The stepmother control group counterattacked with cubs in the era

"First of all, I have to review. My decision to buy Apple yesterday was an impulsive one."

Pei Ziheng is such a smart person. He guessed what Shen Mingzhu said as soon as he heard it, "Mom, are the people in the village giving you a hard time?"

Shen Mingzhu tapped the tip of her son's nose, not deliberately whitewashing the situation because of his young age.

In her opinion, this incident is not only a lesson, but also a negative teaching material to make Pei Ziheng realize the complexity of society and the dangers of people's hearts. In the future, he should not be a good person like her.

Pei Ziheng said: Mom, you are overthinking. It would be hard for me not to be a bad guy. Being a good person is impossible in this life.

After hearing about Shen Mingzhu's experience in Hongxing Village, Pei Ziheng immediately comforted her considerately: "Mom, you are not wrong. It is those people who are bad, selfish and ungrateful."

Pei Yang glanced at his son with approval and decisively chose to copy his homework, "Zi Heng is right, you have good intentions, but the Guo family does not know how to be content."

Shen Mingzhu looked at him, "Did you expect that something would happen, so you called Brother He and Brother He?"

Pei Yang scratched his head and said, "I'm just in case. When I was running on the sea, I would encounter pirates from time to time. When passing through some ports, I would also deal with some local leaders and organizations. The more I see them, I will subconsciously go there." Consider the worst possible outcome.”

Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but feel happy.

If Pei Yang was not with her today, she would not be able to leave Hongxing Village safely.

The second daughter-in-law of the Guo family actually kept an eye on her wedding ring.

Thinking of this, a feeling of disgust surged into her heart, and she forced herself to endure it, but her face turned a little pale.

Pei Yang noticed her discomfort immediately and put his big hand on her forehead, "You're not catching a cold, are you? Go back first and make some ginger water to drink to get rid of the cold."

Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Mingzhu nodded.

When he got home, Pei Yang immediately went to the kitchen to make ginger syrup and boil the foot washing water.

Shen Mingzhu went back to the room to change clothes.

When Pei Yang brought the hot ginger syrup into the room, he found Shen Mingzhu lying on the bed and already asleep.

He gently put the ginger syrup on the bedside table, bent down and stuffed Shen Mingzhu's hands and feet into the quilt, and tucked her into the quilt. After staring at her for a while, he stood up and left the room.

After getting hot water, Pei Yang went to the second bedroom and called Pei Ziheng out to wash up.

Pei Ziheng walked out of the room without seeing Shen Mingzhu, and subconsciously looked towards the master bedroom with the door closed.

"Where's mom?"

When he came to the bathroom, Pei Ziheng raised his head and asked Pei Yang who was rubbing his face.

"Your mother is asleep."

After Pei Yang finished his reply, he motioned to Pei Ziheng to take his own small towel to wash his face.

Pei Ziheng stared at the face wash that Pei Yang had washed with, his snow-white face full of disgust, "I don't want to wash it with you."

Pei Yang looked at him and said, "You and your mother can wash the same basin, why can't you wash the same basin with me?"

Pei Ziheng had an expression that said, "No need to ask." "Mom smells good, but you smell bad."

"..."

Pei Yang didn't want to spoil him, so he said softly, "If you don't wash him, he'll be dirty."

Pei Ziheng stared at him for two seconds, then turned around and said, "I'm going to find my mother."

Pei Yang quickly picked him up with quick eyes and hands, "Don't disturb your mother."

Pei Ziheng turned around and blinked, "Then give me another basin of water."

"...Wait!"

Poor Pei Yang, a grown man in his twenties, who is clearly being manipulated by his son.

……

When Shen Mingzhu woke up, it was already the next morning.

I slept until dawn. I had slept enough, but I felt soft and didn't want to get up.

If I had to sum it up in one word, it would be laziness.

The door was pushed open—

Seeing that she was awake, Pei Yang walked into the room, came to the bedside, bent over her, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Are you awake?" This angle made the man's facial features look a bit handsome.

Shen Mingzhu was itching unbearably. She stretched out a thin white finger from the quilt and hooked at the man.

"Come down."

"What?"

"Give me a kiss."

For such a request, Pei Yang said that he couldn't ask for it.

After Shen Mingzhu succeeded, when he was about to retreat, Pei Yang held his face and deepened the good morning kiss.

After the kiss, Shen Mingzhu hid half of her face under the quilt, revealing only a pair of watery almond eyes, looking at him complainingly, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Pei Yang was so cute by her appearance that he picked her up and carried her out.

"Then go brush it."

Shen Mingzhu struggled, "Put me down!"

Pei Yang lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Didn't you say you want to brush your teeth?"

Shen Mingzhu squirmed like a maggot, and her voice was unconsciously squeamish, "I'll go by myself."

Pei Yang bent down and put her back on the bed, telling her to wear more clothes. It was colder today than yesterday, and then he went out.

Shen Mingzhu originally thought that Pei Yang knew the temperature from listening to the radio, but when she walked out of the room, she smelled a strong aroma of chicken soup, stewed with mushrooms.

She walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, the soup can on the stove was steaming.

"You made chicken soup? Where did you get the chicken?"

Pei Yang was making wontons when he heard this and said, "I stole it back in the middle of the night."

Shen Mingzhu glared at him, opened the jar, looked at the milky white chicken soup with golden chicken fat floating on it, and immediately felt hungry.

"Making chicken soup so early in the morning, isn't our food so good?"

While wrapping wontons, Pei Yang replied to her: "You haven't looked very good these past two days. You eat in the factory every day. There is no oil or water. I can only give you some nutrition in the morning."

Knowing that the chicken soup was specially made for her, Shen Mingzhu's heart was as hot as the soup in the soup can.

"Go and wash up quickly. The hot water is on the heating pipe for you."

Hearing Pei Yang's urging, Shen Mingzhu didn't rush out. Instead, she looked at the wonton filling in the bowl, "Shepherd's purse? Did you buy it?"

Pei Yang glanced at her and smiled, "Instead of buying them back, can I go to the countryside and pick them up for you?"

Shen Mingzhu looked at him, "What time did you get up this morning?"

"6 point."

In the winter in Fengcheng, the days are short and the nights are long. At 6 o'clock in the morning, it is still not bright yet and it is still so cold, but the man got up and went to the vegetable market to buy chicken and shepherd's purse and came back to make breakfast.

Shen Mingzhu's heart felt so warm that she couldn't help hugging the man's waist and saying coquettishly: "Pei Yang, you are doing well."

Pei Yang felt that his efforts were not in vain, and he felt happy when Pei Ziheng walked in——

"Mom, don't be moved by a man's small favors. You are my father's wife, and he should treat you well."

Shen Mingzhu couldn't help laughing, and immediately gave up the man and embraced her son, "Good morning, mom's lamb cake."

Pei Ziheng was very happy about the new nickname. His face was flushed and his eyes were shining, "Good morning, mom."

Looking at the mother and son hugging each other affectionately, and then looking at himself with his hands full of flour, Pei Yang said: "..."

These broken wontons don’t matter if you don’t wrap them!
……

By the time Shen Mingzhu finished washing, hot wontons were already placed on the table.

Freshly stewed Xianggu chicken soup, paired with wontons stuffed with vegetables, and sprinkled with a few green onions, it is fresh and fragrant, and extremely delicious.

Shen Mingzhu happily drank the soup with a spoon while telling Pei Yang and his son about the purpose of buying these apples.