Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 109 The group pets her with a little sweet baby 4
Zhong Wei was dumbfounded by this sturdy appearance.

Unexpectedly, the weak and helpless woman who was so desperate and helpless in the cage just now looked like this.

He raised the corner of his lips and murmured: "Interesting."

Until the little thin man begged for mercy, Xia Ling threw his head aside, raised his hand to smooth out the messy hair, and walked straight to the village chief who was about to cry.

She stared at the village chief with wide eyes, "I see you are old, so I will spare your life today. But if you are ten years younger, it is not in my character not to kill you. Remember, I will leave me and my son in the future." farther away."

The creases on the village chief's quilt face trembled, and he stepped aside slowly as if surrendering, making way for Xia Ling.

Jiang Qinghan walked at the front of the team with Xiao Baozi.

Holding the rein in his hand, he looked down at the smooth and round head, as if he was dissatisfied with his hairstyle, and said coldly, "Why did you shave your hair? Your mother is going to send you to a temple?"

The little bun turned his head and looked at Jiang Qinghan innocently, "No. My mother said that I didn't like hair very much since I was a child. When it grows, I have to grab it with my hands, so I just shaved it off."

Jiang Qinghan looked at Xiao Baozi with an expression on his face: "You are angry with your mother because of this?"

"No." Xiao Baozi turned around and stopped looking at him, his mouth puffed up, "She doesn't recognize me, she always says I was a picked child. At home, she told me that I was born by her. When others asked , she made up a place, saying that I picked it up from there. So I didn't talk to her anymore, and let her think I was dumb."

Jiang Qinghan asked again: "How old are you and what month were you born?"

Xiao Baozi replied: "Six years old, born in April, April eleventh."

April……

Jiang Qinghan suddenly remembered that night seven years ago.

The white mess under the curtain, Jiang Lian's crying face, the puddle of blood spat out by his father.

Then the sky was filled with white paper, the days and nights when I knelt in front of my father's mausoleum.

"Brother." The little bun suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his head and stared at Jiang Qinghan quietly, then raised his fleshy little finger to point to Jiang Qinghan's eyes, "Your eyeballs are a bit like mine, don't you Are you sick too? My mother went to the doctor before, and the doctor said that my eyes are sick, and I may lose my sight in a few years. Have you cured it?"

Jiang Qinghan was taken aback.

Covering Xiao Baozi's head with his hands, he forcibly turned Xiao Baozi's face forward, and said indifferently, "My eyes are fine, and so are your eyes. You won't be blind."

When Xia Ling arrived, the nobles had already crowded into her small thatched thatched house.

Zhong Linlin frowned, covered her nose with her hands, and disliked the earthy smell in the room that she was not used to.

"Sit down first, and the little bun will serve hot tea to the guests, and I'll make soup right away." Xia Ling hurried into the back kitchen, glanced at the plucked chicken lying in the basin, and started to make chicken soup .

Zhong Linlin frowned and covered his nose and said with emotion: "Hey, I really can't imagine how this small house can accommodate two people. It's still so broken and smelly."

The little bun who was pouring tea immediately became unhappy after hearing this, "If sister is not used to it, just open the door and stand on the road. It's big there, but there's no smell there."

Zhong Rinlin, who didn't want to come at all, was teased by the little bun, and blushed instantly, "You stinky kid!"

Zhong Linlin, who had been regarded as a treasure since he was a child, was offended. Zhong Wei, who was standing by, naturally would not sit idly by and ignored him. He smiled and raised his hand to cover the little bun's head, with a threatening tone in his voice, "Child. If you dare to talk nonsense again, brother, I'll rip off your head and use it as a ball to kick. Are you afraid?"

Xiao Baozi is not even afraid of death, so he is not afraid of being frightened, "If you have the ability, you can catch him now, if you can't catch him, you are a coward."

"Then you're welcome, brother!"

Jiang Qinghan suddenly reached out and brought the little bun into his arms, held the teacup with one hand, brought the teacup to his lips with lowered eyes, and said in a low voice, "Try it."

The little bun saw that he had climbed up his lap, turned around and hugged Jiang Qinghan's neck with his two small arms, and sat on Jiang Qinghan's lap with his little buttocks, proudly raised his chin at Zhong Wei, "Big brother told you to try it, why don't you dare?"

The noise in the room was clearly heard by Xia Ling who was separated by a curtain.

She pondered as she smeared the chicken with seasoning.

Mingming Jiang Qinghan is a nosy person, and today he helped them again and again.

Could it be that this child is so coincidental that it belongs to him?

Besides, there are no colored contact lenses at this time, and there are not many people who can meet gray eyes.

If this were the case, things would be much easier to handle, but also difficult to handle.

If Jiang Qinghan took the child away directly, it would be over.

When she entered the room with the chicken soup, Zhong Linlin was mad at the little bun, "Come down! Why are you sitting on my future husband's lap!"

Xia Ling put down the chicken soup, stretched out his hand to pull the little bun, "Come down quickly, you can't be presumptuous here. Be good, go and help mother get some bowls and chopsticks."

Then she smiled apologetically at Zhong Linlin: "Miss, oh no..."

After taking a look at Jiang Qinghan, she immediately changed her words, "Ma'am, my child is not sensible, so don't get angry."

"No." Jiang Qinghan stared at Xia Ling with displeasure, "She is not my wife."

Little Baozi ran over with bowls in hand, and Xia Ling served soup for everyone one by one. There were only three bowls in the house, two were for mother and child, and the other was for scooping water.

The three bowls of soup were distributed to the three guests, so naturally they would not have the share of mother and child.

"This soup is really fragrant, even better than the stew made by the cooks in Fuzhong." Zhongwei didn't care about that, and started to drink directly with a bowl.

Jiang Qinghan took a sip with a spoon and put it in his mouth. The warm chicken soup instantly flowed into his stomach, warming his whole body at once, with a mellow aftertaste in his mouth without any greasy feeling.

Really good.

"Does it taste good? Brother Jiang." Zhong Linlin looked at the clear soup in the bowl and had no appetite at all, but turned around and saw Jiang Qinghan, who was so picky, took a sip without frowning, thinking it should be good, although a little Disgusted but still took a sip into his mouth.

Jiang Qinghan recalled, turned his head to look at the little bun who was standing behind Xia Ling, staring at the soup on the table, and asked aloud, "Why don't you drink it?"

Little Baozi inhaled the aroma and said frankly: "There are only three bowls at home."

"Drink mine, okay?" Jiang Qinghan handed the bowl to Xiao Baozi.

But Xiao Baozi hesitated for a while and shook his head at Jiang Qinghan, "No, you are guests, so you can only drink once. After you leave, my mother will cook soup for me every day."

nonsense.

Jiang Qinghan saw that his saliva was about to fall to the ground, and looked up at Xia Ling, "This kid can read? What's his name?"

Xia Ling replied: "I didn't study. But when he should be studying, I plan to go to the city to earn some money for him to go to school. My name is Xiao Baozi, I have no father, and I am afraid of being called by my surname." People laugh, so I don’t have a last name.”

"It's not like..." Jiang Qinghan lowered his eyes and stirred the soup with a spoon in his hand, "I will adopt him as my adopted son, give him the surname Jiang, and keep him in my house from now on. This way you can get married easily. ,how?"

(End of this chapter)