There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 4
"I'm sorry, mother is useless." Seeing his well-behaved and sensible son, Yang Churuo couldn't help blaming himself.

Which family's child is not born with all kinds of pampering and no worries about food and clothing, but her child has never left this door since birth, let alone had a full meal, and is beaten, scolded and cared for every day. Her incompetent mother.

"Mother, don't say that. Chang'er is very happy to be your child. Chang'er is not afraid of anything, but mother is sad." Chang'er buried her head on Yang Churuo's arm, not letting Yang Churuo look at it. to the tears in his eyes.Although he is young, he knows many things.

Suddenly, thinking of something, Chang'er blinked, raised her head, and pulled Yang Churuo's arm excitedly, "Mother, can you get out of bed?"

"Um……?"

Chang'er smiled mysteriously, moved a chair awkwardly, and put the food on the chair in front of the bed.

"Ahem..." Yang Churuo covered her mouth and coughed, looking at the food on the chair in surprise.In seven years, she has never seen such a good meal.

A plate of tofu and vegetable soup, two bowls of white rice, and a plate of fried shredded potatoes. There are a few shredded pork sandwiched in the shredded potatoes. Although the shredded meat is pitifully small, it is indeed presented in the shredded potatoes.Bursts of fragrance came to my face.

"This... this is..." Yang Churuo was puzzled.Didn't the emperor never allow his servants to give them food?Even if it is delivered, it is some food that has been swished away, not even pigs and dogs will eat it.

"Mother, the food is still hot. Chang'er will present it to you, okay? There is also meat here. I heard that meat can nourish the body. As long as mother eats, all illnesses will be cured." Chang'er took a Bowl, presented a bowl of rice with some vegetables, picked the shredded pork from the shredded potatoes, and brought it to Yang Churuo, "Mother, here you are."

"Where did you get these meals? Did you make money by folding lotus paper again?" Yang Churuo didn't go to serve the bowl of delicious meals, but instead grabbed Chang'er's slender hands, and when he spread them out, the little hands were covered in blood.

Shocked, Chang'er drew back immediately, bowed her head, a little afraid that Yang Churuo would be sad, and said in a low voice, "Mother, Chang'er doesn't hurt, today is Mother's birthday, and Chang'er doesn't want Mother to be hungry."

Yang Churuo hugged Chang'er, put his forehead against Chang'er's hair, his eyes were red, he tore off the clothes on his body in distress, and helped him bandage his little hand that was bleeding because he folded too much lotus paper, choked up and said, "Don't fold it in the future, mother is not hungry, mother only wants Chang'er to be good."

"Shang'er knew he was wrong."

"Mother's birthday is on the same day as yours, ahem... You prepared a gift for Mother, but Mother was imprisoned here since she was a child, and she didn't have any gifts. You take this stone and treat it as a gift. , This is what my mother picked up at Baima Temple when she was a child." Yang Churuo took a stone from the bedside to Chang'er.It's just an ordinary stone, nothing special, but Shang'er kept it carefully, with a smile on her immature face, "This is the first gift that Shang'er received, and it is also the best gift. Carry it for life after life, thank you mother."

Yang Churuo felt sad, remembering that when she was a child, her parents loved her, her sister and her seven brothers loved her to the core, everything she wanted, she never couldn't get it, and when it was her birthday, they would rack their brains to give her presents , let her ride on their shoulders, and take her to play, but now... her parents, brothers and sisters are all gone, only her, and... and her poor child...

If the brothers and sisters were still there, if the parents were still there, they would definitely love Chang'er very much.Chang'er will not be nameless, and he was born without a veil, so he reluctantly called him Chang'er, and only hoped that he would have a little clothes to wear so that he would not freeze to death.

"Mother, why are you crying again?" Chang'er stretched out her little hand full of wounds to help Yang Churuo wipe away the tears from her eyes, not daring to speak.

"It's okay, it's rare to have such a delicious meal, let's eat it quickly, I don't know where the next meal is."

"It turns out that white rice tastes like this." Chang'er's sudden words made Yang Churuo freeze the chopsticks he was about to eat in mid-air, feeling sore in his heart.

"Hmm..." Although Yang Churuo was eating, a drop of crystal clear tears fell into the bowl, and he ate it with the white rice.

White rice, to others, is nothing more than ordinary rice, tofu and potatoes are the same, but to them, they are delicacies from mountains and seas.

Although Chang'er was raped.He was born under violence, but how to say, he is also the flesh and blood of the emperor. The current prince, but the emperor refuses to admit it, so he is nothing, not even a beggar.

If she hadn't given birth to him back then, maybe she wouldn't have had to live such a miserable life with her.

"Mother, you are not in good health, eat more meat, mother-in-law said, this is meat, and said meat is delicious." Chang'er took a piece for Yang Churuo, and Yang Churuo gave it back to him.

"Mother doesn't like meat, Chang'er is growing up, she needs to eat more meat, ahem..."

"Mother eats, Chang'er eats, mother doesn't eat, Chang'er doesn't eat either."

"Then we are one by one."

"it is good."

"..."

Although there were only vegetables and tofu, and although there were only two bowls of rice, it was the most sumptuous meal for them in four years.

In the cold bedroom, two people, one big and one small, give in to each other, wanting to leave the best food for each other, the picture is warm.

At this moment, the door of the bedroom was pushed open with a bang, and the footsteps of 'da da da' came in step by step, awakening the two who were cuddling together for dinner.

(End of this chapter)