"Thank you, stepmom. Dad is right. Stepmom is beautiful and kind. I like her the most!"
The third child was as happy as a child who had been rewarded with candy, and surrounded Song Mingshan.
Song Mingshan was also happy and quickly looked at the other two children.
"Xiao Zhi, Xiao An, what about you?"
The two children just stared at Song Mingshan without saying anything.
Song Mingshan felt so frightened by their stares that she said nothing more and turned around to cook noodles.
She thought that cooking noodles was just a matter of putting water in a pot and then boiling the noodles. This was much simpler than cooking rice or frying vegetables.
It's really hard for Song Mingshan, as she has never cooked in her life.
They live a good life without having to do any housework. Whatever they want or want to eat, they just need to act coquettishly and they will get it immediately.
If it weren't for the need to gain a foothold in the Zhang family, she wouldn't cook for these dead kids.
"You like that woman very much?"
Outside the yard, the twin brothers Zhang Zezhi and Zhang Ze'an asked the third child Zhang Zeming with dark faces.
The youngest child is nine years old this year. Although he is not as tall as his two older brothers, he is not small either.
"Brother, I dreamed about my mother last night. She said that we should get along well with our stepmother."
The two twins looked a little subtle.
"Come in and eat, the noodles are ready!"
Song Mingshan had been standing behind the door for a while, and naturally heard the conversation between the three children.
She asked why the third brother's attitude towards her suddenly changed.
So that's the reason.
It seems that what Song Qingdai said was right. They are like this because they lack maternal love.
So as long as I give them enough care, these children will listen to me obediently in the future.
"This is my first time cooking noodles, you guys... won't mind, right?"
Song Mingshan rubbed her hands and asked nervously.
The three children took a look at the face that was difficult to describe.
Dark...
A lump.
"I don't mind. As long as it's made by my stepmother, it's the most delicious noodles in the world!"
Seeing that the younger brother is giving so much face, there is no reason for the eldest and second oldest brothers not to give face.
"Of course I don't mind."
Looking at the three children eating the noodles she cooked, Song Mingshan breathed a sigh of relief.
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