"Nuo Nuo..."


    After a while, Zhou burst into tears.


    "Mother."


    Su Nuo slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhou with a tired look.


    "You, you scared me like this."


    Zhou looked at Su Nuo and woke up. His heart was finally put down.


    But the tears on his face are still flowing slowly.


    "Mother, I want to drink water."


    Su Nuo only felt his throat dry and dumb, as if he had a rough feeling of friction.


    She swallowed her mouth a little uncomfortable.


    "Good, good."


    As soon as Zhou heard this, he hurried to the table. Under the teapot, there were candles warming.


    So the water in the teapot has always been kept warm.


    Zhou poured a glass of water and sent it to Su Nuo.


    Su Nuo reached out to pick up the cup and drank it.


    "Mother, I want more."


    Su Nuo handed the empty cup to Zhou Shi and sipped some dry lips.


    "OK."


    Zhou nodded and hurriedly poured water again. After going back and forth several times, Su Nuo almost finished drinking a pot of water, so he stopped.


    "I''m drinking some porridge. You don''t like white porridge. My mother boiled you shredded chicken millet porridge."


    With that, Zhou brought a small bowl of porridge. Although Zhou is not a chef, he has always been in front of his prime minister. Under the influence of his parents, the things he makes are more or less better than ordinary people.


    Su Nuo saw that the millet porridge in the bowl was golden, and the shredded chicken was tender, especially with a few parsley on it.


    It looks delicious. I can''t help but move my fingers.


    Nodded slightly, "eat."


    Zhou was overjoyed. It was a good thing to be able to eat,


    Then, Xianxian held the spoon in her hand and fed it to Su Nuo''s lips one by one.


    Su Nuo ate it. He just thought it was this millet chicken porridge. It was moderately salty and delicious, soft and waxy, and there was no fishy smell. Although it was still a little short of heat, it tasted good.


    While eating, Su Nuo couldn''t help being surprised.


    Your tongue is strange.


    No, in the past, eating is eating, just eating.


    Now it''s different. After eating, her tongue can quickly distinguish what she uses.


    When Zhou saw Su Nuo eating this bowl of porridge, his beautiful face was full of moving smiles.


    "This is what your father gave me all my life. I''m clumsy. I didn''t learn anything else. Because your father likes this, I''ve always learned it."


    As Zhou spoke, she remembered her dead husband. Tears soon gathered in her eyes. She turned her back and wiped her tears.


    He turned his head again and gently wiped the corners of Su Nuo''s mouth with his silk handkerchief.


    Su Nuo backhanded touched under the pillow and took out the Imperial Diet secret skill.


    Looking at the small block letters of hairpin flowers on the written cover, Su Nuo''s smart eyes looked at the Zhou family in front of him.


    "Your father wrote this secret skill before. His handwriting is mottled and he is also good at oil. In your hand, your father and I slowly studied and wrote it together."


    Zhou spoke eloquently. Looking back on that period of time, his eyes couldn''t help crying again.


    Listening to Zhou''s words, Su Nuo felt inexplicably sad in his heart. He felt a little tearful and was pressed down by her again.


    There is one who likes to cry at home, so little Su Nuo sucked his nose and was strong enough not to cry.


    The white little hand clenched the recipe tightly and whispered in his heart that when he was well cultivated, he must study his cooking well.


    Let my mother live a good life.


    "Son, if you feel uncomfortable, you can cry. Let''s have a good hug and cry. Relax and you''ll be fine."


    Zhou looked at Su Nuo and his eyes were red. It seemed that he had been enduring the shadow. For a moment, his heart was also sour.


    The child raised by herself knows her nature of mind. At this time, why she is so clear in Zhou''s heart.


    Su Nuo:


    Originally, there were three tears, but now, there is nothing at all.


    She shook her head and looked at Zhou with clear eyes.


    "Mom, I want to sleep. You''ve been busy all day. Let''s have a rest."


    Between Su Nuo''s eyebrows, there was some fatigue. At this time, looking at the light outside, it was not very clear.


    "OK."


    Even if he left Su Nuo half a step and saw Su Nuo''s tired face, Zhou didn''t say he wanted to stay here.


    She helped Su Nuo lie down and tucked in her quilt. Then she left step by step.


    Su Nuo originally thought about how to live in the future, but when he lay down, he felt a little dizzy and fell asleep in a short while.


    In this way, after a good night''s sleep, Su Nuo woke up after three poles of sunshine.


    Apart from the wound on his forehead, there was still a little pain. In addition, there was nothing uncomfortable.


    So Su Nuo got up from bed, changed into a set of bright yellow clothes and skirts, and came out of the house refreshed.


    Zhou is cutting branches for flowers and trees. At this time, he sees Su Nuo coming out and goes up with scissors.


    "Nuo Nuo, why did you get up? Doctor, potato chips. You should cultivate yourself for a few days."


    Looking at Su Nuo like this, Zhou was in a hurry, but standing in front of Su Nuo, he didn''t know what to do.


    "Mom, I''m fine."


    Su Nuo smiled with a pair of watery eyes that curved like crescent moons.


    "I''m not a three-year-old. I know my situation. Now I''m going to try in the kitchen."


    Su Nuo just washed and looked at himself carefully. The gauze on his forehead had not been removed.


    With that, Su Nuo walked towards the kitchen.


    "Nuo Nuo..."


    Zhou stood in the yard with scissors and looked at Su Nuo''s small figure, walking farther and farther.


    Suddenly, I was stunned.


    When the nose is sour, tears seem to fall.


    Looking at Su Nuo, he seemed to have spirit all over his body.


    It doesn''t look like before.


    I should be happy, but how can I feel more and more uncomfortable in my heart.


    While wiping his tears, Zhou continued to trim his branches.


    Su Nuo came to the kitchen and looked at the bright and clean windows in the kitchen. There were all kinds of knives.


    She looked at vegetables, melons and fruits.


    Su Nuo thought about it and began to cut vegetables. When he was cutting, he obviously found that his knife skill was not very good, even if the original owner had seven or eight years of knife skill.


    It''s not very stable. The cut silk is thin and thick, each of which is different.


    Looking at the shredded radish like this, Su Nuo''s round face was tangled for a while.


    Before breakfast, she thought of pancakes.


    Shred the radish, dry it, add some minced meat and seasoning, and stir it together.


    Make the dough and wrap the cookies one by one.


    Su Nuo set fire again and began to bake cakes..


    The heat is just right, but the strength on the wrist always feels that the ingenuity is not enough.