Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

Chapter 180 Be sweeter from now on

After coming back to her senses, Xiuxiu said to Cheng Yao with some embarrassment.

"Child, there's nothing else but greediness that makes you laugh."

Cheng Yao smiled and shook her head without any bad emotions at all.

"Hey, let alone children, even adults can't escape the wonderful taste of this milk cake."

Cheng Yao took out another piece from the oil paper and handed it to Aunt Xiuxiu's mouth, gesturing for her to eat a piece.

Xiu Xiu had no intention of eating such delicate pastries from the beginning. She originally wanted to leave them all to Zi Ming.

After Cheng Yao handed the milk cake to her mouth, Xiuxiu showed some hesitation.

To be honest, she was also a little curious, was this milk cake really so delicious?
But she is old and no longer a child.

How can a mother and her child fight for food in this world?
"Ayao, no need. There aren't many milk cakes, and they're so expensive. Let's leave them to Ziming."

"I'm not a child anymore, don't make fun of my aunt."

Xiuxiu shook her head and refused, and stepped back, trying to avoid the "attack" of this milk cake.

Cheng Yao saw Xiuxiu's confusion, so she deliberately fed the milk cake to her mouth.

"Aunt Xiuxiu, what are you talking about?"

"If there is something delicious, naturally you and Ziming should eat it together. Who says you can't eat milk cakes if you are not a child?"

"I bought it for you and Ziming to eat together. I know you love him, but don't just eat a piece."

"Try it, it's delicious!"

Under Cheng Yao's constant temptation, Xiuxiu was also a little shaken.

The rich milky fragrance filled the tip of her nose, it was really... very tempting!
Finally, Xiuxiu couldn't hold it back and opened her mouth to take a small bite.

As soon as the milk cake was in her mouth, Xiuxiu's eyes lit up.

She usually likes to make pastries by herself, so she can naturally tell the quality of the ingredients.

For the first time, Xiuxiu felt so intuitively that pastries made with good ingredients would be so delicious!

After taking the first bite, the second and third bites will come much easier.

Cheng Yao held the greased paper of the milk cake and looked at Xiu Xiu with a smile, not feeling anything wrong with her behavior at all.

On the contrary, Xiuxiu lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Ayao, do you think Aunt Xiuxiu is not a good and qualified lady?"

"You obviously have children, but you're still greedy."

Hearing Aunt Xiuxiu's self-blame, Cheng Yao looked at her seriously and said.

"Aunt Xiuxiu, please don't think like this."

"No matter how many layers of identity you have, you are yourself first."

"Because you are a wife, you have to help with the housework, and because you are a mother, you have to raise children. These are acquired responsibilities, but before you become a wife and mother, you are you."

"A living person will have things he likes and dislikes. It is normal for you to like to eat delicious pastries. There is no need to deliberately suppress it just to leave an extra bite of milk cake for your child. One’s own desires.”

"Although there are not many of these things, we can share them together. Compared with paying for them blindly, I think the food shared together will be more delicious."

Xiuxiu was a little stunned. When she was a girl, her mother-in-law always told her.

The appetite of the daughter's family is smaller, and the remaining food is given to the father and other brothers.

Even during the holidays, if I finally eat a piece of sweet cake, my mother-in-law will always talk about her and say she is greedy.

She had been doing this for so many years, so much so that she didn't even dare to have extra thoughts and desires.

It seems that those are not allowed and will be reprimanded mistakes.

But today, Cheng Yao told her that she didn't need to deliberately wrong herself.

Yes, even though I didn’t have many things when I was a kid, I could still share them equally.Poached eggs are precious, why can't each person have half of them?

Why could she just swallow her saliva and watch others eat delicious food?

Cheng Yao looked at the stunned Xiuxiu and knew that her words had shocked her.

Perhaps in the past many years, no one had ever told her that these desires were normal and allowed.

But the poached eggs I have missed for many years cannot be eaten again through time and space.

Just like the partiality of parents, it has long been dissolved in the days and nights that have been spent.

The only thing that can be done now, that can make up for it, is to be kind to yourself in your own life.

Xiuxiu suddenly smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness in the smile.

Crystal tears rolled in her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were a little red, but they did not fall.

She was enduring, and even now, she was still trying her best to endure.

She didn't want to show such a fragile side of herself in front of others.

The Cheng Yao in front of her was obviously several years younger than her, but she felt inexplicably reliable to Xiu Xiu.

Cheng Yao wiped the tears from the corners of Xiuxiu's eyes distressedly and said in a low voice.

"Aunt Xiuxiu, is the milk cake... sweet?"

Xiuxiu curled up the corners of her mouth, nodded slightly, and her crystal tears cast a faint arc in the air.

"sweet……"

Cheng Yao said to Xiuxiu with a smile.

"That's fine. I'll eat more sweets from now on."

"Eat more sweetness, and you won't feel so bitter."

Xiuxiu pursed her lips and looked like she was laughing and crying at the same time.

Perhaps she herself didn't understand why such a few words could make people's nose sore.

She remembered everything Cheng Yao said.

She was living her life by herself, and she was no longer a little girl.

Now, there is no need for her to suppress her preferences.

Ayao is right, there is no need to pay blindly, the food shared will be more delicious.

Cheng Yao carefully packed the milk cake and put it in the cupboard.

"Aunt Xiuxiu, I've put it away for you. When you want to eat, just have a piece."

"I came here in a hurry this time. I'll bring you more next time!"

Xiuxiu touched her tears with the back of her hand and nodded gratefully.

"Thank you Ayao, you really helped Auntie a lot."

Cheng Yao didn't feel that she was a powerful person at all. In her eyes, these were just her little efforts.

"Hey, Aunt Xiuxiu, what are you talking about?"

"It's all trivial matters. Because my aunt is good to me, I just show my feelings to her."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Yao's stomach growled, making her a little embarrassed.

Aunt Xiuxiu also burst into laughter and became her energetic self again.

"Ayao, are you hungry? Auntie will cook for you right now."

Cheng Yao stepped forward and took Aunt Xiuxiu's arm, bouncing along with her to the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)