After her husband died in battle, she relied on the villain cub to make a comeback.

The rising sun rises in the east, and a blazing sun hangs on the horizon.

The thick porridge is bubbling with heat. Use a wooden spoon to dig into the cracked grilled clay bowl, and the aroma of rice overflows.

Si Zhu was not busy using his chopsticks, but watched nervously as the bad woman hugged her little sister. Ever since the bad woman got married, not to mention ordinary hugs and kisses between relatives, neither beatings nor scoldings would be like smoke coming out of ancestral graves.

Ye Zhizhi didn't care how much these brats hated her. He brought the porridge with less water and more rice in front of Wuya. He didn't look aggressive at all, and his voice lowered two degrees and said,

"Mom remembers that Yaya likes to eat chicken. From now on, mom will go hunting in the back mountains every now and then. She will try to make sure that Yaya can eat chicken every time. Can we grow taller quickly?"

Wuya's tears were falling down. From yesterday afternoon until now, her mother has not slapped her, saying that she was shameless and wanted to eat bones. Instead, she touched her head and carried her to the dinner table to hold some meat for her. .

Mother's big hands were so warm, and when she held her, she had the illusion that she was really liked, but she couldn't believe it. She was afraid that if she overstepped the rules, she would make Mother unhappy.

The little girl wiped her tears and didn't even dare to cry loudly. Ye Zhizhi felt very distressed. She took the chopsticks and handed the meat to Wuya's mouth:

"Eat, eat. If you cry about the meat, your brothers will finish it."

The four pillars who have not yet moved their chopsticks: "..."

Just tell lies with your eyes open.

Wuya burped and looked at the chicken in front of her in disbelief. The chicken was delicious, tasty and delicious. Not to mention visiting relatives during the holidays, the stepmother was not willing to let her eat an extra grain of rice, let alone the meat. Something precious.

Her little mouth moved subconsciously and took a sip of meat. The real smell of meat made her eyes sparkle with almonds, and she couldn't help but take another bite.

Watching Erzhu and others, they touched their dry stomachs and swallowed.

Greed, hunger, and poverty are the hardships left behind by this dynasty and the extreme natural environment. Foraging for food from the soil, taxes from the court, pests, floods, and droughts, hooligans, and the like are all lucky not to starve to death. As for eating meat?

How many people don’t know what it tastes like until the day they die.

The burden on Ye Zhizhi is heavy and heavy. She not only wants the little villains to take the right path, but also wants them to be fed and clothed, instead of just sitting around and eating nothing in the space.

He put Wuya on a stool aside, waved his hand, and said to the boys:

"Okay, stop staring at me and let's move."

Five or six-year-old children, to put it bluntly, are easy to coax. Even if they don't like this stepmother in their hearts, the joy in their eyes will overflow when they see so much food. But if the bad woman doesn't eat, they still don't dare to move their chopsticks casually. .

Ye Zhizhi knew very well how domineering the original owner was in this family, so he ate the chicken first as usual, and then the Xiao family's children started to move.

Just like a piglet in a pig pen who has been hungry for ten and a half days, his head is buried in the bowl, no matter how soupy the porridge is, he wolfs it down!

The fragrant porridge is paired with the fragrant chicken, everything is as beautiful as a weird dream!

There was a sound of "pa--".

Si Zhu suddenly covered his small buttocks, looked at Er Zhu in disbelief and said, "Second brother, why did you hit me?"

Erzhu said blankly: "Fourth brother, does it hurt?"

"... What do you say?!"

"As long as it hurts, as long as it hurts!" Erzhu breathed a sigh of relief and muttered: "It means I'm not dreaming!"

Four Pillars: "..."

Forget it, let’s get down to work.

Ye Zhizhi couldn't help but remind the cubs in an aggravated tone, "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you!"

It’s not that she doesn’t feel sorry for the brats, she thinks their meals are not as pleasing to the eye as Dazhu, the gentle scum, but she is really worried that they will eat too quickly and choke later!

And if you eat hot rice all the time, you have a certain chance of getting esophageal cancer. This is no joke!

Unexpectedly, the boys who were eating froze when they heard this.

Wuya slowly put down the croquettes in her hand, looked at Ye Zhizhi at a loss, and said in a timid and nervous voice like a newborn kitten:

"Mom, Yaya doesn't want to eat. Mom, don't be angry..." She thought Ye Zhizhi was angry that she ate too much.

Ye Zhizhi raised her eyes and saw the four cubs in front of her, all looking at her with guarded and fearful expressions, and felt a headache.

Why are they all so timid and suspicious!

"Mom, I don't feel bad about eating. The two pheasants we shot up the mountain today are so fat that they can feed us two meals. There are also about ten pheasants in the cage. If they are hatched well and raised carefully, they will be ready in a few months. Grow up into little chickens, lay eggs and eat meat. Mom said this just to let you cool down and eat slowly."

Ye Zhizhi did not expect that the speaker was unintentional and the listener was interested. Her words of concern would change the taste in the ears of the cubs.

But it also reminded her that the original owner had seen the cubs secretly roasting sparrows several times. When she found out that only the sparrow heads were left, she was so angry that she said they were reborn as ghosts because they were starving and did not leave any meat for themselves. Beat them up hard.

This is good. Originally, I thought that the little ones wouldn't have much fat in their stomachs, and eating too much chicken would lead to diarrhea, but now Ye Zhizhi couldn't stop it.

But this meal of rice, chicken and side dishes made Sanzhu a little flustered.

This year, even if it rains, the harvest will not be much better. For some unknown reason, the stepmother has taken them to live in vain, but what will happen if there is a famine?

Sighing, he was worried and thought at the same time that if he didn't eat, he would give it to his stepfather for a cheap price, or he would be deceived by the aunt sent by grandma with a few words, so it would be better to have a good meal.

Anyway, he didn't want to live any longer in this miserable day.

If one day we run out of ammunition and food, we will be destroyed together!

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It took more than half a stick of incense to be eaten in one meal.

After eating and drinking, Ye Zhizhi drove Si Zhu and Wu Ya out of the kitchen to wash the dishes, washed the dishes, and then had time to take out the eleven wild eggs from the cage on his back.

However, since she had never hatched such a thing in her previous life, and she seemed to have heard someone say that hatching eggs must be turned over every hour to ensure even heating, etc., she had so many things to do, how could she have time to take care of these things? Chicken cub.

He simply called Sanzhu over and said, "Come on, mother will give you a task. Can you hatch eggs? From today on, you will be guarding these wild eggs."

Sanzhu was inexplicably fond of mentioning a group of chickens that had broken out of their shells. He was curious, nervous and at a loss. There were not many boys who didn't like chicken eggs.

But it’s not easy for a chick that hasn’t hatched to survive.

Then he raised his head and looked at the bad woman, pursed his lips and said, "What if I die?" Hit him?

Bad women have always been like this.

Ye Zhizhi saw him stiffening and tried to be calm, but there was deep uneasiness in his eyes.

Just a child of one or six years old, still pretending to be an adult because the old god is here. Ye Zhizhi felt funny in her heart, and touched his head, and as expected, rubbed a hand with oil:

"If the chickens can be hatched, the chickens and eggs will be yours from now on. Of course, it doesn't matter if they can't be hatched. Chickens are not easy to raise in the first place."

As if it was unbelievable that such reasonable words could come out of the bad woman's mouth, and she wanted to ask again, at this time, a panicked shout suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, urging the neighbors to rush out:

"Someone, come quickly! Aunt Liu's big cow has been stung by a wasp!"