Chapter 9 Mother, I'm Not Hungry

Bei Yutang looked at his frightened appearance, and only felt that the original owner Muzhitao was really hateful. This is her son, not her enemy. How can there be such a vicious mother in the world.

[This system will let you see more people who are a hundred times more vicious than this. 】

Bei Yutang was startled by the voice that suddenly sounded in her mind.

It turns out that the system has not yet gone.

[Once this system is bound, it will stay with the host until the host dies. 】

This is called the ghost of the system, is it able to read minds? Did you know what she was thinking?

[This system is not called a ghost. 】The mechanical, emotionless voice replied coldly.

Bei Yutang knew that this system could spy on her mind, so she remained silent.

Little Baozi didn't see his mother getting angry for a long time, and he didn't wait for the stick. He raised his head timidly, glanced at Bei Yutang secretly, and saw Bei Yutang pick up the broom beside him and sweep the broken dishes and dishes. aside.

Mother didn't beat him? !

Xiao Baozi was so surprised that he stood there dumbfounded, watching Bei Yutang clean up the things in the kitchen. As a daughter of a noble family, who comes to eat and open her mouth, she has never done this kind of work, but at this moment, she has no willful right, no right to choose.

After roughly cleaning up the kitchen, the kitchen only looked a little like, and after doing a few things, this body was out of breath.

Bei Yutang opened the bag and looked at the flour inside and stopped.

She had never cooked before and had absolutely no idea how to do it. Bei Yutang looked at Xiao Baozi in embarrassment, and Xiao Baozi was still there in shock.

"Zimo, come and cook."

Hearing Bei Yutang calling him, Xiao Baozi did not dare to hesitate. Now that his mother doesn't beat him, he will be beaten later. Now as long as he is obedient, his mother may forget what happened just now and stop hitting him.

"What do you want to eat, mother?" The little bun asked cautiously.

"Whatever." As far as this condition is concerned, what you eat is the same.

Xiao Baozi skillfully spooned a spoonful of water, poured a little water into it, and began to mix noodles. After the noodles are done, set aside to ferment, and then start the fire.

Bei Yutang stood aside and watched, looking at the small thin body, skillfully doing these things that should not have been done by him.

The pan was hot, and the small buns made the dough into a big cake and stuck it on the pan. A thin slice was quickly cooked, and the fragrance of flour wafted out of the pan.

With that little flour, six pancakes were made in Xiaobaozi's hands.

It's just plain pastry, tasteless. If you were the old self, you wouldn't look the same, but now you eat it, but it feels unusually sweet.

The little bun looked at the white and fragrant noodles with longing in his eyes, but he knew that his mother would not give him any food. The little guy squatted silently in the corner, lowered his eyelids, and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence.

Bei Yutang frowned when she saw that Xiao Baozi had been huddled in the corner, "Mo'er, come and eat the cake."

"Mother, I'm not hungry." The little bun didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

He was afraid, afraid that the next moment would fall into his hands instead of bread but a slap.

The little guy was tortured like this by Muzhitao, such a person is really not worthy of being a mother. Bei Yutang stepped forward and put the dough cake on the little guy's hand, but when he saw the wood ash stained on the little guy's hand, the dough cake was not put down.