The middle-aged woman's face was haggard and she looked not very energetic. But even if she was not energetic, she still couldn't hide her charm.

Her facial features are delicate and beautiful, with the unique charm and temperament of this age.

Even though my years are gone, I still look good, it is beautiful from my bones.

No matter how old she is, in Jing Shaojiu's eyes, all the women in the world are not as beautiful as her, and they are not as beautiful as her.

Jing Shaojiu quickly stood up to meet him. He stretched out his hands to hold the woman's arm, "Teacher, why are you here?"

Having said that, he knew in his heart that Jing Sa must have called her over. Every time she quarreled with Jing Sa, she would call the teacher over to comfort herself, haha-it's really ridiculous.

"I'll come up to see you. I heard you didn't eat dinner? What's wrong?" The woman sat next to him, holding his hand with a cold palm, "Ajiu, I know you are different from her. But... I have such a bad bone now, and it may take a few years to go..."

"Teacher, don't say that quickly." Jing Shaojiu held her hand back, and her warm and dry palm wrapped the woman's somewhat cold hand. "In the near future, I will definitely give you freedom."

He lowered his head and didn't even dare to see her. His mother hurt her every day. How could he have the attitude to see her again!

"My mother is wrong in doing this. She really wants me to inherit everything from her, but she is so sinful... and her bloody road and career, I don't want to touch it at all. Everything I have been taught by the teacher, in my heart... you are a person more important than her."

The woman pulled out her hand and touched his head lovingly, "But... you, who was once young, also saved me! If she hadn't sent you to me for upbringing and studying, I wouldn't have been through pain and sadness because of this. You, who was once a small one, were my motivation to survive!"

Jing Shaojiu then looked up and looked at her carefully, "Really?"

He was very afraid that she would hate him and hate him because of her mother Jing Sa.

"Yes! I have two well-behaved and sensible daughters, but... I probably won't see them again in my life." The woman smiled bitterly, "You were so young at that time, just so tall." She stretched out her hand and gestured in the air for a while, "But now they are all so tall, they have grown into a handsome guy."

Jing Shaojiu's eyes lit up, "Teacher, do you think I'm very handsome?"

"You are handsome and gentle, of course you are pretty." The woman looked at him with a smile, as gentle and kind as if she was looking at her own child. "Now they are much taller than me."

Jing Shaojiu was not angry at all

He was impatient and sat beside her and chatted with her.

About half an hour passed, and the housekeeper knocked on the door in person, "Young master, it's time for the teacher to go to rest. Her health is not very good."

Jing Shaojiu also knew how his teacher was in good health, so he stood up and helped the woman up, "Teacher, I'll take you back to the room."

"No need, you can rest early. Otherwise," the woman turned her head and looked at him, "I'll go to the kitchen to stew ribs. You haven't eaten tonight, so drink some rib soup."

As she said that, she saw the butler, "Is there any winter melon in the kitchen? If not, there is corn."

The butler nodded, "That's for sure. The young master likes to drink the pork rib soup you stewed, and corn and winter melon have been prepared for many years!"

"Okay, then let's stew the bones of winter melon."

As the woman said, she looked at Jing Shaojiu, "If you stew the pressure cooker, it will be stewed in half an hour. How can you not eat at night?"

Jing Shaojiu nodded at her, "Okay, teacher, I'll accompany you to the kitchen."

In the kitchen, Xiaozhen had already returned to her room to rest and handed it over to the woman and Jing Shaojiu.

While accompanying her, Jing Shaojiu couldn't help asking, "Teacher, how old is your daughter now? Are she as old as me?"

The woman turned her head and looked at him. When she mentioned her daughter, she couldn't help but a trace of maternal glory flashed in her eyes. "My eldest daughter is very smart. She just needs to take a look at what she wants to learn. At that time, she was interested in embroidery. I was afraid that a needle would stab her, but her skillful hands were not afraid at all, and she learned very quickly. She embroidered flowers and birds at a young age, and embroidered them vividly."

"Teacher, do you still know how to embroider?" Jing Shaojiu looked at her curiously, "Then can you embroider a handkerchief or something? Or do you embroider a pattern on my clothes that suits me?"

If the teacher can embroider something for himself... then he can carry it with him every day, as if the teacher has been with him all the time.

He couldn't help but have some longing and yearning in his heart.

"I'm not familiar with my skills now, and I don't know if I can embroider it." The woman laughed, "Let's go back and find a clean white handkerchief, and I'll give you some embroidery."

"Okay." Jing Shaojiu focused heavily and her heart was filled with joy.

I just don’t know if the teacher’s daughter is still alive now. If I help the teacher find her daughter, the teacher should be very happy, right?

Jing Shaojiu looked at the flames that kept jumping on the gas stove and narrowed her eyes. The teacher's daughter didn't know what it looked like.

Can embroider...

Some time ago, it seemed that a young woman who could embroider on a short video platform became popular. It seemed that her name was Su?

It seems that he is still the daughter of the Ye family.

How could the daughter of the Ye family be the teacher's daughter?

Jing Shaojiu thought so and took out her cell phone. While he was browsing the short video, he was waiting for the woman to stew the ribs.

He searched and found that because the video was too fast, he quickly found the video that Ruan Su embroidered a few days ago. Sure enough, he remembered correctly, that he was the daughter of the Ye family.

Ruan Su?

He flipped through the comments below the video and said that the young woman was named Ruan Su, and she seemed to be Bo Xingzhi's wife?

This is not a match for the teacher!

Definitely not the teacher's daughter.

Jing Shaojiu looked at it like this and decided to put her target on others, and gave up Ruan Su directly.

He searched for many young women who could embroider, but none of them seemed to have nothing to do with the teacher.

He searched for a while and felt a little discouraged. Where should he go to find this vast crowd?

Just as he was thinking about it, the fragrance of the ribs came into his nose, and he couldn't help but sniff it, "It smells so good."

The middle-aged woman standing in front of the pressure cooker chuckled, "It's going to be done soon."

"Teacher, what else can your daughter do besides embroidery? I don't know how she is now." Jing Shaojiu continued to ask her.

She was stunned and said, "I don't know either. I just remember how she looked when she was a child. Now she looks like, I don't know. She had very good academic performance when she was a child and even skipped the grade!"

Her tone was full of pride, "She likes singing and has good musical talent. I don't know if she likes singing now."

She hasn't recalled her daughter for many years, because every memory is painful.

"When I left her, she was still so young, and my sister was even younger. Although my sister and she were twins, my sister was not in good health as soon as she was born. After so many years, I don't know if my sister is still alive."

She shook her head and sighed, "Forget it, let's not talk about these unpleasant things."

After so many years, Jing Shaojiu only cares about whether she has family and children.

She smiled bitterly and began to serve ribs into the bowl.

The stewed pork ribs were brought to Jing Shaojiu, and he sat next to the small dining table in the kitchen and picked up chopsticks.

It was raining outside, but there was a faint warmth in the kitchen.

This pair of masters and apprentices seemed to be isolated from the world.

When it was almost dawn, a heavy rain gradually stopped, and by 7 o'clock in the morning it had turned into a drizzle.

The rain hit the ground. After Ruan Su got up, she came out of the window and took a look at the weather outside.

The sky is gloomy and the rain is light, and it is another rainy day.

I don't know when the rain will stop.

The weather is a little cool. Although it was summer, it rained heavily all night. Now it has turned lightly, so I still feel that the weather is cool.

Su Jinghuai has to put on her trousers, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to catch a cold.

Thinking of this, she washed up and went to Su Jinghuai's room, and found him trousers and long-sleeved sweatshirts.

"Godmom." The child's voice of a hoarse child in the morning sounded behind him. Ruan Su turned around with her clothes and saw the cute scene of him sitting on the bed rubbing his eyes.

"Jinghuai, it's very cold today. I'll find you some thick clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold."

"Okay. Then I'll brush my teeth first." The child jumped out of bed and slept into the bathroom in his pajamas.

He has been here in the Ye family for so long and has long been used to life here.

After washing up, the mother and son put on their clothes and went downstairs hand in hand.

The fake guy downstairs was playing with bamboo dragonflies, looking very happy and happy, chasing bamboo dragonflies and running around in the living room, like a heartless child.

But only Ruan Su knew that he was just a wolf who ate people and did not spit bones. The potential Ye family was to steal an important thing.

She ignored the fake, but went to the restaurant with her children and sat next to the dining table.

The breakfast was very rich. She brought a bowl of millet porridge to the child and then brought him a small bun, "What else do you want to eat?"

"I want to drink milk." Su Jinghuai said crisply, "Only by drinking milk can you protect your godmother."

Ruan Su couldn't help shave his little nose, "Why are you so good at talking? It's so sweet that it's so sweet to my godmother's heart in the early morning."

Old Mrs. Ye came over at this time, "Oh, Jinghuai's little mouth is so sweet."

The dining table was filled with the Ye family in a short while, and everyone started to have breakfast lively.

At this moment, the housekeeper suddenly rushed in, "Old lady, old man!"
Chapter completed!