The vicious female supporting role of Quick Transmigration stands aside

Chapter 187 The Story of Husband Cultivation (2)

Before Meng Qing came to this world, at least she had eaten delicacies from mountains and seas. A small roast chicken should not be able to tempt her. Unfortunately, the body of the original owner could not eat enough for a long time. During this time, in order to take care of the baby, I hardly ate anything, and my stomach was already empty.

Therefore, as soon as the roast chicken was taken out, my stomach growled very unsatisfactorily.

grumbling-

Very embarrassing.

Meng Qing smiled awkwardly, decided to ignore this embarrassing matter, and brought the roast chicken to the little baby, grinning: "Eat it, I managed to steal it."

The little baby didn't open her mouth, but her dark eyes were still fixed on her.

"Do you think it's dirty? Don't worry, I wrapped it up all the way and it wasn't dirty." She swallowed again as she spoke.

Alas, I was only a 13-year-old child after all, so it was only natural that I couldn't control my instinctive reaction.

"Your face...is injured." The little baby stretched out a white and tender hand, as if wanting to poke the wound on her face, but Meng Qing dodged it.

"It's okay, if you steal something, you will always be beaten. Do you think I escaped back? Is it too greasy to eat? Then I will peel the eggs for you to eat." Meng Qing could feel that the original owner really liked it. This little doll's.

Ever since the old beggar died, the original owner was alone and helpless. When he picked up this little doll, it was like seeing himself back then. That's why he went all out to steal the roast chicken.

Seeing that there was no objection from the other party, Meng Qing wiped his hands again and again until they were finally clean. Then he cracked the hard-boiled egg lightly, trying not to touch the white inside, and peeled the egg out, leaving a small half of the shell to scratch. He handed it to the little baby: "Here."

This time, the little baby finally reached out to pick it up.

During the period of fever, he basically didn't eat anything. He finished eating one egg quickly, and Meng Qing peeled the second one and handed it over.

Children have small stomachs, and two eggs are basically full.

Meng Qing swallowed, and hid the remaining eggs and roast chicken: "I put them here, if you are hungry, you can eat them yourself."

"What are you going to do?" Seeing that she was leaving, the little baby asked.

"I'll go and see if I can get some money. It's always bad to eat so greasy when you're sick. After I get the money, I'll buy some rice and make porridge for you." Meng Qing explained.

In fact, there was another very important reason. She was hungry. If she didn't eat anymore, she felt that she might have to confess here.

The other party didn't want to keep him anymore, and while it was still daylight, Meng Qing got out from another alley, identified the target group, and started begging.Ladies and young men dressed in rich clothes often don't mind this small amount of money. They only need a little silver to keep her and the little baby alive for several days.

Perhaps it was because Meng Qing's body was covered with wounds and she looked even more pitiful. In one afternoon, she actually begged for some money. She was so hungry that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she spent a copper plate to put the only food in the boss's steamer. I bought the remaining three steamed buns.

Originally, the steamed buns cost a penny, but it was getting dark and the steamed buns were cold and hard to sell, so the boss gave her a cheap price.

Although he became a beggar, Meng Qing didn't want to really eat other people's leftovers, so it was urgent to get rid of the status of a beggar.

After wolfing down two steamed buns, Meng Qing kept one for tomorrow. She went to the rice store to buy a small bag of rice, and begged the boss to give her one of the unused clay pots in the store, and went home with the stuff. .

There was not even a stove in the dilapidated house. After Meng Qing took the rice and clay pots back, he used wooden sticks to pierce the ears of the pots and set them up to cook porridge.

"Do you feel better?" The little baby was still lying on the spot at noon, without moving a bit. Meng Qing found that the roast chicken and eggs left behind had not moved, so she threw the boiled eggs into the fire to roast It was hot, and I cut some meat from the roast chicken and threw it into the porridge, which was considered a little more oily and watery.

"Yeah." The other party nodded, his eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't seem to want to talk much.

Meng Qing didn't bother him either, and carefully boiled the porridge for more than half an hour. He was satisfied when the rice grains swelled and the rice soup became thick.

"Come here for porridge."

The other party did not respond.

Meng Qing removed the clay pot and put it aside to wait for it to cool off.

They had no other bowls or spoons, so they could only wait for the porridge to cool down a bit, then drink it directly from the clay pot.

Well, rough is a bit rough, but there is no way to do it.

When the porridge was cooking, the eggs had long been roasted, and now they were just warm. Meng Qing picked up the eggs, helped peel the shells, and handed them to the little baby: "Eat."

Only then did the little doll speak.

Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of behavior is probably because he has been a young man since he was a child. He is used to being served by others and basically has no ability to take care of himself.

"My name is Meng Qing, what's your name?" Meng Qing asked while poking the ham.

The other party took a small bite of the egg, chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and then replied: "Lu Yang."

Ok?
Also surnamed Lu?
She has such a relationship with Lu?
Meng Qing lost the memory of those mission worlds before, but that didn't prevent her from doubting again.

Inexplicably, she liked the surname Lu very much, and after hearing that the little baby was named Lu, her attitude became much more friendly.

She didn't continue to ask where the little baby's home was, if she wanted to send him back, because neither the original owner nor she wanted to send the little baby back.

"When you get better tomorrow, I'll take you for a walk." Meng Qing said, and then she frowned when she saw Lu Yang's clothes, "However, your clothes are too ostentatious. "

"I don't want to go out." Lu Yang rejected her as soon as he opened his mouth, "The injury is not healed yet."

"You are hurt?"

Not just burning?When was it injured?

"There are some injuries that need to rest for a while to heal."

Meng Qing nodded: "If you don't go, then don't go. I'll go shopping alone to see if I can find a way to make money. I can't go on like this."

However, in this highly hierarchical dynasty, it was not easy for a 13-year-old beggar to find a job.

That night, Meng Qing gave most of the straw to the little baby, and she was shivering from the cold. In her dream, she dreamed that there were delicacies from mountains and seas in front of her, and she couldn't finish them. After eating, the sky would dawn .

and many more!

What is this thing in your mouth?
Meng Qing quickly spit out the contents of her mouth, and found that the little baby had arrived beside her at some point, and she was holding one of the little baby's arms, nibbling with relish, and on the white and tender arm, she could already see several Obvious teeth marks.

My mother, did she gnaw on the little doll as a chicken leg?

"Sorry." Meng Qing quickly wiped the drool off his arm, "Did it hurt you?"

The little baby kept a blank face and didn't speak.

But Meng Qing always felt that he was not in a good mood.

(End of this chapter)