Chapter 10 (1/2)

Gently, she breathed again, and then lay flat on the wooden bed. The wooden bed was a little hard, but it was covered with two layers of mattresses. Even the quilt cover was clean. She pulled up one corner of the quilt and put it under her nose. There was a smell of washing powder, plus the smell of sunlight.

She hasn't smelled it for a long time. It's her mother's taste.

She closed her eyes, woke up and slept that night, and had a lot of dreams, one by one, one by one. For one moment, she was half dead in the hospital in her last life, like a skeleton. For another, she lost a soul in the Tianyuan continent. All the memories were bulging, like being forced into her brain, Until she opened her eyes again, the sky outside was dimly bright.

She sat up and grabbed her hair with both hands.

It's really not easy. The memories of the third generation are stuffed in her mind. She can even distinguish them clearly.

There are a few clear bird calls outside, and you can also hear the sound of rooster crowing. It has the simplicity and nature unique to this era. In the back, those highly developed technologies have also lost the purity of nature.

Clean air, crisp bird calls, and when the wind blew the leaves, there was a rustling sound. She lay on the window. She could vaguely see that there were early risers in the hospital, cleaning, and a faint sound of Hawking.

These are early risers, and life is not easy.

She closed her eyes, then gently spit out a mouthful of turbid air, then sat down and felt the little bit of micro jump feeling hidden in her fingertips. Although there was only a little feeling, she believed that even if she could not achieve the skills of her previous life in a few years, she would help her in the future, and she knew from now on, What are you going to do?

With the sound of the bell, the alarm clock at the head of the bed had already rang. Zhou Lanping woke up with a grunt. She grabbed the alarm clock. At night, she slept late because of correcting her homework. No wonder she woke up late. In the past, she should have got up early.

And she didn't have time to think too much. Her body instinctively reacted faster than her brain. She quickly put on her clothes and ran to the kitchen. Otherwise, in the evening, her ancestor would lose his temper again. It doesn't matter, but what to do if she doesn't eat? It's still a child.

No matter what others say about Liu Liang, she has thousands of bad, ten thousand bad. In Zhou Lanping's heart, she is a child, or a child she owes. She just gave birth to her, but she hasn't raised her. Let her in someone else's home, she doesn't know what to eat?

Otherwise, how can a rich family make her family beautiful and good at cooking at a young age? This is not a person who has lain in the kitchen for ten years. How can she have such a good skill?

But when she hurried out while putting on her clothes, she kicked off one of her shoes. As a result, as soon as the door opened, the light outside was on, and the meal was already set on the table.

There are steaming steamed buns, a plate of shredded potatoes, and a plate of pickles they often eat. It's also a habit. Zhou Lanping cuts potatoes and pickles herself, but why doesn't she cut them so thin and symmetrical?

She walked over foolishly, her eyes staring very big, just like the fake rice and dishes on the table now, and now she would never think that it was made by Tianluo girl for her.