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Chapter 117(2/2)

Grandma, it should be okay!

Zhao Qingyun felt slightly relieved.

He turned around and picked up the bowl of porridge again, picked up the spoon, and stirred it gently.

When the temperature was neither too cold nor too hot, he took the spoon and fed his mother directly.

The whole process was skillful and natural, as if it had been done countless times.

Gu Qingcheng: ...he is only nine years old, and he is still a half-grown child who needs the care of his parents.

Judging from his skillful movements, he should have learned to serve his mother much earlier.

The original owner’s mother-in-law is really, really—

Gu Qingcheng didn't even know how to evaluate it.

After living two lives and staying in the mission world for hundreds of years, Gu Qingcheng knows that not all parents are qualified to be parents.

There are always scumbag fathers and weird mothers.

However, it still challenges Gu Qingcheng's understanding that being a mother requires letting her child take care of her, yet doing so "naturally".

Feeling disgusted in his heart, Gu Qingcheng still opened his mouth and peacefully enjoyed his son's service.

After eating a bowl of thick rice porridge, Gu Qingcheng felt really alive.

Zhao Qingyun finished feeding his sick mother, and then wiped her mouth and hands with a warm wet handkerchief.

Um?

So considerate?

Almost to the point of being meticulous.

As sharp as Gu Qingcheng was, he immediately noticed the anomaly.

She had just merged the memory of the original owner and knew that the original owner was a dodder who relied on others.

The two sons learned to take care of their mother since they were young.

Therefore, Zhao Qingyun's behavior of feeding is normal.

However, in terms of details, Zhao Qingyun is a little overly attentive.

That's right, it's diligence.

There is more or less a "performance" element to it.

Gu Qingcheng remained calm, but observed Zhao Qingyun more carefully.

A nine-year-old child is somewhere between a child and a teenager.

Zhao Qingyun is not short. Standing there, he already looks like a handsome young man.

He has fair skin and delicate facial features. He is even more handsome and extraordinarily handsome when paired with a coarse mourning robe.

You can imagine how handsome and beautiful this young man will grow into in a few years.

Children of this age should still have clear and innocent eyes.

But, Zhao Qingyun didn’t!

His eyes were full of wisdom and depth beyond his years.

deep?

This is the accumulation of time that only adults have.

Zhao Qingyun is a nine-year-old child, but he has already begun to make plans.

Yes, calculation!

Gu Qingcheng saw this from his eyes.

"Oh, after all, I'm still young and don't know how to hide it perfectly."

"Perhaps in a few years, this kid will grow into a real old fox. No wonder he will be the 'male protagonist', destined to be an extremely popular hero."

Gu Qingcheng sighed secretly.

She was sizing up Zhao Qingyun, and Zhao Qingyun was also quietly observing his mother.

Huh?

Now that my mother is ill, she seems to have become more beautiful.

Zhao Qingyun knew that his mother-in-law was good-looking, and it was because he and his brother looked like her that they had good looks.

However, in the past, A Niang was indeed good-looking, but not to such a thrilling level.

Zhao Qingyun knew that he was not normal in his heart. He was indeed grateful for his mother's gift of giving birth, but he also despised his mother for being so useless.

However, at this moment, facing such a beautiful and weak mother, he could not complain too much.

What to complain about?

Complaining that your mother can’t cook?

Don’t know how to do laundry?

Don’t know how to sew or do housework?

Such a beautiful lady, with slender and fair hands, flawless.

Such a person is like a fairy in a painting, but also like a noble nobleman.

Let her use those delicate hands to light the fire and wash clothes. Isn't this a waste of natural resources?

Zhao Qingyun's first reaction was to be reluctant to give up. He would rather do it himself than let her have any trouble.
Chapter completed!
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