After a while, the sound of footsteps was heard outside the house, and Zhao Xiaoling walked in with difficulty carrying a large bucket of hot water.
"Brother, the water for washing your face is here." Zhao Xiaoling shouted towards Qingyun's room, her voice very clear.
Qian Chunhua frowned slightly, watching Zhao Qingyun enjoying everything at home effortlessly. Even the water for washing his face was brought to him by his sister personally.
She knew in her heart that this was their family's daily routine and it had always been like this.
Qian Chunhua had just traveled to this family and had already had an argument with the old man tonight.
As for the children, she decided to remain silent for the time being and slowly correct these habits later.
She didn't want to act too abnormal and arouse suspicion from her family.
While Qian Chunhua was lost in thought, Zhao Qingfeng walked over with his short legs, following behind Zhao Xiaoling. He took the initiative to walk to the basin and began to wash his face.
Qian Chunhua was both pleased and heartbroken by Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling's obedient appearance. These two children had been neglected too much by their original bodies, which was why they developed such sensible and obedient personalities.
Qian Chunhua sighed deeply, and she decided to care for the two children more in the future and let them feel more love.
When the children left the room, Qian Chunhua quickly took out three boxes of milk and five steamed buns from her space.
These foods were stored in the space while they were still hot when she was stockpiling supplies, and there was no need to heat them again.
Her inventory is rich and varied, ranging from steamed buns and fried dough sticks to high-end dishes from major hotels.
However, at this special moment, only steamed buns are the most suitable choice, because other foods will exude an attractive aroma.
The steamed buns that Qian Chunhua carefully prepared were just enough for the two children and herself.
As for the eldest son in the family, Zhao Qingyun, she did not consider giving him any share.
He was a strong man, obviously well nourished, and, considering his age, the origin of the food was difficult to explain.
Qian Chunhua walked to the kitchen and fetched a kettle of hot water.
She carefully warmed the carton of milk in hot water to make sure it wouldn't feel cold when she drank it later.
The brother and sister washed their hands and faces, and as soon as they stepped into the room, their eyes were attracted by the tempting steamed buns on the table.
Zhao Xiaoling swallowed unconsciously and turned to look at her relative Qian Chunhua.
Zhao Qingfeng pointed at the steamed buns excitedly, his eyes sparkling, and shouted to Qian Chunhua: "Mom, mom, it's a steamed bun with glutinous rice flour!"
Qian Chunhua smiled, gently picked up two steamed buns, and handed them to Zhao Xiaoling and Zhao Qingfeng respectively, "You must be hungry, eat quickly."
Zhao Xiaoling was stunned. She stared at the steamed bun in her hand with wide eyes, as if she couldn't believe that she would also get to enjoy this delicious steamed bun made of flour.
In the past, only her brother Zhao Qingyun was qualified to enjoy this kind of steamed buns made of glutinous flour. She and her younger brother Zhao Qingfeng could only try the steamed buns made of erhe flour.
"Yes, this is what mother left specially for you." Qian Chunhua looked at Zhao Xiaoling with heartache and said softly.
She gently put the steamed buns into the children's hands and said, "Eat it. Don't be hungry."
Zhao Qingfeng immediately became excited. He took a bite of the steamed bun, closed his eyes, and savored the sweet taste.
He sighed with satisfaction and said to Zhao Xiaoling: "Sister, this steamed bun is really fragrant and tastes sweet."
Zhao Xiaoling also nodded. Her mouth was so full that she didn't even bother to answer her brother.
Qian Chunhua held a steamed bun in his hand and chewed it slowly, savoring it.
Compared with the stale rice porridge in the evening, the steamed buns seemed to become extremely delicious.
Recalling the days before she traveled through time, she didn't like steamed buns very much, thinking they were tasteless and hard to swallow. But at this moment, she felt that the steamed buns tasted great, sweet and delicious.
The temperature of the milk was just right. Qian Chunhua took out a straw, inserted it into two boxes of milk, and handed them to Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling.
The two children happily took the milk and ate the steamed buns with big mouthfuls, with happy smiles on their little faces.
Zhao Xiaoling ate two big steamed buns in one breath. Zhao Qingfeng was not to be outdone. After eating one, he wanted to eat another one.
Qian Chunhua quickly stopped him, saying that Qingfeng was still young and one steamed bun was enough for him.
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