Jiang Ci and the abusive man have two children, twins, a boy and a girl named Zhou Yang and Zhou Miao respectively.
Jiang Ci looked down at the two children hanging on her body and standing beside her, looking at her timidly.
She had no children and few friends with children, so she simply couldn't muster any maternal feelings for these two dirty little kids.
Although she didn't give birth to them, she is now the mother of these two children.
We can't ignore this.
Jiang Ci carefully examined the two children.
She had no concept of how big three-year-olds were, but the two children were really small and thin.
Even through the thin trouser legs, you could tell that the child had very little flesh on his body.
It was her brother Zhou Yang who was holding her. The original owner of this body favored her brother, so most of the food ended up in his mouth. As for her sister Zhou Miao, she had an even harder time. She was even thinner and smaller than Zhou Zhi.
She raised her hand to pinch her eyebrows out of habit, but saw that her palm was covered in dirty blood. Her eyelids twitched and she put her hand down.
"We're back. Let's go home first," Jiang Ci said, her voice slightly stiff.
Zhou Yang was clearly more attached to his mother than Zhou Miao. Looking at the cloth bag in his mother's hand, he excitedly shouted, "Mom, what delicious food did you bring back?!"
“I’m starving!”
Zhou Miao followed closely, looked at the cloth bag and swallowed his saliva.
He returned to the two dilapidated houses and took a quick look.
Ah, it was worse than she had anticipated.
It's messy and there's nothing useful to look at.
The house was bare.
There are two shabby houses, one is bigger and is for living, and the other is the kitchen.
Jiang Ci didn't go back to her room; she went straight to the kitchen.
Outside the kitchen was a large, chipped vat, which was probably used to hold water.
The rice and flour jar in the kitchen wasn't big, and the grain inside had long since run out, leaving only a little cornmeal and two cornbread buns.
There weren't many vegetables on the table: a few cucumbers, peppers, and some other vegetables whose origins were unclear.
Jiang Ci was silent for a moment, put down the cornmeal in his hand, filled the gourd with water and washed the basin repeatedly several times before washing his hands vigorously.
After washing them almost five times, Jiang Ci's hands finally revealed their original appearance.
It was covered with thick calluses and cracks from work, and was as rough as tree bark.
As for the dirt between the fingers...not to mention it.
Just one look at it was enough to make Jiang Ci explode on the spot.
Jiang Ci: "..."
The two kids, who had been watching their mother wash her hands curiously, finally couldn't resist anymore.
Zhou Yang asked expectantly, "Mom, when are we going to eat?"
Jiang Ci's stomach also rumbled.
She didn't say anything, poured the water silently, and started preparing to cook.
Before transmigrating into the book, Jiang Ci inherited her parents' company and became the president of a company worth billions.
She lives a low-key life and doesn't like buying luxury goods, but her quality of life has always been the highest.
Jiang Ci has been living a life of luxury since childhood. Not to mention cooking, she would even mistake a tomato for an apple if you asked her to.
Suddenly transported back to the 1970s with a stove and pot, Jiang Ci struggled for ages to start a fire, even relying on her memory of how the original owner cooked, without managing to get a single spark.
Jiang Ci, who couldn't even muster a temper while being watched by the two children, was getting a little annoyed.
"Mother, I... I'll start the fire..."
Zhou Miao spoke timidly.
Jiang Ci laughed, "What kind of fire could a three-year-old like you possibly start?"
"Mom, it's always Miaomiao who's been tending the fire." Zhou Yang sniffed, his voice full of longing. "Mom, please hurry up and cook."
Jiang Ci stood up suspiciously.
Zhou Miao immediately rushed over, skillfully put the soft straw in, and lit the stove fire.
Jiang Ci: "..."
Jiang Ci: I can't even compare to a child...
Zhou Miao looked at Jiang Ci, such a small child, sitting obediently in front of the stove, half of his cheek was black and red under the firelight, and his black and white eyes secretly looked at her.
The moment their eyes met, Zhou Miao quickly looked away, lowering her head in a flustered and frightened manner.
Jiang Ci fell silent.
Zhou Miao reminded her of her ex-husband.
Zhou Mingli.
A very capable man.
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