Thinking of his grandfather with white hair, Feng Feiyang couldn't help but feel a little sore in his nose and burst into tears.

"Feng'er, the porridge that my mother cooked for you. You have not finished the water for a day and a night. Drink some porridge and you will get better slowly." The woman in a plain-colored strapless bra carried a rough small pottery bowl and blew the porridge in a spoon and fed it into Feng Feiyang's mouth.

"Oh, thank you, I'll eat it myself." Feng Feiyang took the small bowl and politely thanked the original owner's mother.

After she was ten years old, her mother went there and she had long been used to living alone. Her father and stepmother... Haha, I dare not expect too much.

Surprise flashed across Liu's sallow cheeks, Feng'er was fine. She believed that the master's words would definitely have a better life in the future.

However, Feng'er seemed to be different from Yuan. As long as she didn't blame her incompetent mother, she would be. Liu sat by the bed happily and helped Feng Feiyang tuck the corner of the quilt.

Of course, a slight difference flashed by. My daughter is her hope.

After drinking a bowl of brown rice porridge, Feng Feiyang felt much better. After thinking about it, he asked in a low voice: "Mom, I was damaged in my head after being poisoned and forgot a lot of things. Can you tell me what happened over the years?"

Feng Feiyang was eager to know the current situation. His shining eyes stared at Liu.

"Are you okay?" Liu looked very nervous and gently held Feng Feiyang's skinny hand.

Feng Feiyang shook his head, and there was a warm current in his heart. Mom, what an enviable existence!

Or God has mercy on this woman who has no conditions in this quiet world, but always caring for and believing in her own woman.

"Where should we start?" Liu stroked the few strands of gray hair scattered on his temples.

Feng Feiyang felt sad. This woman, who was about the same age as her previous life, had already grown bright hair and had deep wrinkles on her forehead and corners of her eyes.

What kind of life makes such a beautiful woman fade? Feng Feiyang scolded that scumbag father thousands of times in his heart. No matter how big the fault is, it shouldn't be left to throw his wife and children into a broken courtyard and live a helpless life.

It took almost an hour before Liu clarified the current situation, and Feng Feiyang knew it. According to the current situation, this family has no rice in the pot and no firewood in the fire. What should I do? Feng Feiyang was so entangled.

I'm afraid the last bowl of porridge I just drank! What are these two women eating? Besides, the porridge I just drank is as clear as a mirror, and my body is hungry for many years. Feng Feiyang gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision.

The world is big and the food is the biggest, so take out the food in the storage pendant first for emergency treatment.

"Mom." Feng Feiyang wanted to ask someone of his age to be embarrassed for his mother! He asked in a low voice: "Is Sulan reliable? I will tell you a big secret later. Don't panic after hearing it. It's about me and the master." Feng Feiyang made up his mind to make up a master.

"Sulan has been following her mother since she was a child. There is no need to doubt loyalty. I will call her here now." Liu pressed the doubt in her heart and got up and walked out of the house quickly.

Feng Feiyang turned over and got out of the bed, took out the pendant and turned on the storage mode, quickly found the solar rice cooker, smart cooking pot, and solar energy kettle. After thinking about it, he took out the soup pot.

All the kitchen supplies, including oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and rice, all the food Chen Ma temporarily prepared before leaving, and it filled most of the room for a while.

Sulan was scooping water in the cupboard to clean the porridge pot, but she felt extremely uncomfortable. The business of the small noodle restaurant has been getting worse and worse. Her son has not sent rice and grain for several days. How could the aunt and the lady bear the life of lack of food and clothing and hunger?

I said tomorrow morning that I had to go out and sold the silk handkerchief on my hand to buy rice and oil. Su Lan thought about her worries while washing the pot, and looked sad.

Liu walked out of the house with thoughts, and the pink sunset shone on his face in a daze.

The old thick wooden doors rarely open, and only a few firewood in the wooden tent were left on the ground alone. Only the huge weeping willow in the yard is still full of vitality and sprouts are sprouted every year! How could anyone come? Liu walked into the half-open kitchen with a bitter face.

"Sulan, Sulan, come with me quickly. Feng'er said there was something important to tell us." Liu pulled Sulan, who was bent over to scoop water.
Chapter completed!