"Hungry!" He Tiantian spit out one word softly.

The voice was a little childish, as if he was still a child.

In fact, He Tiantian's current body is indeed young, only eight or nine years old.

Just because of his frailty, his skin is too white, his hair is yellow and sparse, and he is also very thin.

After He Tiantian was helped by Su Min to sit up, she clearly felt that her buttocks were a little tingly.

"Oh, I knew my baby was hungry!"

He Qingfeng was like a daughter-slave, not at all the masterly demeanor he had when he called the old lady just now.

He ran to the kitchen with a bang, put the rice cakes he bought from the temple fair on a plate, sprinkled some sugar on it, and then ran back with a bang.

"Eat quickly, don't let it get cold!" He Qingfeng dragged the plate with his hands, sat on the edge of the bed, and urged with loving eyes.

He Tiantian enjoyed the love from her parents the most. She raised her too thin wrist, tightened her fork, picked up a piece of rice cake, and stuffed it into her mouth.

This kind of rice cake is their local specialty. It is not a long or round rice cake made of glutinous rice flour, but a multigrain rice steamed with glutinous rice, black rice, candied dates, etc.

It's a bit like rice pudding, but it's firmer than rice pudding and can be cut into pieces with a knife and sold.

The rice cake itself also has a sweet taste, but it is lighter, like candied dates.

If it is dipped in sugar, it is considered a dessert.

He Tiantian and the original owner have completely integrated their bodies, and there is not much difference in taste.

He Tiantian really likes to eat.

Seeing that she ate deliciously, He Qingfeng and Su Min were happier than eating it themselves.

He Tiantian finished one piece, then forked another piece to Su Min: "Mom, you eat too!"

"Hey! My baby is so good!" Su Min opened her mouth and swallowed a piece of rice cake without saying "Mom doesn't like it."

"Dad, there's yours too!" Before He Qingfeng could protest pretending to be jealous, He Tiantian quickly fed her father a mouthful.

"Haha, my Tiantian is the most considerate!"

I bought the things myself, but there are definitely two different feelings when my daughter feeds them to me and when I eat them.

He Qingfeng felt that the hard work he had run up and down the mountain was cured by this piece of rice cake.

Such a good child, such a well-behaved and filial daughter, they will definitely let her grow up healthy and happy.

He Qingfeng and Su Min grew up together. They are childhood sweethearts and they seem to depend on each other for life.

They are not related to their parents. In the past, they only had each other.

However, with the birth of their daughter, they finally had relatives connected by blood.

To them, He Tiantian was not only a daughter, but also a kind of faith and a kind of salvation.

"Tiantian, be good. Your parents will take you to the capital in two days. This time, we will definitely take care of your illness!"

He Qingfeng continued to hold the plate and spoke softly while watching his daughter eat rice cakes.

He Tiantian: ...Dad, mom, are you okay with this?

If other people's children are "crying and fussing", you can call their spirits and light a bright light for them.

Your own children have weak bones, and you have traveled thousands of miles to the capital to seek medical advice?!

Obviously, although my parents cheated money this time by pretending, they didn't believe it in their bones.

Their daughter has been in poor health since she was a child. They have never thought of performing rituals for their daughter, or wearing any amulets or peace charms. Instead, they have to go to the hospital again and again.

This awesome couple believes in science more.

He Tiantian felt a little speechless.

Moreover, judging from what my mother said, my father is not a charlatan. He seems to actually have a Taoist temple and be the master of it.

I guess my biological father is also a formal member of some Taoist association, and he has a certificate of identity, such as a Taoist certificate.

But, but... my father seems to be a second-hand swordsman, and there should be real ghosts and monsters in this world.

Otherwise, what is that black mist following my mother?
Chapter completed!