Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Qin Xiaoguo looked at the little black monkey in front of her in disbelief. She couldn't believe that the dreams were real. Those memories were experienced by this body. This body has just passed away, and she left the apocalypse. After coming to this body, he was still married and had a baby.

"Mother?"

A cautious voice came from beside him, and the boy became more and more uneasy when he saw his mother's strange expression, could it be that he fell over his head.

"Mum~ woo, are you alright, what should I do if something happens to my mother?" The little man said in a milky voice, "Mum~ I won't eat so much in the future, I can also go out to find something to eat. ."

The young child thinks that he has eaten too much, so the mother will fall down when she is not full, and it is all her fault.

Xiaoguo looked back at the boy who was crying suddenly, "Hey, don't cry..." She really didn't know how to get along with the child, looking at the crying child, thinking about his name , Jiang? Jiang? "Jiang... Qingwen."

Xiaoguo carefully called out his name. The boy who was crying and couldn't help himself heard his mother calling his name, and stopped crying instantly. Only when he was in trouble would his mother call his name.

"Mother?"

Hearing such a soft voice calling her mother, Xiaoguo's heart was a complete mess, "Zhuangzhuang, mother is fine, don't worry about mother."

Xiaoguo just remembered that when he was born, her mother-in-law called him Zhuangzhuang in order to make him grow strong.

But now... I'm dry, thin, and dirty. Hey, I didn't expect that a big girl of mine would have such a big cheap son.

murmur murmur...

Xiaoguo listened to the protest from her stomach, hungry, this body hadn't eaten for three days, Xiaoguo clutched her stomach and was about to get out of bed to find something to eat. Before she could get off her feet, her head buzzed. About to fall to the ground, Xiaoguo hurriedly held on to the edge of the bed to avoid falling, but she was taken aback by watching Xiaoguo's Zhuangzhuang, so she quickly rushed to Xiaoguo, holding Xiaoguo tightly with both hands. clothes.

Apparently, she was frightened by the fall, for fear that her mother would have another accident.

"Don't be afraid of Zhuangzhuang, mother just didn't stand firm, it's alright." Xiaoguo gently stroked Zhuangzhuang's back.

"I'll support my mother." The child said to Xiaoguo firmly and seriously.

"it is good."

Xiaoguo followed Zhuangzhuang to her kitchen, looked at the empty grain bags, and thought carefully about what she had eaten before. Before the famine, there was rice noodles, but after that, she went out to dig wild vegetables to satisfy her hunger. empty.

After rummaging around, Xiaoguo finally found a grain bag with a handful of rice in it. But now every grain of rice is so precious, Xiaoguo happily grabbed the rice grain and sprinkled it into the pot, then added water and set it on fire.

On the other side, Zhuangzhuang, who was closely following Xiaoguo, looked at his mother's actions with a little hesitation, "Mother, didn't you say that this food will not be taken out until it is absolutely necessary?"

The original owner said before that this food was prepared for Zhuang Zhuang to prevent accidents, but now Xiaoguo feels that if she doesn't eat anything, the two mothers and children will definitely starve to death. Strong, now more important.

"Well, that's right, now is the time of last resort. Shall we eat porridge?"

Zhuangzhuang was also fascinated by the word porridge. He hadn't had porridge for a long time. He still remembered that it was very fragrant and fragrant. Thinking about it, he tapped his mouth, nodded slowly, and said hello.

Xiaoguo rubbed his head, it was sticky, and it seemed that she would boil water to give him a bath in a while.

As soon as they spoke, the water boiled, and the fragrance of rice wafted out from the gap of the pot lid. The two of them couldn't help smelling the fragrance and sighed in relief, "Ah~"

The two looked at each other embarrassedly when they heard the voice, and laughed out loud.

Xiaoguo stood up and glanced around, thinking if she could make a vegetable porridge with oil and vegetables, but in the end she only found a wild vegetable and a fingernail-sized lard left in the oil tank.

He washed the wild vegetables, chopped them into pieces with a knife, then threw them into the pot together with the lard, and stirred them with a spoon.