew louder and louder.
My hands are so weak from chopping vegetables that I can't even hold the knife properly.
Su Jiaoniang went downstairs and saw the cook sobbing and crying.
A look of confusion flashed in her eyes. Why are you crying?
Could it be that someone in the family is terminally ill? Is it a matter of life and death, or has his wife run off with someone else?
No matter what problems you encounter, you have to cheer up.
Su Jiaoniang went over, wanting to offer some comfort.
Hearing the cook and helper crying, she realized she was supposed to cook for the little devil, but her hands wouldn't obey her commands, sob sob sob...
Su Jiaoniang decided to withdraw; let her cry if she wanted to!
They were actually afraid of the small stupa.
The blindness is too severe.
Su Jiaoniang picked up the kitchen knife and began preparing the meal.
The knife made a rhythmic sound as it hit the cutting board. Since the four of them couldn't eat too much, Su Jiaoniang prepared four dishes and a soup and carried them back to her room.
Feng Yuwei was also in the room at that moment.
He smelled strongly of herbs.
I've been leaving early and returning late every day these past few days.
Feng Yuwei glanced at Su Jiaoniang from time to time. After hesitating for a long time, he asked, "Madam Su, is it really possible for rice to yield 1,000 kilograms per mu?"
"some!"
Su Jiaoniang nodded.
“I’ve seen it before!” Seeing the seriousness and expectation in Feng Yuwei’s eyes, she added.
Upon hearing these words, Feng Yuwei's weariness faded. He knew the person in front of him somewhat and knew that she would never stoop to saying anything deceitful.
Perhaps in a few years, we will actually be able to see that thing.
Teachers will have a better interest in continuing to live!
The aroma of food filled the room.
The little girl was playing with a string in her hand, along with the Buddha statue.
Cat's cradle is a lot of fun.
This thing brought people a lot of joy when there were no video games or handheld game consoles.
Cat's cradle, beanbag toss, jump rope, etc...
These are all very interesting ways to play.
With the announcement that dinner was ready, the group sat down together.
After the meal, Futu leaned slumped against the bed, no longer displaying the upright posture he usually maintained.
He looked at Su Jiaoniang: "Mother, he already knows you're living here, and he'll probably come back to bother you in the next couple of days!"
"Um!"
Su Jiaoniang wasn't very surprised.
If Lu Wujiu can't guess her whereabouts or find her trace.
Then she should be surprised.
When Xiao Ya heard Fu Tu's words, her eyes immediately lit up.
She still really likes and looks forward to her husband.
Knock knock knock!
A knocking sound suddenly rang out.
The little girl's eyes lit up even more, and she went to open the door barefoot.
When she saw that it was the waiter carrying a food box coming over, half of the smile on her face disappeared.
The waiter stammered, "The manager told me to bring over some good wine and food!"
Su Jiaoniang got up, placed the contents of the food box on the table, and let Xiao Er live.
The waiter was relieved, but Su Jiaoniang was worried.
The food in the container was still warm; it must have just come out of the pot.
The chef is so slow! They're already full!
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