Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

Yin Yanyan didn't want to tell the truth, so she vaguely said: "Well, they are just a few street gangsters. Mommy taught them a lesson and everything is fine. () Okay, Guozi, Mommy is hungry, what are you cooking for something delicious?"

Yin Guo blinked his big eyes and stopped asking. He jumped down and brought the prepared food: "Mommy, Guozi made the soup for you, as well as your favorite rice bowl."

The food was fragrant as soon as it was served. Yin Yanyan took a long breath and kissed her son generously on the cheek: "Guozi, you are the most considerate. It's mommy's little cotton jacket."

I am so happy to have a genius son. He doesn’t have to worry about anything, and he can still take care of a mother like her who is incompetent in cooking.[

I remember that when she was cooking, she would either make it salty or bland. No matter the color or taste, it would always make people feel stomach ache.

Thinking about letting her son eat both hungry and full meals made her feel guilty for her son.

But she really tried her best at that time, but there was really nothing she could do.

Fortunately, Yin Guo is a genius. The little guy couldn't bear his stomach that was constantly being ravaged. One day, he learned to cook from the TV. Unexpectedly, he cooked it right the first time. Although the color was not as good as the one on TV, it tasted good.

It tastes quite good.

From then on, the heavy responsibility of cooking fell on Yin Guo's small shoulders.

The couple finally escaped from the hot water of 'pig food' and headed towards the happiness and sweetness of delicious food...

After eating, Yin Yanyan sat on the sofa holding her slightly stretched belly and didn't want to move. Yin Guo dragged the small medicine box over with a serious look on her face: "Mommy, where are you injured? Yin Guo will give you medicine.

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Yin Yanyan rolled up her sleeves and showed off a section of her snow-white and pink arms: "Here, there's a small tear here."

It was really just a small wound. It broke a little oily skin and oozed out a few drops of blood...

Yin Guo looked at the wound. It looked like it was scratched by something like the opponent's button.

Yin Guo's big eyes flashed with light. He lowered his head to apply medicine to Mommy and said, "Mommy, is the other person wearing a black suit?"

Yin Yanyan was stunned for a moment, this kid can't pinch and count, can he?! This can be seen?

As if she guessed Mommy's doubts, Yin Guo used her little fingernail to pick up a piece of black cloth on Yin Yanyan's arm: "They left evidence of guilt."

Yin Yanyan: "..."

Can a black cloth thread be used to identify a black suit?

The suspicious look in Yin Yanyan's eyes became even more serious.

"Mommy, this kind of cloth is..."

Yin Guo named this kind of cloth, and then added: "It is usually made into suits."

Yin Yanyan's eyes fell on her son, and she trembled in her heart.[

How does a little kid know so much?!

Could it be that he was possessed by some ghost?

This kid could really change his career and become Sherlock Holmes!

"Guoguo." She pulled her son into her arms: "Where did you know so much knowledge?"

She doesn’t even know what kind of cloth this is!

Well, it seems that he was too happy to say it, and he spilled the beans and exposed his talent.

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