You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 241 Secret
"Let's make some noodle soup. It's getting late, so I won't be able to sleep well if I eat too much."

Lin just lowered her head and kneaded the dough in her hands, didn't say a word about what happened to Wen Qing'er today, and didn't show any anxiety on her face.

Wen Qing'er didn't say anything, and she, a mother, didn't say a word.

"Qing'er hasn't eaten the noodle soup made by her mother for many years." Seeing Lin's orderly doing what she was doing, Wen Qing'er suddenly calmed down.

Lin smiled slightly: "Yes, after doing the math, so many years have passed without knowing it, your brother will never come to grab Qing'er's noodle soup again!"

Wen Qing'er picked some fresh vegetables, washed them and chopped them up, and was reminded by Lin's words.

Her brother was not as calm as he is now when he was a child.

It's just that after reading a lot of sage books, people gradually calmed down, and they don't like to talk too much on weekdays. It seems that they are more silent and dull than others, but Wen Yishuo looks more cheerful.

Wen Yizhen was only four years older than Wen Qinger, and when she was six or seven years old, she was naughty and jumpy. Every day after school, she would be the first to rush back to the mansion, dragging Wen Qinger, a toddler, around.

For a while, he went to chase away the wild cats that came running in the mansion, and for a while, he went to play tricks on the maids coming and going in the mansion. The nurses and servants who followed behind him ran away without paying attention.

Every time it was dark, the older brother struggled to carry the sleeping Wen Qing'er back to Lin's side.

I don't know where Wen Yizhen took Wen Qing'er to roll around, she was all dirty, and even her clothes were hung with two or three small holes.

Lin had no choice but to scold Wen Yizhen's little ears while asking someone to clean them up.

After washing, Wen Qing'er also woke up, yelling for hunger, so Lin made some easy-to-digest snacks and soups, and this noodle soup was one of them.

The two siblings would lie down by the stove, hugging Lin's leg, and the maids couldn't pull her away.

I had to carefully protect the two little masters at the side, for fear that some oily oily droplet would burn them.

After a meal, he was actually more tired than Mrs. Lin who was cooking.

This oyster soup was originally prepared for the young Wen Qing'er, but Wen Yizhen wanted to grab it.

It wasn't until Wen Qing'er was about to cry that she dropped the spoon in her hand, hugged Wen Qing'er's head, and patted Wen Qing'er's back like her mother did.

When the two grow up, Wen Yizhen will no longer be naughty, Wen Qing'er will no longer have to eat boiled soft glutinous soup, and Lin will never make noodle soup again.

The scent of the small kitchen gradually brought Wen Qing'er back to reality.

Looking up, the Osmunda noodle soup was ready, and Mrs. Lin filled a bowl full for Wen Qing'er.

Mrs. Lin put the bowl on the low table in front of the door, and Wen Qinger sat down opposite Mrs. Lin with a small stool.

The noodles are smooth, the soup is thick, with the aroma of green vegetables, and a few drops of small ground sesame oil, in a short time, it is better than countless in the world.

Wen Qing'er didn't care about the heat just out of the pot, she only took a few breaths and then held up the spoon and put it into her mouth.

Sure enough, Wen Qing'er's tongue was numb from the heat, and she breathed out repeatedly.

Lin hurriedly poured a cup of herbal tea for Wen Qing'er, stretched out her hand and stroked Wen Qing'er's hair a couple of times, imitating the tone of the past with a smile on her face, and said, "Good girl, take your time, don't worry."

Wen Qing'er raised her head, looked into Lin's loving eyes through the dense heat, and let out a long breath: "Mother, Qing'er will tell you a secret."

(End of this chapter)