When Zhang Chunxue saw her, her expression softened a little, and she carefully handed Zhong Yuanyuan to Zhong Xiaoxiao.
Zhong Yuanyuan took over Zhong Yuanyuan and quickly called Zhong Hongqing: "Hongqing, come out and play with building blocks with your aunt."
She held Zhong Yuanyuan in one hand and took the still timid Zhong Hongqing's hand with the other, and walked out of the kitchen quickly.
When they got under the eaves, Zhong Xiaoxiao gently placed Zhong Yuanyuan on a clean old straw mat, and took out a box of building blocks from the corner.
Zhong Hongqing's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the building blocks.
He originally loved playing with this aunt who was only a few years older than him.
He had been feeling very uncomfortable in the kitchen just now, but now that he was relaxed, he quickly started grinning and yelled in a baby voice, "Auntie, I want to build a big castle!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao rubbed his little head: "Okay, let's build the biggest one!"
Under the eaves, the aunt and niece swept away the previous gloom and started laughing and talking happily.
In the kitchen, Zhang Chunxue still had a stern face, and the pots and pans clinked in her hands, as if she wanted to vent all her anger on them.
While she was chopping vegetables skillfully, she glanced coldly at Zhong Hongqing who was having fun in the yard.
This little bastard!
Zhang Chunxue snorted in his heart.
In his previous life, he was an ungrateful person who was taught astray by his parents, and it doesn't look like he's any better in this life.
However, it is still small and chubby, so it is not that annoying to look at.
But she didn't intend to interfere.
What good things can be taught from that pair of dogs, Zhong Chengfa and Li Hongjuan?
Maybe he's even worse than in his previous life!
Zhang Chunxue only loves Yuanyuan now. She is her own granddaughter and her sweet little cotton-padded jacket.
As for Zhong Hongqing, huh, as long as he doesn’t starve to death, that’s enough.
Soon, the aroma of food wafted out from the kitchen.
The three brothers kneeling in the yard smelled the scent and became even hungrier. They stretched their necks but did not dare to move at all.
The first thing Zhang Chunxue brought out was a bowl of rice porridge specially made for Zhong Yuanyuan, which was sweet and soft.
Zhong Yuanyuan had just woken up and was held by Zhong Xiaoxiao. She smelled the fragrance, sniffed it with her little nose, and grabbed it with her little hands.
Zhong Hongqing was playing with building blocks with great enthusiasm, and with his pointed nose he could also smell the tempting rice fragrance.
He dropped his building blocks and ran to the kitchen door with his short legs, saliva almost dripping from the corners of his mouth.
He stared at the bowl of rice porridge in Zhang Chunxue's hand, then looked at his sister who was being carefully fed by her grandmother, his little head filled with longing.
Zhang Chunxue fed Zhong Yuanyuan carefully, spoonful by spoonful, as if she didn't see him.
Zhong Yuanyuan's little mouth became white from eating, and she smacked her lips from time to time, letting out a satisfied hum.
Zhong Hongqing stood aside, his little hands unconsciously scratching the door frame.
He remembered that this was how his grandmother fed him before.
Grandma’s embrace is the warmest and the food she feeds is the most delicious.
But now, grandma doesn't even look at him.
A huge feeling of grievance surged in his heart, his little mouth flattened, and tears immediately filled his eyes, but he couldn't let them fall, looking so pitiful.
Although Zhong Hongqing was only three years old, he vaguely felt that his grandmother did not love him as much as before.
He sniffed, trying hard not to let the golden beans fall, pouted his mouth, silently moved to sit next to Zhong Xiaoxiao, lowered his head and said nothing.
Zhong Xiaoxiao touched his head lovingly, but didn't dare to say anything more at this time.
Her mother was obviously still angry. Although Zhang Chunxue was very nice to her now, she didn't dare to offend Zhang Chunxue at this time.
Zhang Chunxue fed Zhong Yuanyuan until her belly was full. The little girl burped with satisfaction and leaned in Zhong Xiaoxiao's arms and closed her eyes.
There was still a thin layer of rice porridge left in the bowl.
Zhang Chunxue held the bowl and glanced across the yard.
Zhong Chengfa, Zhong Chengren and Zhong Chengyi, three grown men, were still kneeling straight, but their faces were uglier than each other.
Her gaze finally fell on Zhong Hongqing.
The little guy was holding a small wooden spoon, picking at the vegetables in his bowl, his little face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.
Zhang Chunxue walked over expressionlessly and placed the bowl of rice porridge with a little bit of rice porridge left on the small stool in front of Zhong Hongqing with a clang.
"Here, you can eat what Sister Yuanyuan has left."
Her tone was cold, without a trace of warmth.
Zhong Hongqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and without thinking, he stretched out his little hand to take the bowl.
“Bang!”
Zhang Chunxue was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed the edge of the bowl and pulled it back.
Zhong Hongqing's little hand grabbed nothing and he was stunned.
Zhang Chunxue stared at him with a cold face: "What should you say?"
Zhong Hongqing was a little at a loss. He looked at his grandmother, then at the bowl, and opened his little mouth, but no sound came out.
"Hurry, Hongqing," Zhong Xiaoxiao, who was standing next to him, quickly poked his arm and whispered, "Hurry and thank grandma."
Zhong Hongqing finally reacted and quickly raised his little face and said timidly, "Thank you, grandma."
Zhang Chunxue's face remained expressionless as she slowly asked, "Who left this for you?"
Zhong Hongqing blinked his big eyes, thought for a moment, and whispered, "Yes...it's my sister."
"What else should I say?" Zhang Chunxue's voice was still stern.
Zhong Hongqing understood now, and nodded his little head like a chicken pecking at rice: "Thank you, sister! Thank you, sister!"
Zhang Chunxue then let go of her hand and pushed the bowl in front of him.
"Eat it."
Zhong Hongqing was overjoyed. He grabbed the bowl, picked up his small spoon and started eating voraciously.
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