Su Ningwen said, "If my mother hadn't taken my second brother to sell rare ingredients, we wouldn't have met the Lu family."
After saying this, Su Ningwen returned to his room and sat in front of the bronze mirror to look at himself carefully.
"The third child of the Su family is already two years old and still can't speak. I'm afraid he will never be able to speak in his life."
"He's just a little dumb kid, a wild child who I don't know where he came from."
"Shut up, the third son of the Su family is coming."
"What are you afraid of? You can't even speak, how can you understand?"
Su Ningwen recalled what he had overheard the villagers say when he was two years old. Looking at himself in the mirror, he muttered to himself, "Such a good mother, why am I not her biological son?"
No matter what the future holds, Su Ningwen will always be the third child of the Su family. He must not only be filial to his father, but also earn a royal decree for his mother.
"Mom, what delicious food are you making?" Su Ningwen came to the kitchen and saw Xiao Lingyu putting flour noodles into the oil pan one by one.
"Brother Wen, please stay away. Be careful not to get splashed by the hot oil."
Su Ningwen took a few steps back obediently, "Are you frying noodles?"
"This is fried fresh milk. It has a crispy and soft texture and is delicious."
Xiao Lingyu picked up a piece of fried milk and handed it to Su Ningwen's mouth, "Open your mouth."
Su Ningwen took a bite and chewed it. After a moment, he said, "It's delicious."
"If you still want to eat, eat a few more. Help yourself."
"Thank you, mother." Su Ningwen said, picked up a fried milk from the plate and raised her little hand to pass it to Xiao Lingyu, "Mother, you have some too."
Xiao Lingyu's eyebrows curved, "Okay, mother, eat it."
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