We are all reborn, who will be your control group?

Wen Qin was so adorable at her little adult look that she went over to carefully take the big plate from her hand and put it back in the cupboard.

"You are young, so you'd better eat less of this kind of pickles."

"You're talking nonsense, my mom makes the best pickles!"

The little girl stood on the stool and stamped her feet, resolutely defending her mother's craftsmanship.

Wen Qin had three miscarriages in her previous life and didn't keep any of the children, but she actually loved children very much.

However, by the time she had maternal love, Zhang Yin had already grown up. Also, because Wen Jie had a falling out with them and cut off all contact with them, she did not play the role of an aunt properly.

Now seeing that the strong woman Zhang Yin has become so soft and cute, I can't help but reach out and pinch her chubby face.

"My sister's pickles are the most delicious in the world, but you can't eat too much delicious food." Wen Qin picked up the little girl who was stunned by the pinching of her face and got her down from the stool. "Auntie will make you something else delicious. Just do your homework."

Zhang Yin was very worried that Wen Qin would burn down their kitchen, so she kept leaning on the door and watching Wen Qin busy in the kitchen.

I saw her skillfully turning on the gas, lighting the fire, pouring oil, and cooking...

After watching for a long time, he found that she seemed to be able to cook, so he ran away to Wenhe with an indignant look on his face.

Wen He was carefully pouring out the medicine at this time. When he saw Zhang Yin running down, he hurriedly called out, "Auntie, don't come down. Stand there and don't touch the medicine."

Zhang Yin stood on the stairs, her face round with anger: "Third uncle, go and see my aunt, she poured half a bowl of oil into the dish! Half a bowl!!"

Wen He looked nonchalant: "It's only half a bowl. I'll get you a bowl of oil later."

Zhang Yin was so angry that she felt like a pufferfish. She felt that her third uncle was no longer the best uncle in the world to her. Mom was right! Her aunt was a big bad guy!

But the food my aunt cooks is really delicious!

Zhang Yin ate a scrambled egg, a piece of shredded potato and green pepper, and a piece of braised eggplant in one bite.

"Why is it so delicious without meat?" Zhang Yin's mouth was full of food, but he still insisted on speaking.

Wenhe lowered his head to eat and had no time to pay attention to his niece.

Wen Qin smiled and served her a bowl of seaweed soup to prevent her from choking.

Woo woo woo, I don’t want to betray so quickly. What should I do if it’s really better than the pickles my mom makes?

After taming this little creature, Wen Qin felt much more comfortable in the afternoon.

She finished drinking the medicine with a frown on her brow. Seeing her like this, the little girl ran into the room for the first time and took out a fruit candy wrapped in colorful candy paper.

"Here, it won't be bitter if you eat the candy."

Wen Qin's heart melted instantly. She was such a caring and thoughtful person.

Wenhe couldn't stay there and ran away after dinner. Wenqin stayed to accompany the little girl to continue doing homework.

This was the warm scene that Wen Jie saw when she entered the room.

Her selfish sister, who never saw the road under her feet, lowered her head, smiled, and looked tenderly at her daughter who had her eyes high.

And her daughter, who looked at everyone as a fool, looked at her aunt with sparkling eyes full of admiration.

Wen Jie took a step back, took a look, and saw that it was indeed her home, so she came back in.

It’s still a warm picture, like that of a mother and daughter.

I couldn't help but cough lightly.

When Zhang Yin saw her mother coming back, her eyes lit up and she jumped down from her seat immediately: "Mom, mom, you're back? Come and try the egg pancakes made by my aunt, they're delicious."

There was a cloth covering the dining table, so Zhang Yin couldn't reach it. Wen Qin stood up and said to Wen Jie with a smile, "I didn't have anything to cook this afternoon, so I made it as a snack for her. But it's also good for breakfast."

Wen Qin’s egg pancake is more like the hand-pulled pancake of later generations. It is spread with egg liquid and wrapped with various vegetables while it is still hot.

But now that it was cold, it wasn't appropriate to wrap the vegetables in it, so she cut the whole pancake into small pieces.

Wen Qin picked up a piece and gave it to Wen Jie. Seeing her daughter looking at her expectantly, Wen Jie took a bite from Wen Qin's hand.

“It’s cold, but it’s not bad.”

Wen Qin smiled brightly when Wen Jie said "not bad".

In fact, in Wen Qin's opinion, the cold egg pancake was a bit greasy, but most people nowadays are still a little short of animal oil. Neither Wen Jie nor Zhang Yin felt that the cold pancake was greasy, but ate it with relish.

Wen Qin heated it up and came out to see Wen He had also returned. The egg pancakes cut into pieces were not enough for him to make by himself. He ate one piece at a time and the whole bowl of pancakes was gone.

The little brat is eating his dad out of house and house. Although Wen Jie is not short of money, she is still irritated by her brother who is a big eater.

Zhang Yin slapped Wen He hard as she cried.

"Sister, I want to set up a stall in front of the Chinese Medicine Hospital to sell this. Do you think I can make money?"

Wen Jie was stunned.

This is different from the attitude of the production teams in the countryside who are very scared when talking about the word "buy and sell".

In fact, in the county town, some people are already doing this kind of small street stall business.

It seemed that no one came to arrest her. Wen Jie was not short of money. Although she never cared about this aspect, she had heard other people in the factory mention this matter.

"I disagree."

Wen Qin was not anxious when she heard these four words: "Why? The news is different now. When I came back from the Chinese medicine hospital, I saw someone selling roasted sweet potatoes, and no one arrested them."

Wen Jie still shook her head: "If Wen He were to do this, I would definitely not object. I could even support a coal stove, but you can't."

Wen Qin frowned.

"Qinqin." Wen Qin was a little surprised by this nickname that she hadn't been called since she was ten years old.

"Have you forgotten that you are married?"

Wen Qin was stunned on the spot.

She seemed to suddenly remember.

Yes, she is married now, so whether she wants to do this business requires the consent of not only her sisters and brothers.

No matter from which perspective, Jie Mingxia should be informed.

"Where is Jie Mingxia now?" Wen Jie asked.

"He went out to deliver goods for the company in his car. He won't be back for two days..."

Wen Qin fell into memories. When did Jie Mingxia come back in her previous life?

At that time, Deng Rong coaxed her around, giving her an apple today, a bun tomorrow, and a hairband the day after tomorrow.

He even forgot to go find Xie Guiqiu to vent his bad luck, so how could he remember what date Xie Mingxia came back.

She looked up at the calendar on the wall and began counting on her fingers.

The Chinese New Year is only a few days away, and Xie Mingxia seems to have returned the day before the Chinese New Year.

Wen Qin blinked.

In other words, Xie Mingxia will be back in three days.

Wen Jie looked at Wen Qin with a bit of amusement as her expression suddenly widened as if she had seen a ghost, and wondered why she had changed again after she had just praised her for having changed.

"What's with that expression on your face? You don't seem very happy that Mingxia is back?"

"No, it's not..."

But for a moment, I didn't know how to face this taciturn man.