rebirth of the first queen

"allergy?!"

Wen Qiliang unconsciously took a step forward.

"Does your mother know that you are allergic to bean sprouts?"

But Wen Qiliang regretted it after asking. Mo Shaoen is 25 years old this year. Even if he is not his own mother, he has been a foster mother for many years. How could he not know that his son is allergic to bean sprouts!

This is simply naked control!

That old widow did it on purpose!

She knew that Mo Shaoen was allergic to bean sprouts, but to prove that everything was under her control, she had the final say!Even if Mo Shaoen is allergic to bean sprouts, she will let him eat them!

"Bah! Of course the old widow knows! What the hell!" Wen Qiliang said to himself.

Mo Shaoen was not so angry, he had already gotten used to it, and it had been 20 years since he could remember, when he was five years old and vomited and had diarrhea after eating bean sprouts, his wife even slapped him across the face.

"My son's favorite dish is bean sprouts, you have to eat them all!"

"Don't vomit!"

"Did you hear that! If you spit it out, don't sleep tonight!"

These harsh words passed through Mo Shaoen's mind, but now he doesn't feel anything.

He lifted a tile from the floor, and it turned out that there were pots, spoons, induction cooker, etc. Mo Shaoen took them out one by one, and also took out some dried noodles and vegetables.

Wen Qiliang was a little stunned. Anyway, a man who usually wears a black shirt and white tie, with a Jili sword hanging on his waist, now looks like he is cooking. Anyone who looks at it will feel that there is a gap.

"Open a small stove by yourself?"

"Well...but the real purpose is to prevent the jammers from being discovered. After all, people come to my house every day when I'm not paying attention, in the name of cleaning, but in fact checking."

"Oh! You are covering up one fact for another!"

Wen Qiliang wanted to help him, so he took the ingredients from inside, but he took out a carrot.

Mo Shaoen quickly snatched it over and said, "This is not edible!"

Then he unscrewed the carrot, and inside was a black jammer.

Wen Qiliang immediately expressed his admiration!In this way, even if a servant comes to this house and finds a problem under the floor, he can only see vegetables, pots, salt and other daily necessities to improve food!

Even if she told Madam, Madam would only take Mo Shaoen's slight rebellion against eating bean sprouts, and would not suspect him of putting a jammer.

"What conversation can the lady listen to now?"

"Probably a very reasonable conversation."

Mo Shaoen turned on the induction cooker, put a small pot on it, poured half a pot of water into it, and only cracked an egg at first, then looked at Wen Qiliang, and said, "Eat something?"

Wen Qiliang patted his stomach and said, "I've eaten enough tonight, but if it's egg soup, I'll drink some."

Mo Shaoen smiled, "You really have a big appetite."

Having said that, he still cracked a second egg and put some green vegetables in it. After the fire came up, he added salt, stirred it, and finally poured some sesame oil on it.

Wen Qiliang thought it was quite fragrant, so he took a small bowl and waited for the soup.

"Hey, I suddenly feel that the days are very difficult. It's just such a day, and I have to be so tired!"

"Do you think I led you into a pit of fire?" Mo Shaoen began to pick sides for himself.

Wen Qiliang really didn't think so, no matter what, she couldn't stay in Wanjia Village all her life, she always had to come out.

"You said you have been in this environment for more than 20 years, how did you survive?"

Mo Shaoen paused with his hands, did not speak, and ate noodles instead.

But Wen Qiliang cheered up immediately, patted Mo Shaoen on the shoulder, and said: "It's okay! Now I'm standing on the same boat with you, even if the boat sinks, you'll have a companion! Besides, I think I'm lucky Man! Good luck will spread to you!"

"It's better to be cautious, you are too optimistic."

Wen Qiliang wanted to say, it's okay not to be optimistic, you don't know, I've died once!Not the same as you ordinary people!

But it is estimated that Mo Shaoen will only tease her more and not believe her.

The Qin He Fengxi was placed right behind Wen Qiliang. She stroked the Qin He and drank egg soup, suddenly missing her parents a little bit.

She was salted to death by a bag of mustard in the rented house where she lived alone.

The parents who lived on the east side of the city may have found out she was dead, or they may not have found out, or they may just be talking about why their daughter didn't call them.

In short, she was a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Shaoen also felt a little strange.

On weekdays, Wen Qiliang asked questions as if he was hoarding knowledge for himself, but if he didn't speak for a while, the silence in the room made people uncomfortable.

This is obviously an environment that I am used to. For many years, no one has eaten noodles with me face to face around the induction cooker!For many years, he didn't want anyone to come in, but after spending such a short time with Wen Qiliang, he was a little lonely.

"Is the soup not good?" Mo Shaoen broke the silence first.

"A little light."

Originally it was just a polite question, but Wen Qiliang unexpectedly criticized directly.

"It's the same as my mother's. It's too bland! My mother always said that if you eat too much salt, you will get Alzheimer's, so the cooking is very bland. I miss you so much."

"Nostalgic? Then do you like to drink or not? If you don't like to drink, just throw it out, and then wash the bowl."

"How should I put it? It's the kind of drink that you definitely don't like if you drink it every day, but you will want to drink it after a long time! It's like my mother nagging in my ear every day. I find it annoying, but I really don't nag. Miss her so much!"

Mo Shaoen frowned slightly, and after eating the remaining noodles in the bowl, he said, "I have never experienced the feeling you mentioned."

He and Mrs. Mo's family really don't have the same relationship as other people's mother and child.

As far back as he could remember, the words he heard the most were reprimands.

His wife has been forcing him to do things he doesn't want to do.

"It's just something without a soul! Hurry up and kill it!"

Mo Shaoen recalled how old was he when he first slashed and killed a zombie?Five or six?Ji Li Sword is taller than him.

"You can eat after killing!"

"My son likes bean sprouts best! Finish them quickly!"

Mo Shaoen closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again. He was used to it, and it was because his wife treated him like this that he was able to have no emotional entanglements.

"That's right... You and Madam have never experienced it before. If I said something wrong, I'll wash all the pots and pans for you as punishment."

Wen Qiliang put all the bowls and chopsticks into the small pot, then used a rag to hold the hot pot and went straight to the sink in the bathroom.

"Ma'am...isn't your mother?"

Originally, Mo Shaoen was already sitting on the bed, intending to listen to music and relax, but when he heard Wen Qiliang suddenly ask this question, after thinking about it, he finally decided to answer: "Theoretically...it shouldn't be."

"Why is it theoretical? You haven't investigated it for so many years?"

Mo Shaoen said "hmm", "It doesn't make sense for me to investigate or not to investigate. Could it be that if I know she is not my biological mother, can I resist her on my own?"

"No, of course I can't." Mo Shaoen replied by himself, and then said: "My memory is only until she took me out of the car and came to Mo's house. I really don't remember anything before that. She should be The lover of the previous Patriarch of the Mo family who was outside, after the death of the Patriarch of the previous generation, the Mo family had no leader, and when internal and external troubles occurred, my wife brought me here; so according to common sense, I should be the patriarch of the previous generation and his wife outside Raw wild species."

Wen Qiliang stopped washing half of the bowls and stopped by the door to listen.

Although this is too much gossip, she must not miss any information.

All unknowns may be new knowledge for her.

"The down-and-out noble son?"

"Don't stop, keep washing the dishes! Finish washing early and rest early." Mo Shaoen pointed.

Wen Qiliang rolled her eyes, and then heard Mo Shaoen say: "Later, the Mo family was ruled by Madam, and I was able to draw the Jili Sword again, which further consolidated her position in the Mo family."

"You can fight back! No, you can't, you were still young at that time, and you didn't have the strength to resist, but when you have the strength to resist, those who were worried about Madam will all rely on her as time goes by. Ma'am, your resistance alone is just a drop in the bucket."

Wen Qiliang's analysis was logical.

Because the foam got on his nose, Mo Shaoen kept curling the corners of his mouth.

But this smile didn't stay fixed for a few minutes, and Mo Shaoen felt something was wrong.

He shouted: "Wen Qiliang, what did you use to wash the bowl?"

"Oh, dish soap! That's the one you have standing over the toilet."

Mo Shaoen immediately patted his forehead, and there was a faint pain in the veins.

"That's the toilet cleaner!"

"Jie, toilet cleaner?! Fuck me!"

Wen Qiliang ignored the bowls and chopsticks, but washed his face with clean water.

"Wen Qiliang!"

Mo Shaoen wanted to whip her.