Five cubs at the beginning: the vicious stepmother turns over and becomes a group favorite

Seeing this, Ji Zhixu just squinted his eyes and didn't reveal it, but first took a look at the children who were already sleeping on the ground, and when he found that Ji Letong was not there, he was relieved Of course.

Yaoniang did indeed reserve a place for him on the bed, but there was Ji Letong between the two of them.

When Ji Zhixu's hand touched the corner of the quilt, Mu Daiyao was finally willing to open her eyes slightly, pretending to be woken up, and yawned very realistically.

"Sister, please keep your voice down, don't wake Tongtong up, she just fell asleep."

When she said this, Mu Daiyao seemed a little confident, completely ignoring Ji Zhixu's eyes full of meaning.

Ji Zhixu could only lower his voice and said, "This bed seems a bit crowded."

"No way, it will only take three to five days, so I can only reluctantly meet you first." Mu Daiyao bent her eyebrows, trying to hide the sly smile in her eyes: "What's more, compared to your strong body and bones, Mr. After all, Tongtong is still young, so sleeping on the ground is not very good for your health."

"Yao Niang..."

Seeing that Ji Zhixu wanted to say something, Mu Daiyao quickly put out a finger to cover his mouth, signaling him to calm down and stop making noise.

In desperation, Ji Zhixu could only make simple gestures with gestures, asking Mu Daiyao to lie down inside, and leave some space for him.

It turned out to be like this, Mu Daiyao lowered her eyes silently, moved inside with some guilt, and hugged Ji Letong at the same time.

Only then did Ji Zhixu fall asleep on the bed lightly, but he had stood outside for a long time, and there was a feeling of icy cold on his body, which instantly woke up Mu Daiyao a lot.

Even Ji Letong, who was already asleep, frowned uncomfortably in his sleep, moved, and shrank even tighter into Mu Daiyao's arms.

Seeing this, Ji Zhixu could only sigh helplessly, and carefully moved his body a little further away, the sound of clothes rubbing against the bedding was particularly obvious in the silent night.

For some reason, Mu Daiyao's ears were itchy when she heard it, and she couldn't help but want to scratch it.

She quickly curled up her body, closed her eyes, and silently recited the Qingxin mantra dozens of times in her heart, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning.

Mu Daiyao was woken up by the sound of chopping firewood in the yard, she opened her eyes in a daze, Ji Zhixu was no longer on the bed, and Ji Letong was still sleeping soundly, without any sign of waking up .

After a while, she got up and changed her clothes, and tiptoed down from the bed.

When passing by several children sleeping on the ground, seeing Ji Xiukai kicking the quilt dishonestly again, Mu Daiyao pulled the quilt up for him again.

He didn't forget to mutter and complain: "After living two lives, I can't get rid of the bad habit of kicking the quilt."

When the door was pushed open, it was no longer snowing outside, but the snow that fell last night dyed the whole yard white again, and the path that had been swept out was completely covered by snow again.

Mu Daiyao walked over following the sound of chopping firewood, and found that Ji Zhixu just put down the ax in his hand, and was gathering the chopped firewood aside, ready to tie them up.

The clothes on his body are not too much, and there are faint traces of sweat on his forehead. Mu Daiyao just took a look, and felt that she seemed to be warming up.

"Yao Niang? Is it disturbing you to sleep?"

At this time, Ji Zhixu also raised his eyes and looked over, seeing that it was Mu Daiyao, he hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled gently.

"Fortunately, it's almost time to get up."

Mu Daiyao responded first, and then asked: "Why are you chopping firewood so early in the morning?"

"Prepare some firewood first. When the kang is ready, it will be ready for use. Anyway, the left and right sides can't enter the mountain, so I will find some work to do."

Ji Zhixu picked up the bundled firewood and explained patiently while walking towards the stove.

The snow is so thick on the ground, but he walks as if walking on flat ground, Mu Daiyao, who is one step deeper and one step shallower behind him, feels a little envious.

"What do you want to eat later? I guess everyone didn't get up so early when it was snowing. I'll just make breakfast in the house before going to open the shop."

Yesterday she rushed to open the shop early, but it took a long time for diners to come to buy.

After all, it's a cold day, and everyone wants to sleep in bed for a while longer.

"Yao Niang will do it as she sees it," Ji Zhixu said veiled, but there was some anticipation in his eyes: "But if it's hot noodle soup or dumplings, that would be the best."

Come on, hit a snake with a stick, and know how to make a request. Mu Daiyao didn't want to talk to him at first, but seeing him get up early in the morning to work, her heart softened, so she reluctantly agreed.

"Okay." Mu Daiyao raised her eyebrows and asked, "Then what kind of stuffing do you like to eat for your dumplings? Mushrooms? Pickled cabbage? Carrots?"

Hearing this, Ji Zhixu looked at Mu Daiyao who was taking out the flour at the moment, with a little anger towards him that seemed to be in his eyes.

At this time, the sun had just come out, and it just happened to shine into the stove, casting a faint yellow layer on Mu Daiyao's side face, making her look indescribably warm.

This made Ji Zhixu want to reach out and hug her in a strange way. He thought it would be like holding the halo in his arms. Fortunately, he resisted this urge, lowered his eyelashes, and covered her. The eyes may be frightening longing.

"It's all right, Yaoniang's cooking is delicious."

"Sanggong, you are very similar to Xiu Kai in this respect. You have a delicious little mouth like honey, and you can say anything nice."

Mu Daiyao, who was not aware of this kind of sentiment at all, complained in a low voice, turned around and went to knead the dough, and did not forget to tell Ji Zhixu to go out and buy some fresh pork with Brother Wang, and when he comes back, he can mince the meat and wrap it for eating.

"Ah."

Ji Zhixu, who had regained his composure, nodded, agreed and went out.

Because the school was closed for bathing, the children naturally slept late, and they didn't get up until Ji Zhixu bought the pork and prepared to mince it, put on their clothes, wash up, and sat obediently in the front hall.

While Mu Daiyao prepared all the ingredients to be added to the pork stuffing, she took out pieces of the already kneaded dough, kneaded them into rounds in the palm of her hand, and began to make sauerkraut and pork dumplings.

She taught Ji Zhixu a lesson by the way, and the two of them worked together, and quickly made a hundred of them.

At first, Ji Zhixu wanted to stop, but Mu Daiyao estimated that it was not enough, so she said: "It's winter now, and the children's food intake is bigger than when it's hot, so we still have to pack more. Lest there is not enough to eat."