"Oh right, isn't his birthday coming up soon?" Jiang Mingzhu then noticed that her younger brother hadn't mentioned it at all, which was a bit strange.
"He's probably having such a good time in Medicine King Valley that he doesn't want to leave," Gu An'an chuckled. "Let him do as he pleases."
Anyway, with Tian and Zheng taking care of him, there's no need to worry about Jiang Mingxu doing anything wrong.
It's just that with one less person at home, it's definitely not as lively as before.
For some reason, Gu An'an suddenly thought of the phrase, "A son grows up and is no longer under his mother's control."
When these children grow up, get married, and start their own lives, I'll have to find some fun for them.
Perhaps because of the letter from Jiang Mingxu, Gu An'an dreamed of Jiang Mingxu that night.
The little boy seemed to have been forced to grow faster, and he actually looked quite like a tall, handsome young gentleman.
"Mom, look, all my teeth have fallen out."
The handsome young man spoke like an old man, revealing his bald mouth, which sent a chill down Gu An'an's spine, and she sat up abruptly.
Zheng Shuoyi and Tian Bu'er, these two fellow disciples, regarded that brat as the successor of Medicine King Valley, and usually let him do whatever he wanted. Now, have they really lost all their teeth?
The thought of this possible scenario made Gu An'an feel uneasy.
No, she had to write to Jiang Mingxu.
If he dares to eat and drink recklessly, see how she deals with this brat!
Medicine King Valley.
The campfire was burning brightly, and Jiang Mingxu was directing Zheng Shuoyi and Tian Buer to grill the meat. "Remember to flip it over, it won't do. It won't grill evenly, and I'll have to ask my mother about it later. Let's get a pot too, that will make grilling the meat much easier."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mingxu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and shivered, sneezing several times in a row. "Which blind fool dared to curse me behind my back? Don't let me catch you, or you'll be sorry!"
Tian Bu'er had been completely bewildered by this little tyrant's orders lately, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but say, "Maybe it's your mother?" The others didn't recognize this little tyrant either.
Jiang Mingxu froze on the spot. "My mother would never say that to me."
As he said this, the little boy silently put down the pine nut candy in his hand—
I'm not eating anymore, I'm not eating anymore, is that enough?
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