Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"These are eggs laid by sparrows that my mother got from other planes. They are very delicious. Last time I made fried rice for Brother Lu and the others, I forgot to make soup for them. I will cook a little more today. "

Hearing his words, the Qian Yizheng brothers breathed a sigh of relief.

At least there was a soup that would save them from being killed. They had to drink a few more sips later. However, when they saw the salt that the little milkman continued to add to the soup, they suddenly became even less calm.

"Brother, please eat quickly."

Qian Yirong swallowed his saliva and urged.

"You eat too."

Qian Yizheng glanced at Qian Yirong with cool eyes and said softly.

It's impossible to trick him into eating alone. Even if he dies, he has to drag his own brother with him.

"I, um... I suddenly don't feel very hungry, so I'd better eat it later." Qian Yirong hesitated, how should he eat this fried rice?

It feels like no matter what I say, it’s not right.

Qian Yizheng looked at his second brother intently, and after a while, he sighed softly and put down his chopsticks.

"I'll make a pot of tea, you wait."

"Okay, big brother, I'll wait for you."

When Qian Yirong heard this, he immediately became happy. At least with a pot of tea, he would definitely be able to get through it.

"No, Uncle Cheng has been here before. I'm going to see if there is any fruit to eat." Waiting for Qian Yizheng to leave, he suddenly thought that Gong Cheng had not been here before.

Uncle Gong Cheng had promised them before that he would deliver some fruits, and they might have already put them on the kitchen tent.

He will go over now to see if there is any. If there is any, he will go and get some.

Thinking about it, he followed Qian Yizheng's footsteps and went out.

When Qian Yinuo consciously put all the seasonings in place and closed the lid of the pot, he looked up and saw that the two elder brothers were still there, they were long gone.

"Hey, where is the person?"

Why did he just put in some condiments and everyone disappeared?

He was puzzled, seeing that the soup he cooked must not be ready that quickly, so he moved towards the table and took a look at the fried rice that he had cooked with all the color, aroma and flavor.

"I seem to be hungry too."

He touched his somewhat flat stomach. When his mother and the others ate just now, he didn't eat because he wasn't hungry.

But I'm actually hungry now. How about eating a few bites of the fried rice from my two brothers? It shouldn’t be a big deal if brothers eat a few less bites, right? I certainly wouldn't blame him.

"Just take a few bites, a few bites will be enough."

While the little baby was mumbling, he picked up Qian Yizheng's spoon, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, opened his mouth wide, took a sip, and put it all into his mouth.

Then, before he could chew a few mouthfuls, a salty feeling spread in his mouth, causing his whole little face to wrinkle together.

What is this thing? Does it want to murder him?

Without thinking, he spat out all the fried rice in his mouth. He almost rolled his eyes. He had never eaten such a terrible meal in his life. It was completely different from what his mother made.

Horrible, terrible!

"Nono, what are you doing?"

Qian Yiyun was still sorting out the medicinal materials when she heard the sound of vomiting. She looked up and saw her nephew holding a stool with one hand and vomiting out all the food in his mouth.

She was so frightened that she quickly dropped the medicinal materials in her hand and rushed over.

Why did this child eat it by himself? This is poisonous fried rice. It would only harm a few brothers, but now it has harmed even him.

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