Chapter 9: Mother, I am not hungry.

Bei Yuying looked at his fear that he was almost soft and soft, only that the original master peach was really abominable. This is her son, not her enemy. How can there be such a vicious mother in the world?
[This system will let you see more people who are more vicious than this. 】
The sudden sound in my mind scared the northern rain.
It turned out that the system has not gone.
Once the system is bound, it will stay with the host until the host dies. 】
This is called the ghost thing of the system. Is it a mind reading? Really know her thoughts?
[This system is not called a ghost thing. 】 Mechanical, feelingless voice, cold and ice to reply.
The Northern Rain has already understood that this system can spy on her mind and silently.
The little steamed buns didn’t see the mother’s fire, but they didn’t wait for the sticks. They raised their heads and sneaked a sneak peek at the northern rain. They saw the northern rain picking up the broom and sweeping the broken dishes. Aside.
Mother did not beat him? !
The little buns were so surprised that they stood in the same place and watched the rain in the north to clean up the things in the kitchen. As a clothing, the Houmen Qianjin, who has reached out to open his mouth, has never done this kind of work, but at this moment she has no right to be willful and has no right to choose.
Roughly clean the kitchen, the kitchen is just like a little, just do a few things, this body can not breathe.
The northern rain 棠 opened the bag and looked at the flour inside and stopped.
She never had a kitchen and didn't know what to do. There was some embarrassment in the north rain, looking at the little buns, and the little buns were still shocked.
"Zi ink, you come to cook."
Hearing the north rain to call him, the little buns did not hesitate. Now the mother does not hit him, if it is not good, it will be embarrassed. Now, as long as you are embarrassed, the mother may forget the things that are just and not beat him.
"What do you want to eat?" the little buns asked cautiously.
"Whatever you want." Under this condition, everything is the same.
The small steamed bun skillfully scooped up a scoop of water, poured a little water into it, and began to meet. After the surface is finished, place it on the side and start to make a fire.
Bei Yu Yan stood by and looked at the little thin body, skilled in doing things that should not be done by him.
The pot was hot, and the small steamed buns the dough into a pan. The thin piece was quickly cooked, and the smell of a flour floated out of the pot.
That little flour, make six crepes on the hands of the little buns.
There is no such thing as a plain cake. If you change to your former self, you will not see the same thing. Now you can eat it in your mouth, but you feel unusually sweet.
The little buns looked at the white, fragrant pastry, and the eyes were full of eagerness, but he knew that the mother would not give him food. The little guy silently squatted in the corner, lowered his eyes and tried to narrow his sense of existence.
Seeing the little buns in the north rain, they kept shrinking in the corner, and the brows were scorned. "Ink, come over to eat the cake."
"Mother, I am not hungry." The little buns did not dare to reach out.
He was afraid, afraid that the next moment he fell into his hands was not a cake but a slap.
The little guy is tortured like a peach by the wood, and such a person is really not worthy of being a mother. The northern rain rushed forward and put the cake on the little guy's hand, but when I saw the wood ash stained on the little guy's hand, the dough was not put down.