Chapter 695 Stewed porridge

  Ming Lou said: "Don't you like to eat shredded chicken porridge? I just caught a wild pheasant in the back mountain today, and I will cook some porridge for you."

  Li Beibei felt sour for no reason.

  Thinking of the past, Fu Jingmo often cooked shredded chicken porridge for her.

  The feeling of longing and loss became more obvious.

  Minglou took out a small bowl from there, and said, "It's just in time for you to come, and this porridge has just been cooked, you can have a taste."

   After Ming Lou finished speaking, he served Li Beibei a bowl.

  Li Beibei was in a daze while holding the steaming chicken porridge in his hand.

   Then I took a sip.

  Minglou also served himself a bowl.

   But he didn't drink.

   His gaze was always on Li Beibei.

  Seeing Li Beibei take a sip, his tone was a bit nervous.

  Minglou asked: "How does it taste?"

  Li Beibei didn't speak.

   Still holding the bowl of porridge in a daze.

  But after a while, tears fell drop by drop.

  Minglou looked at it and panicked.

  He quickly put down the bowl in his hand, and held Li Beibei's shoulders with both hands: "What's wrong with you? Is it so unpalatable?"

  The next second, Li Beibei hugged Minglou: "Why aren't you my brother Jingmo, why?"

  The reason why Li Beibei couldn't control it was because the shredded chicken porridge cooked by Minglou tasted exactly the same as Fu Jingmo's.

  Why there are always so many coincidences in the world.

  Why is the person in front of me exactly the same as Fu Jingmo, but he is not?

  Ming Lou also hugged Li Beibei tightly.

   After a long time, he uttered a sentence in a low voice: "I wish I was."

  Li Beibei hugged Minglou and cried for a long time.

   It took a long time before I woke up from the brink of losing control.

  No matter what, life still has to go on.

  Li Beibei wiped her face, but still regained her sobriety.

  She sat back in her original position.

   Pick up the unfinished bowl of porridge just now.

   Then he said to Minglou on the opposite side: "I'm sorry, I was rude just now."

   Minglou's eyes flickered, and then he returned to his usual look: "It's nothing, I know you miss him."

   Two people sit together and drink porridge.

   After a while, Minglou raised his head again.

  Ming Lou suddenly said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you treat me as him, as long as you need me."

  A look of surprise appeared on Li Beibei's face.

   After being silent for a while, Li Beibei said, "You are not him."

   After speaking, both of them stopped talking.

   And all of this was seen by Chu Xiubai outside the door.

  Chu Xiubai clenched his fingers tightly when he saw this scene.

   For so long, he was by Li Beibei's side.

   She can even accept that the child in her stomach is not her own.

  But in the end, only Fu Jingmo had a place in her heart.

  The person in front of him was exactly the same as Fu Jingmo.

  Now she still remembers Fu Jingmo, could it be that she will empathize after a long time in this time and space.

   What made her feel most threatened was that the child in Li Beibei's womb belonged to Minglou.

  Once the child was born, their relationship was never broken.

  Day by day.

  The entire Tianjia Village gradually began to come back to life.

   Those infected with the plague gradually recovered.

  The government also went to other plague-infected places with the prescription of rebirth.

  The plague has been brought under control throughout Nanhan.

   Finally one day, the blockade of Tianjia Village was lifted.

  People inside and outside can finally come and go freely again.

  (end of this chapter)