Wang Qiaoer's face was shocked.
She cried and confessed: "I was wrong at the beginning. I should not have forced Fugui to recognize someone else as his father."
"Old man, at your age, you can't still care about your grandson, right?"
Deng Fugui clenched his fists, but Not a word was spoken.
His eyes were red and he felt ashamed!
Uncle Deng hesitated, wanting to persuade the old village chief, but he knew his father's temper.
The old village chief looked at Deng Fugui: "Our old Deng family will never want this child to follow you."
"Unless Fugui says it himself, he doesn't recognize you as his mother, then I will take care of him. I can't eat him to death."
"But do you dare to tell me about wealth?" the old village chief asked.
At the beginning, he gave Deng Fugui a choice.
But that time, Deng Fugui said that he would accompany Wang Qiaoer back to Ba's house.
Uncle Deng became anxious: "Dad, you are not trying to embarrass the child."
"Shut up!" the old village chief scolded him.
His eyes were gloomy, showing age and complexity.
Deng Fugui followed Wang Qiaoer and died.
He must be cruel and separate his child from Wang Qiaoer.
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiaoer immediately pushed Deng Fugui beside him forward.
"From now on, I am severing the relationship between mother and son. I am no longer his mother. Old man, you don't care about me, but you also care about the children."
"Fugui is still so young, you can't just watch him freeze to death outside." Wang Qiaoer As he spoke, he wiped away his tears.
She stood up and said, "I'm leaving."
Unexpectedly, Deng Fugui lowered his head, knelt down to the old village chief, and kowtowed several times.
But he said: "Grandpa, please give me and my mother some steamed buns. I will leave with my mother right now, and I don't ask to be recognized back to the Deng family."
"Before, my mother and I were sorry for you, and we were sorry for dad . , we will never come again, but it is absolutely impossible for me to abandon my mother. My filial piety will not allow it!"
Wang Qiaoer was shocked.
She was anxious: "You stupid kid, you are so stupid!"
"Follow me, do you want to die?" Wang Qiaoer beat and kicked Deng Fugui, but tears kept flowing.
She finally cried and said: "Both of us, if you can live, mother will not be afraid of death, do you understand?"
But Deng Fugui held Wang Qiaoer's hand tightly and cried too: "Mother, I can't let you die. !"
Seeing the mother and son crying together.
The old village chief had a complicated expression. Finally, he shook his head and sighed.
He said to Uncle Deng: "Go and get them two sets of clothes and a bag of steamed buns."
"You will never come back again." After that, the old village chief turned and left with an old figure.
The villagers followed and left. Sister-in-law Liu looked at Deng Fugui hesitantly.
Although she and Wang Qiaoer had conflicts, they were both parents of children.
Sister-in-law Liu couldn't bear it and gave Deng Fugui the scarf and gloves she was wearing.
"Take it." After saying that, she turned and left, for fear that Deng Fugui would catch up and give it back to her.
Some of the villagers in Xiangyun Village were given felt hats and some were given cloaks.
Shen Ningning had been asking them to stock up on clothes and food every day, so every household was now living without pressure.
If there's a snowstorm, it won't have any impact.
They all pitied Deng Fugui, knowing that he was in a dilemma between his parents.
Deng Fugui felt the kindness of Xiangyun Village and burst into tears.
Wang Qiaoer regretted it even more.
When she left arrogantly, she looked down on these villagers.
She always felt that she would be a master if she married into the Ba family.
Who would have imagined that when he was in trouble, it was still this group of people who had looked down upon him who came to help him.
The villagers left one after another, and Deng Fugui kowtowed and thanked them one by one.
Until Uncle Deng arrived with clothes and food.
Seeing that Deng Fugui was wearing thin clothes, he wrapped his own cloak around the child.
Touching Deng Fugui's frozen little face, Uncle Deng's eyes turned red.
"Son, you have grown taller."
Deng Fugui glanced at Wang Qiaoer and saw her nodding with tears in her eyes. Only then did he dare to cry loudly and shouted: "Dad!"
Deng Fugui threw himself into Uncle Deng's arms.
His life in the Ba family was worse than that of a servant. He holds the title of young master, but everyone says he is the son of a mother-in-law.
Although he was not Badshun's biological child, he was treated like a dog in the family by his legitimate mother.
Wang Qiaoer stood up and patted the snow foam on the child and himself.
"Fugui, we have to go."
Uncle Deng reluctantly held his son's hand.
Deng Fugui said: "When the natural disaster passes, if I am still alive, I will come to see dad again."
When Uncle Deng heard this, he suddenly felt very soft-hearted.
Watching him and Wang Qiaoer walking away through the deep snow.
"Wait!" Uncle Deng chased after him and gave Wang Qiaoer a bunch of keys.
He looked back at the entrance of the village, but no one noticed.
Uncle Deng said in a hurry: "I have a small firewood yard in Guangyang County."
"I have stored food and wood there. It was originally used for emergencies. You can live there first."
Wang Qiaoer said in surprise. He raised his eyebrows: "Really? Let us live? Then... what will the old man do if he finds out?"
Uncle Deng sighed: "I won't tell dad for now, but I am doing this for the sake of my children."
Wang Qiaoer followed him and said: "I know that for the sake of wealth, I will risk my life, don't worry."
Deng Fugui remembered Uncle Deng's kindness and wanted to kowtow to him.
But he was supported by Uncle Deng. He wiped away his tears and said, "You are my biological son. I should take care of you. Fugui, take care of yourself and your mother."
Seeing their mother go, Uncle Deng was satisfied. Returned to the village.
Sister-in-law Liu had returned home and saw Uncle Liu making a quilt to cover her son.
She sighed: "I wish I had listened to you. I sold more than half of my stuff, and the few quilts and jackets I have left won't be enough if the weather gets colder."
Uncle Liu didn't look up, calmly . Said: "Let's sew all the quilts together, it will be enough for a family of three."
Sister-in-law Liu felt sad.
She sat next to Uncle Liu and tugged on his sleeve.
"Tell me, can we beg Ning Ning..."
"No!" Before she could finish her words, Uncle Liu had already scolded her severely.
He glared: "You didn't listen to Ning Ning at first and insisted on selling things."
"Now that you regret it, you can't ask Ning Ning to pity you. We will bear the pain you have done yourself!"
Sister-in-law Liu His eyes were red and he was cursing in a hurry.
"Didn't I just want to get some money to prescribe medicine for our baby? Now you will blame me!"
"The whole village is living a happy life, but we are the only ones who are suffering from the cold. I look at you and your children with me Don't I blame myself for suffering?"
She wiped her tears and said, "I beg you for peace, so that you don't lose a piece of meat!"
Uncle Liu threw the quilt on the kang.
He said in a fierce tone: "In short, I just don't agree."
Watching Uncle Liu go to the kitchen to light the fire, Sister-in-law Liu felt so angry that her heart ached.
At this time, in the imperial dining room of the palace.
All the royal chefs and cooks stood at the door, watching Shen Ningning step on the stool and stand by the stove to work.
The little guy boiled water in a pot, and when the cold water touched the hot pot, there was a sizzling sound, and white smoke slowly came out.
She dropped a few medicinal herbs and ginseng whiskers in a familiar manner and stirred them gently.
Then he opened the purse he carried with him and found some spices inside.
The imperial chef's eyes widened and he wanted to learn from his master, but he found that what Shen Ningning put in was the most common things.
Salt, sugar, pepper, and two handfuls of green onion-like grass.
Finally, the little guy cut the white radish into pieces and added two fried eggs to make a pot of soup.
When she was done, the cooks hurriedly stepped forward, loosened the apron for the little one, and gently squeezed her little arms to relax her.
The imperial chef shouted: "The soup is ready, bring it to His Majesty the Crown Prince!"
The eunuchs and palace maids filed in, first tested the poison, and then asked the imperial doctor to take a look at it, confirm it was correct, and send it to Zichen Palace.
The chief chef quietly stopped Shen Ningning.
He rubbed his hands, exhaled a breath of white mist, and asked flatteringly: "Princess, when you make soup, do you only put so much in it?"
"Yes, it's that simple." Shen Ningning nodded.
The chef was surprised.
Can such a simple soup make the prince's cold symptoms improve within two days?
They had done the same thing before, but when the prince drank it, it didn't work at all.