"This is the sparrow's egg that my mother got from other planes. It's very delicious. I made fried rice for brother Lu and the others last time, but I forgot to make soup for them. Today I will cook more. "

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

Anyway, there is still a soup that will keep them from being crushed to death, and they must drink a few more sips later, but when they saw the salt that the little milkman continued to add to the soup, they suddenly became less calm.

"Brother, eat quickly."

Qian Yirong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and urged.

"You eat too."

Qian Yizheng swept Qian Yirong with his cool gaze, and said in a low voice.

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

"I, that...I suddenly don't feel very hungry, let's eat later." Qian Yirong hesitated, how would he eat this fried rice?

No matter how you feel, it's not right.

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

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

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

When Qian Yirong heard it, he was immediately happy, at least he had a pot of tea, he would definitely be able to get through it.

"No, Uncle Cheng has been here, I'll go see if there is any fruit to eat." Waiting for Qian Yizheng to leave, he suddenly thought that Gong Cheng hadn't been here.

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

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

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

After Qian Yinuo consciously put away all the seasonings and put the lid on the pot, he looked up and saw the figures of the two big brothers, they had already disappeared.

"Hey, where are people?"

Why did he put in a seasoning effort, and everyone disappeared?

He was puzzled, seeing that the soup he cooked must not be ready so quickly, so he moved towards the table and took a look at the fried rice that he had cooked to a 'perfect' taste.

"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 now I'm hungry, why don't I have a few mouthfuls of fried rice from my two brothers? Brothers, it shouldn’t matter if you eat less, right? Certainly not to blame him.

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

While muttering, the little milk boy picked up the spoon from Qian Yizheng's side, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, opened his mouth wide, and put it all into his own mouth.

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

What is this thing, is it trying to murder him?

No need to think, he spit out all the fried rice that reached his mouth in one mouthful, and almost rolled his eyes. He has never eaten such an unpalatable meal in his life. It is completely different from what his mother made.

Terrible, terrible!

"Nono, what are you doing?"

Qian Yiyun was still arranging the medicinal materials, when she heard the sound of vomiting, she looked up, and saw her nephew propping up the stool with one hand, spitting out all the food in his mouth.

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

How could this child eat it by himself? This is 'poisonous' fried rice, it's enough to harm a few brothers, but now he has harmed himself.

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