The food Ruan Ruan Ruan Ruan gave solved the immediate problem, but it would not last for a few days. Instead of waiting and eating up all the food, it would be better to reach Qingzhou as soon as possible.
The mother and her two children huddled together on the soft couch in the carriage. The weather was cold and there was nothing else to keep warm, so they could only use each other's body temperature to keep warm.
“Bang, bang!”
Zhao Yong's stomach was growling with hunger. He had drunk a bowl of chicken soup, eaten a small cake, and a piece of roast chicken last night. By now, his stomach was empty and his mouth was full of acid.
He stared eagerly at the food box beside Zhao Chengqian, counting in his mind what food was left in it.
Zhao Chengqian noticed his gaze, reached out to take off the water bag from his waist, opened the lid and handed it to Zhao Yong.
He pursed his cracked lips, tilted his head back and took a big sip. The warm water washed over his empty stomach, and it felt a little better.
"elder brother……"
Zhao Chengqian opened the box and took out a piece of cake. "Eat it."
Zhao Yong stared at the cake and swallowed, then with red eyes, he pushed it to Zhao Chengqian, "Brother, you eat it."
"I'm not hungry."
Zhao Chengqian whispered.
After eating last night, there wasn't much food left, so I have to save it.
They can't always bother the little god, and they don't know when the little god will be there.
"If you don't eat it, I'll put it back."
"Okay." Zhao Yong ate the cake in just a few bites.
"Cough cough cough!" Princess Jin woke up. Zhao Chengqian opened the milk bag and stuffed it to Princess Jin's mouth.
Princess Jin found out what it was after taking a sip.
"Godson, we still have some time to get to Qingzhou. Mother is not hungry."
Zhao Chengqian said, "My mother is ill. She needs to eat more to get better."
"Yeah, mother, drink it. Don't worry. If there is nothing to eat, we will ask the little gods for help."
"Mom, if you don't want to eat, then Yong'er won't eat either, and brother certainly won't eat either. I only drank half a bowl of chicken soup last night..." Zhao Yongzheng wanted to continue speaking, but his little mouth was covered.
Princess Jin coughed violently, raised her eyes to look at the pale and skinny child in front of her, and felt a little sore in her nose.
The eldest son, being filial, would think of leaving things to her and his younger brother.
The younger son is sensible and can't bear to see his brother do this, so he follows suit.
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