C20 (1/2)

A four year old child was already able to tell what these words meant and what they meant.

But... The original owner had really done it, there was no room for refutation. Ning Yan rolled her eyes and said: ”Back then, when you were young and did not understand, father and mother did not care, and it was hard to avoid doing some excessive things. Now, aren't you suddenly clear about this.

”What did you say!” Mrs. Xu was almost going crazy, what did she mean by 'father, mother and son don't care'?

Why did she blame her? Being born with a loser was the biggest benefit of her life. As expected, she was someone who wasn't close to him, so he just wanted to pay her money. Luckily, she didn't listen to her own damn words and took care of her properly.

If they really wanted to eat, drink and nurture this damned girl, she would definitely be angered to death right now. Mrs. Xu did not want to stay here any longer.

But if he returned to the Ning Family, he would definitely feed the pigs, chop wood, cook, and wash clothes … With her current body, which would she be able to keep up with even if she were to faint from time to time? He had to think of a way. He looked around and his sight fell on a shabby cabinet in the corner. There was a money bag in the cabinet. During these few days, this was where the dead girl took the money from.

Ning Yan did not care about Mrs. Xu, and walked out with Ning Zu in her arms. Looking at the age difference in the children's eyes, she felt even more pressured: ”Are you afraid?”

”Nope.” Ning Yu shook his head and continued, ”It's not like you're the one who wants to sell me out.”

”…” Ning Yan was shocked, and almost threw Ning out from her body.

”You won't sell me out.”

Facing her child's conflicted, assured and uneasy gaze, Ning Yan sighed. ”You are my son.”

”…” Ning Shisui did not continue speaking.

The two of them sat on a rock by the mountain and stared at the fish swimming in the river. They breathed in the fragrance of the roasted meat and from time to time, they would carry a sentence or two of their own.

Until Ning Yan said, ”You can eat it now.”

He jumped down from the rock and walked towards the fire. The summer dusk was still hot, so the fool would always stay close to the fire.

Ning Yan swiftly took out the metal trident that was connected to the wild chicken from the fire.

The roasted chicken was a bit overdone, so the two didn't mind. After all, they were people who had just finished their days of cooking, so how could they choose something like this?

After ripping off a piece of chicken leg and placing it in her hands, Ning Yan started to gnaw on the thin wild chicken.

The lack of seasoning was a serious injury. No matter how fat a wild chicken was, or how well it could be mastered, it would not satisfy a person who had eaten the delicacies of a later generation.

He was short on money, so it wasn't realistic to go to Old Lin in the northwest or south to look for him. He built a house and even bought some furniture, and the money he had was like flowing water.

Ning Yan could not help but look towards the depths of the mountains. After taking Mrs. Xu away, she still had to come back to the mountain once to at least earn herself some cultivation.

The two of them had already finished eating the chicken in their hands, and the pot made from lotus leaves was boiling hot. They patiently waited for the water to cool down. After they shared the water, their stomachs began to bulge.

He did not understand why it was necessary to drink hot water.

Mom said that there were all kinds of invisible bugs in the water that could only be drunk by burning them with hot water, otherwise the bugs in their stomach would be alive and the bugs would move about until their stomachs began to ache.

However, if the water was boiled, wouldn't the worm's body enter its stomach as well?

After asking her once, he looked at his mother's dark face and didn't dare to ask anymore.

”Let's go home.”

”Yes.” Ning Shisui dragged the pitchfork from the ground and headed towards a place with plenty of grass. He hid the pitchfork well before running down the mountain.