After taking some medicine, Qiao Shi had paid the cost of the medicine, and there was not much money left on him.

I haven't gone out to work for six full years, all the sources of income are dependent on Chengqing, and the previous deposits have been spent a long time ago.

After driving past Ken Deji, Qiao Shi's face fell enviously when the rearview mirror scanned the rice cake's envious eyes.

Who would have thought that living in a house of millions and driving hundreds of thousands of cars, it is rare to even take a child to eat Ken Deji.

Apart from not having much money left in his hands, Cheng Qing did not allow his children to eat junk food.

Qiao Shi doesn't think that any food is junk food. When food is created, it is eaten by people.

The only difference is that some things can be eaten more, and some things cannot be eaten more.

"Nian Gao, wait for your injury to heal, mom will bring you over to eat it, OK?"

"Really?"

The rice cake eyes lighted up again, looking forward to this place a little bit more.

"Really, if you still encounter something like today's rice cake in the future, if others bully you first, you must not bear to let it know?"

Blindly forbearance can not get the slightest benefit, it will only make people think that you are weak for a good period.

"Mom, did I do something wrong today?"

The nian gao sat down honestly and asked seriously in his seat, but Qiao Shi directly denied it.

"You didn't do anything wrong, it was someone else who did it wrong, but those adults didn't want to apologize to you, so they didn't want to admit it."

The neon night faded away, and Qiao Shi returned home with rice cakes.

The door was opened, and the room was completely dark, a red dot flickered on the position of the sofa, and the choking smell of smoke filled the nose.

The nian gao shrank behind Qiao Shi.

Qiao Shi turned on the light directly, and at a glance he saw Cheng Qing with a distorted and gloomy face sitting on the sofa, and a pile of cigarette butts had been scattered in the ashtray.

"Nian Gao, you go back to your room first."

Qiao Shi rubbed the head of the rice cake and sent the rice cake back to his bedroom.

Before closing the door, the rice cake was holding Qiao Shi's sleeve, his eyes were full of fear.

Qiao Shi smiled and whispered in the ear of the rice cake.

"It's okay, Mom won't let him go anymore."

"Pattern."

The door was closed gently, and Qiao Shi dropped the bag in his hand on the sofa.

"I called you more than a dozen calls, why don't you answer them."

When Cheng Qing pinched off the cigarette in his hand and stared at Qiao gloomily, his face was a little red, and he drank some wine.

Qiao Shi raised his eyebrows. Once Cheng Qing had drunk, he would not recognize a certain thing. The rice cake was accidentally injured by him in the first place, but he fell asleep afterwards.

"The hand of the nian gao was scratched by your boss's son. I took him to the hospital, and your dad, who doesn't even ask about nian gao's injuries, is not only cowardly, but also timid!"

"what did you say!"

Cheng Qing's hand slapped heavily on the coffee table cabinet, making a huge noise, and his whole body bounced instantly, his fists clenched tightly.

Qiao Shi slowly stepped forward, staring ironically at Cheng Qing's eyes.

"I said that you are not only scared, but also timid! The rice cake was beaten and you nodded and bowed to apologize to others. People like you have not only psychological problems, but also brain problems!"

"Shen Xia! You are looking for death!"

Cheng Qingqi's face was distorted, his eyes flushed, and he punched extremely hard, and slammed it at Joe.

Qiao Shi stepped back, raised his hand to clamp Cheng Qing's fist, and then turned around, slammed Cheng Qing over his shoulders, and smashed Cheng Qing heavily on the ground. A huge muffled sound rang from the floor, and the shaking room was shocked. .

"what-"

Cheng Qing let out a scream, but Qiao Shi kicked him fiercely. The pointed heel of his high-heeled shoes kicked Cheng Qing's body, Cheng Qing hugged his body and rolled around in pain.

"Huh, how do you like being beaten?"

Qiao Shi circled Cheng Qing and kicked Cheng Qing fiercely. Cheng Qing screamed again, like a screamed pig.

"Shen Xia—"

Cheng Qing's sharp but painful voice echoed in the room, and Qiao Shi kicked Cheng Qing's whole person onto the balcony with his feet, and then snapped the movable door of the balcony.

Until then, Qiao Shi went to the rice cake room.

Opened the door, the room was dark, Qiao Shi turned on the light, and saw the rice cakes shrunk on the bed, shivering under the covers.

"Rice cakes."

Qiao Shi gently lifted the quilt and saw the horrified eyes of the rice cake at a glance.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, he was beaten away by his mother."

Qiao Shi hugged the nian gao, until the nian gao's tight body relaxed, and then released him.

"Nian Gao, you play in the room for a while, mom will cook."

Recalling the memory of the original owner, Qiao Shi clumsily took a variety of vegetables and meat from the refrigerator.

Such fresh vegetables are not the same as Yuanzhixing, and they are rarely seen in the lower layers of Yuanzhixing.

That is something that only exists in the floating city. The most common ones in the lower layer are various nutrients, and it is not suitable for farming there.

Steamed the rice, fried a stack of simple mushrooms and greens, and a stack of simple brine shrimp, and finally made some chicken fried potatoes, the favorite dish of rice cakes, a bit difficult...

"Mom, what about him."

The nian gao looked around, holding the chopsticks tightly.

Joe smiled and rubbed the rice cake's hair.

"He is not here, so don't care about him in the future. Just treat him as if he doesn't exist. He doesn't treat you as a son, and you don't have to treat him as a father."

In addition to the first things provided by the father, the most important thing behind the existence of the father is the time to spend time with and teach with the children.

Blood ties are the most reliable and the least reliable.

"Ok."

The rice cake nodded heavily and began to eat quietly.

just…

"Mom, is this the takeaway you ordered?"

The rice cake poked the rice in the bowl and asked curiously.

Qiao Shi was thinking that the rice cake was saying that the rice she cooked was delicious. He just wanted to say that she made it, but he didn’t expect...

"Mom, can you not order it next time, it's delicious without you."

Qiao Shi: "..."

Although she is not his mother, please don't pierce her heart like this. The first time you make it, it will be good if you can eat it.

?_?

There is not much food to cook, and Qiao Shi and the rice cake have finished all the food.

After putting water in the rice cake and taking a bath, Qiao Shi walked into the kitchen and started to wash the dishes.

But just halfway through the washing, the doorbell rang at this moment.

Qiao Shi wiped the water on his apron, walked to the living room, and scanned the balcony. There was no one on the balcony.

While she was cooking, Cheng Qing had already left.

Cheng Qing has some people out there, not just Chu Qinrong, the original owner has never known, all his thoughts are put on the child, and the energy allocated to other things is very limited.

As soon as Qiao Shi opened the door, a figure rushed in quickly, angrily, as if looking for someone.