The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

Gu Tingyuan guessed that his wife was poisoned, but he dared not let his wife know. I'm afraid that when she knows, her temper will come up and she will have to toss again.

He couldn't look at her and his son all the time, and he might not be able to guard against it, so he didn't dare to provoke her.

But she said "can't afford it", which made him feel relieved.

Yes, no matter whether she wants to poison her or not, has she ever planned to do so, as long as she can't afford the poison, everything is just empty talk.

For a moment, he was somewhat thankful for his wife's lavishness. She always spent the silver money he gave her very quickly. Buying jewelry, powdered powder, and expensive snacks could not last for a few days and then spent it all.

While rejoicing, he couldn't help thinking in his heart, should he be more cautious when giving his wife home in the future? Otherwise, this kind of situation will happen again in the future, and she happens to have not used up the money in her hand, what should I do if I buy arsenic?

All the thoughts are just a moment. He turned around, his face was not clear in the night, only a delicate outline: "It's all my fault, I'm too late to come back, I'm tired of you to work."

Shao Yin couldn't help but said to Huihui, "This is too virtuous!"

This is not a question of gender or gender!

To be a human being for this purpose, whether male or female, is a treasure!

"Tsk." Huihui smacked, "Then you want to soak him?"

Let Huihui say that it is hoped that Shaoyin will be the hero.

It is a cannon fodder system, its task force can't even eat farts, and can only die in various tricks according to the script.

If you soak up the male lead and rob the female lead man, then it will be interesting! Thinking about it is very exciting, exciting and energetic!

Shao Yin didn't speak.

Such a virtuous man actually pokes her aesthetic a bit.

"The meal should be ready." She nodded her chin into the stove. "You can get it out."

Gu Tingyuan immediately replied: "Okay, I will serve the meal."

Shaoyin turned around and went out, found a group of dark shadows in the chaotic night, walked over and held him: "Go home for dinner."

An'er raised her hand and said, "Mother, eat!"

Shaoyin looked down and saw that it was half a bun.

This kid is very delicate to eat, or rather gritty, he likes to nibble little by little. After walking for so long, he didn't even finish a steamed bun, and there was half of it left!

Shaoyin thought for a while, took it, and ate it in two bites: "An'er is filial, mother is very happy."

An'er was also very happy, being held by her mother, and walking staggeringly home.

It's not that he is not hungry, it is not that he is not greedy for buns, but he remembers that there are fried mussels in the hall. If you fill up your belly, how can you eat clam meat later?

Shaoyin also took this into consideration and didn't let him eat a whole bun. When the two entered the yard, they saw Gu Tingyuan walking around to the main house, serving vegetables and meals.

Shao Yin didn't help. She cooks the meal, she has already worked hard.

After entering the room, I sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

When Gu Tingyuan also sat down, she moved her chopsticks and clamped to the stewed winter melon in the large porcelain basin.

The winter melon was simmered well, and she cut it thinly, so it was not a good pinch. She retracted her chopsticks and said to Gu Ting far away: "Go get a bowl, and then get a spoon."

Gu Tingyuan just picked up a wotou, before he had time to take a bite, he immediately put it back into wotou and got up and went out.

Get used to it and see no complaints at all.

Shaoyin couldn't help but sighed, what a good temper!

After a while, he brought in two small bowls, one in front of his son and the other in front of his wife. There is a small spoon in each bowl. He picked up the bowl in front of his son and used the small spoon to scoop the winter melon soup into the bowl.

After scooping a few spoonfuls, he found that his wife had also picked up the small bowl and scooped winter melon soup into the bowl, and couldn't help but act.

Shaoyin caught his sight, glanced at him, and said, "When you remember, the winter melon soup is cold."

Gu Tingyuan wanted to explain that after he planned to give his son a gift, he would give her a gift. But the words rolled around his mouth several times and swallowed back again.

Worried that she would not say it on the surface, but he was angry in his heart. He glanced at her from time to time and saw that she had the soup ready and ate it. There was no tendency to lose her temper. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and concentrate on giving it to his son. Serving soup.

Putting a small bowl of winter melon soup in front of his son, Gu Tingyuan broke a small piece of wotou to him and let him eat it slowly. With vegetable soup moisturizing, it won't get stuck in the throat.

Shaoyin pulled the bowl of shredded clam meat from the middle of the table to his son: "Is it cold?"

It's actually not cold. The weather is hot and the dishes are slowly cold. She touched the wall of the bowl with the back of her finger just now, and it was still hot.

An'er likes the word "taste", which reminds him of what his mother told him when the dishes were just out of the pot.

Hastily picked up the small spoon and stretched it into the bowl.

The savory and savory taste has been remembered by the taste buds. Even if he ate half a meat bun, he did not forget it. He couldn't wait to scoop a spoonful into his mouth, and the familiar and delicious taste spread on the tip of his tongue, satisfying him. His eyes narrowed.

The clam meat was hammered soft and chewy, and the celery covered in the soup was crunchy and delicious. He was so happy, he went to scoop a second spoonful. When the second spoonful was eaten, I remembered something: "Daddy!"

Gu Tingyuan looked at the little bit of mussel meat and asked an adult man to eat it, but it was only two bites, and said, "Daddy doesn't like it."

"It's delicious!" An'er tried to convince him, "Daddy try it."

Looking at his son's bright eyes, Gu Tingyuan had to pinch a thin celery and put it in his mouth: "Well, it's delicious."

"Daddy taste the meat!" An'er said again.

Gu Ting was far from help, his heart softened into a puff of water, and the smallest piece of pork was sandwiched: "It's delicious."

How could it not taste good? Where is the meat that is not tasty?

An'er was satisfied, and said to her mother: "Eat too, mother!"

"This kid is too filial, right?" Huihui couldn't help but said, "He likes to eat so much, and there is only such a small amount, so he doesn't protect food."

Shaoyin also felt that this child was very pure and kind.

Thinking of the plot that he was dragged by his mother and jumped into the river, he lost his life at a young age and didn't even understand the meaning of "death", and suddenly lost his mood at all.

"I don't eat." She said directly.

An'er puzzled: "Why?"

"I'll eat it for you," Shaoyin said, "I'm fed you up, I'm happy to feed you, and I will come back tomorrow to touch more mussels."

An'er blinked her eyes, gradually understood, and nodded happily: "Okay! Touch a lot! Make a big bowl!"

"Very well, this is what you said." Shaoyin said, "I will have half a bowl by then."

"Okay." An'er nodded obediently, and pushed the small bowl toward her, "Mother."

"I don't eat, I don't think it is too small." Shaoyin pushed back, "make more tomorrow, and I will eat again when the time comes."

An'er understood, no longer let her eat, and said neatly: "I will touch a lot tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he scooped a spoonful of shredded pork and celery and delivered it to the mouth. The food was so delicious that the little feet under the table pedaled and stepped on.

Shaoyin soaked the head with winter melon soup, ate half of it, and then looked over and said: "You asked me before, why do you want to beat it before eating it. Do you know now?"

An'er thought for a while and shook his head.

"Don't you find some shredded pork is chewy, some are chewy?"

An'er's eyes suddenly widened!

"The chewy ones are beaten, the chewy ones are not beaten." Shaoyin said.

An'er immediately hugged the small bowl and looked at the few remaining shreds of pork. They were thin, dyed with sauce, curled up at the bottom of the bowl, and there was no difference. Next, he ate them one by one, which obviously made a difference.

"It's delicious without beating." The last one was chewy, and he couldn't bear to swallow it, chewing and chewing in his mouth.

Shaoyin smiled.

"Then I won't beat it next time."

This is gluttonous, I want to smack it for a while. In the future, he will not be greedy for meat, he must like to eat the beaten, soft, smooth and tender, with a better taste.

Gu Tingyuan stared at this scene blankly, his mind was noisy, and he couldn't believe that the man who teased his son was his wife. Although her tone was lazy, she was indeed teasing her son.

Moreover, eating a clam meat, one was beaten, and the other was not beaten, just to let the son eat the difference.

He didn't think it was his wife's laziness. If she was lazy, she wouldn't beat a single one.

Chewing the wotou mechanically, Gu Tingyuan's heart was complicated and flustered. He didn't understand the reason for his wife's sudden change. Thinking of the daytime affairs, he worried that she was holding back other thoughts, and seeing her look so abnormal, he must be holding back. big.

A meal has no taste.

After the meal, Gu Ting went to wash the pot and wash the dishes, and boiled hot water to wipe the whole family.

When the weather is hot, I sweat easily, making my body sticky and uncomfortable. Rub it to make it more refreshing and easier to fall asleep.

Shaoyin strolled along the path outside the yard.

An'er followed behind her and muttered: "I will move a pot tomorrow, and I will dig the mussels and put them in the pot, so I don't have to go again."

"Ok."

"Mother, when can snails be eaten?"

"Three days later."

"Mother, snail or mussel, which one is delicious?"

"I'll know when you eat it."

The evening breeze blows, the leaves are smashed, and the sound of cicadas fills the mountains and forests, with the unique movement of summer.

Shaoyin suddenly remembered something: "Jin Cicada is also delicious."

Why don't you forget it, you can touch the golden cicada and eat it?

An'er blinked, looked up at her and said, "What is Jin Chan?"

"It's dark now, it's not easy to catch. I will take you to catch it tomorrow. You'll know when you see it." Shaoyin said.

An'er nodded: "Okay." His big eyes were shining brightly in the dark, and her little face was full of expectation.

The mothers wandered outside. After Gu Tingyuan finished boiling the water, he went out to find someone.

"The water is ready," he said, holding his son in his hand, "go back?"

Shaoyin knew that he wanted to take his son back to recite poems and count, so he nodded, "Go back."

The family wiped their bodies separately and entered the hall together. In the hot weather, Gu Tingyuan didn't close the door. He lit the oil lamp, sat at the table with his son, took a test of what he had taught before, and then taught him to recite a new poem.

After memorizing the poem, he began to teach him to count again.

He picked a handful of plant seeds from nowhere. They were small dark-brown beads, a little bigger than soybeans, and smelled a light fragrance. The hard shells were scattered on the table, and they collided with a ding-ding-dong.

Using this small bead, he taught An'er to count from one to ten, and then taught him addition and subtraction within ten.

He teaches patiently and is not in a hurry for success. If his son learns, he will learn, and if he can't learn, he will continue to teach tomorrow. However, if he can teach well, he will tell a short story as a reward to end the study today.

The short story is not new, but for a three-year-old child, it is still very fascinating. For example, the little rabbit went out to pick fruit, encountered a trap, but was rescued by the little deer, so he went home happily.

He told the story of a chicken thief. Shaoyin was lying on the bed, listening to him telling the story of changing the soup but not the medicine: "The deer went out to get water and got stuck in a pit with one foot. He happened to meet the little rabbit he rescued yesterday. With the help of the little rabbit, the little deer got away smoothly, flicked the water and went home happily."

An'er likes to listen very much. In his opinion, this is obviously a new story! It's not the same as yesterday! He thinks his father is attentive!

It is precisely in order to hear interesting stories every day that Gu Tingyuan taught him what he learned very hard.

After the story was told, An'er was content, yawned, and walked to the bed.

Shaoyin took off his shoes and clothes again, leaving only a belly, and then patted his bare buttocks and drove him into the bed.

A family of three sleeps on the same bed. An'er sleeps at the innermost part, Shaoyin sleeps in the middle, and Gu Tingyuan sleeps outside.

After teaching his son, Gu Tingyuan did not rest, but took up the book under the oil lamp.