C7 Wearing External Bandage

In the kitchen, Mu Qingqing grabbed two eggs from the refrigerator and took out the brewed distillers grains. She first poured the distillers grains into the wok and heated them with a small heat. Taking into account that Su Cuiyun and the others would also get up for breakfast, she went back to picking rice and starting to cook the porridge.

The huge kitchen was filled with the smell of fireworks. Mu Qingqing, wearing an apron, stood in front of the stove and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Through the kitchen window, she could already see the gradually brightening world. It was good to be alive …

"Qingqing, why are you up so early?" Mu Anren washed up on the third floor and prepared to leave with his briefcase. When he reached the second floor, he smelled the scent of the distillers grains, which caused him to frown.

"Dad." Mu Qingqing smiled. Looking at her father, Mu Anren, who was standing at the top of the stairs, full of vigor, she suddenly felt like a century had passed. The last time he saw his father was when he was eighteen and still wasn't blind …

"Did your mother ask you to cook so early again?" Mu Anren fastened the buttons on his wrist, and he had a serious look on his face. Qing Qing, you don't need to care about what she says. Father said that your task now is to learn. "

"I'm already used to it. I'm the one who wants to make breakfast." Mu Qingqing had already finished serving the grains of wine to boil the poached egg. She held the steaming hot grains of wine to boil the egg and quickly walked in front of Mu Anren.

Mu Anren looked at the grains of wine in her bowl that were cooking the eggs in confusion.

"Dad, breakfast is in the morning, I made this." Mu Qingqing handed the bowl to Mu Anren. Somehow, her eyes became warm. In her previous life, Mu Anren passed away due to stomach cancer. Mu Qingqing's heart tightened when she thought of Mu Anren's death, she hoped that he could live a little longer, and the time was still too early. As long as she exhorted Mu Anren, he might be able to change his final fate.

Mu Anren was also touched. He stared at the bowl in his hand and thought back to more than ten years ago. Su Cuiyun rarely made breakfast for him. After that, he also stopped eating at home, or else he just bought two steamed buns to deal with, or else he would not eat anymore. Staring at the warm bowl in his hand, Mu Anren looked up at Mu Qingqing who was taking the spoon out and felt touched.

"Dad, remember to eat dinner on time every day. You are busy with work and your body is very important." Mu Qingqing smiled with dimples on her face. Mu Anren was stunned when he saw it. Mu Qingqing looked too similar to her, so much so that even her smile felt comfortable.

"Your daughter has grown up. It's a good thing to be sensible." Mu Anren gathered his thoughts and started to enjoy the distillers grains cooked by Mu Qingqing.

"Qingqing, Daddy believes that you can get into No. 3 High School, so work hard and don't worry about the school fees. "Even if dad were to risk his life, I will still let my daughter live a good life." Mu Anren touched Mu Qingqing's head and felt warmth in his heart. You're in charge of reading and reading and Dad is in charge of making money and supporting the family. "

Mu Qingqing nodded obediently. The reason why she had to enter the Third High School was because she knew that her family had the strength to do so. If she didn't remember wrongly, in the days when the entrance exam was released, the business of Mu Family had also improved.

Mu Anren ate the poached egg made by Mu Qingqing. His stomach was warm, and so was his heart.

"Qingqing, dad is going to work. Don't be late for school." Mu Anren picked up the briefcase on the side, stood up and walked towards the door. It was already dawn. His skinny body was carrying a briefcase, but there was no trace of dejection on his face. Instead, he was full of energy.

For the sake of his family, for the sake of his family's three children, he definitely wouldn't be easily defeated by reality!

Mu Qingqing was washing bowls and pots. She scooped up four bowls of porridge and put on her school uniform upstairs. She combed her hair, took her homework and books, then slowly went downstairs.

In the dining room, Su Cuiyun sat at the dining table, her expression grim.

That's right, how good could it be after being beaten up by Father Mu Anren last night?

Mu Qingqing paused her steps and stood on the staircase. In her mind, many scenes of her being beaten up by Su Cuiyun in her previous life flashed past. For a moment, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Qing Qing, why aren't you coming down?" Su Cuiyun sat motionlessly on her seat, her tone full of threat.

Heh, down? Going down to receive a beating from her?

She did not —

If he let Su Cuiyun touch a strand of his hair today, her calligraphy would be reversed!

"Mom, I'll go see if my sister and brother are up yet." Mu Qingqing pursed her lips and quickly walked to the second floor.

Su Cuiyun angrily threw the ceramic spoon in her hand onto the marble floor. When did you become so smart?

The moment Mu Xiaoyou woke up, she saw Mu Qingqing standing at the door of Mu Yichen's room, knocking non-stop.

"Sis, what did you do today? "Why does it taste like rice wine …" Mu Xiaoyou fanned her nose. She didn't like the taste of the distillers grains, and she was allergic to alcohol.

"Boiled porridge." Mu Qingqing replied without turning her head, trying her best to control her emotions.

Mu Yichen opened the door with sleepy eyes. He was wearing pajamas and his upper body was naked. "Sis, it's only 6: 40, let me sleep a bit more …"

Mu Qingqing quickly tugged on his elbow. "You'll be sleeping next to the bed for more than half an hour."

Suddenly, the image of Mu Yichen's bed appeared in Mu Qingqing's mind. Before she could think about it further, Mu Yichen pushed her hand away and the image disappeared.

Mu Qingqing was stunned.

"Sis, just five minutes." Mu Yichen closed the door with a bang. He didn't care if Mu Qingqing wanted to beat her up.

Mu Qingqing lowered her head and touched her hands that were still wet with sweat. She immediately understood that this might be another 'surprise' from her rebirth! She seemed to know what he was thinking the moment she touched him!

"Sis, you haven't told me yet. Why does it smell like alcohol at home?" Mu Xiaoyou did not give up. She walked up to Mu Qingqing and shook her hand.

This was quite a scene. A new scene appeared in Mu Qingqing's mind. It was the wine cabinet in the kitchen downstairs, accompanied by Mu Xiaoyou's voice, filled with both disgust and anger.

[God damn, I know I'm allergic to alcohol, but I still dare to make my family smell alcohol!] It was Mommy who did not teach you a lesson, okay?]

At this moment, Mu Qingqing was staring at Mu Xiaoyou's pale red lips. Indeed, she hadn't moved her lips. It seemed like the voice from earlier was indeed the thought running through Mu Xiaoyou's mind. Terrifying!

"Dad cooked the poached egg from the distillers grains he ate this morning." Seeing that Mu Xiaoyou was about to let go of her hand, Mu Qingqing stepped forward and held Mu Xiaoyou's hand. Look at me, I forgot. Little Sister, you hate the smell of alcohol. "