Can I still save it? [Transmigration Book]

After resting until the third day, Su Yunjing regained his strength.

Song Wenqian made Xiaolongbao, the original owner's favorite, with thin skin and lots of fillings. When mixing the fillings, some lard was added, and the soup was delicious.

Xiaolongbao is very small, only half the size of a palm.

Even Su Yunjing ate five or six steamed buns in one meal.

To him, these are not steamed buns, but steamed dumplings that are a little bigger.

After dinner, while the original owner's parents were watching the news broadcast, Su Yunjing packed a few steamed buns.

The three of them finished the egg soup, and Su Yunjing prepared a bag of Weiwei soybean milk for Fu Hanzhou.

VV Soybean Milk, happy and happy.

Have fun, readers' little Kujiao!

Su Yunjing has no experience in raising children, and he doesn't know how to deal with children.

Seeing Fu Hanzhou's skinny appearance, he instinctively felt that children should be fattened up.

Went to the orphanage, but did not see Xiao Kujiao under the locust tree, Su Yunjing frowned.

What about people?

I got sick?Or was it adopted?

Fu Hanzhou has a relative, and his relative is not young.

Fu Hanzhou's mother is not a mistress, they are in a normal relationship.

The young mother Fu is very beautiful, with outstanding temperament, and she is a good match with the equally excellent father Fu, an absolute golden boy and jade girl.

But after a deep understanding, the perverted possessiveness gradually displayed by Fu's mother made Fu's father unbearable, and he unilaterally proposed to break up.

At that time, Fu's mother was already pregnant, and she felt that she could save the relationship by giving birth to the child.

Things backfired, after Fu's mother insisted on giving birth to a child, Fu's father only wanted Fu Hanzhou.

This result stimulated Fu Hanzhou's mother and made her condition worse.

For some reason, Fu Hanzhou's mother didn't give the child to Fu's father, and carried him away.

Without Fu's mother's entanglement, Fu's father got married and had children, and lived a new life.

But because of an accident, his son died.

The wife couldn't bear the pain of losing her son, and she also fell ill and passed away a year later.

Father Fu, who had been hit one after another, remembered in his grief that he still had a child.

As mentioned in the novel, Fu Hanzhou was taken home by his biological father when he was seven years old.

Fu Hanzhou was seven years old this year, but Su Yunjing remembered that he was taken back before the New Year.

It's only June now, half a year away from the time in the novel.

Su Yunjing asked other children, and learned that Fu Hanzhou was not sick, nor was he taken away.

Just because he had a fight with other children before dinner, he was punished by the aunt of the orphanage and confinement.

Probably in order to highlight Fu Hanzhou's miserable childhood, and to provide a reasonable explanation for his later development into a sickly child, the aunt in the orphanage not only punished him with confinement, but also beat Fu Hanzhou.

He took a ruler and hit Fu Hanzhou's palms more than a dozen times.

Fu Hanzhou was locked in a confinement room, sitting alone in a corner against the wall.

His pens and drawing books were confiscated, and he looked into the distance through the worn window screen.

Today's weather is not very good, cloudy.

The gloomy clouds are pressing down layer by layer, giving people a dull and breathless feeling.

Suddenly, a round head appeared at the window, blocking Fu Hanzhou's sight.

Seeing that face, Fu Hanzhou frowned slightly and looked away.

Su Yunjing stepped on two bricks, looked into the window, and soon found Fu Hanzhou in the corner.

Xiao Kujiao leaned against the corner of the wall, her eyes closed, her crow-feather-like thick eyelashes drooping down on her eyelids, casting a very heavy shadow.

That childish and beautiful face was full of indifference.

"Is your hand okay?" Su Yunjing asked.

I heard from other children that Fu Hanzhou has been refusing to admit his mistakes, so angry that the aunt in the orphanage beat him several times.

In fact, looking at Fu Hanzhou's dark eyes without any impurities, the adults in the orphanage sometimes feel terrified.

A seven-year-old child, when you hit him, he won't cry or fuss, and he will look at you blankly.

They are obviously a pair of very beautiful eyes, but they always make people feel that something fierce and violent is about to be torn out from inside.

Frightening.

Subconsciously, the teacher who was only trying to scare Fu Hanzhou couldn't help but aggravate it a lot.

Fu Hanzhou didn't speak, nor did he look at Su Yunjing.

Seeing that he still ignored his answers, Su Yunjing was not discouraged.

"I won't be your friend anymore, we'll just be strangers. If you don't want to talk to me, don't. If you don't want to talk to me, you can do whatever you want."

"I brought some Xiaolongbao from home, you can just eat my food and ignore me."

Su Yunjing picked up a small steamed bun from the grocery bag, and passed it to Fu Hanzhou through the torn window screen.

He really doesn't mind at all, Fu Hanzhou is a little scumbag who only cares about his stomach and doesn't care about his heart.

"My mother put a little lard in the stuffing of Xiaolongbao, and the soup will come out when you bite into it, which is very delicious."

Su Yunjing tempted, "Try it, very fragrant steamed buns."

Fu Hanzhou didn't eat at night, and he was hungry now, but he still didn't move.

My stomach rumbled honestly.

But the voice was not loud, Su Yunjing didn't hear it, but Fu Hanzhou pursed his lips in anger, turned his back and didn't want to talk to Su Yunjing.

"If you don't eat it, I'll send it to the kid who fought with you."

"I heard that he scolded you first. You were punished because he was hungry, but he ate the buns I gave you and drank the soy milk I made for you. After eating and drinking enough, he could sleep well at night. Sleep."

When Su Yunjing spoke, he kept paying attention to Fu Hanzhou's actions.

But Xiao Kujiao turned his back to him, and Su Yunjing couldn't see Fu Hanzhou's expression.

"I sent it to him." Su Yunjing said deliberately.

Fu Hanzhou's eyelashes trembled, and his small brows furrowed.

"I'm really leaving." Su Yunjing raised his voice to remind Fu Hanzhou.

Su Yunjing jumped off the brick, and when Fu Hanzhou turned his head, he only saw half of Su Yunjing's head.

Seeing his reaction, Su Yunjing stepped on the two red bricks again.

"Come here!" Su Yunjing waved to Fu Hanzhou.

Fu Hanzhou's dark eyes became deeper and deeper, with uncontrollable violence rolling in their depths.

He didn't know why this man was always bothering him. For a moment, Fu Hanzhou wanted to use a pencil sharpener he had secretly hidden to plunge into this man's artery.

Fu Hanzhou held the knife in his trouser pocket, and rubbed the tip of the knife with his fingertips.

The woman's sharp curses filled her mind.

"In this world, no one will be nice to you little bastard."

Looking at the blue blood vessel on Su Yunjing's side neck, Fu Hanzhou sucked killing intent between his teeth.

He touched the blade, lowered his eyes, and walked towards Su Yunjing step by step.

Seeing that Fu Hanzhou was willing to come over, Su Yunjing was overjoyed.

"Give you."

Su Yunjing reached into the screen window, holding a small white and fat bun in his hand.

Su Yunjing's palms were facing up, and two clear and obvious blood vessels were exposed on his wrists.

Fu Hanzhou looked at Su Yunjing's wrist and took out his hand from his pocket.