Cultivating Immortals through the Ages

Chapter 19 Missing Wenyu
Wen Jing felt distressed seeing Grandma Zhong who was sweating profusely, struggling to get off Lu Jianguo's shoulders.

The shaking made Lu Jianguo dizzy, thinking that she was reluctant to leave and wanted to make a fuss.

Grandma Zhong understood what she meant, she moved towards Lu Jianguo, and stretched her head over so that she could wipe off her sweat.

No matter how reluctant you are, you will eventually leave.

Wen Jing sat on the horizontal bar of the white carriage, turned her head to watch the figure of the second elder getting further and further away, and finally burst into tears.

In the distance, Grandpa Zhong and Grandma Zhong were about to break their hearts when they heard Wen Jing's cries.

Just about to step forward, but then gave up, instead of chasing Wen Jing.

Lu Jianguo, who was pushing the cart here, was very distressed when he saw Wen Jing crying.

He stabilized the car with one hand, and patted her on the back with the other, coaxing her carefully.

Wen Jing cried for a long time, and didn't stop until she could no longer see the Zhong family's house.

Lu Jianguo's heart, which had been struggling all the time, was relieved after Wen Jing stopped crying.

There is no words all the way, the road with potholes is very difficult to walk.The family of three finally arrived at Lujiagou before the sun went down.

Wen Jing looked at the same low-grass house as three years ago, and didn't know what it was like.

After arriving home, grandma Cheng saw Wen Jing running over happily and said, "My dear granddaughter, you are finally back."

As he said that, he held Wen Jing and cried excitedly.

"Mom, Wen Jing is back. You should be happy, why are you still crying!"

"Happy, I'm happy."

Cheng said he was happy, but the tears still couldn't stop flowing down.

During the few years when Wen Jing disappeared, Cheng was under a lot of pressure, always thinking that he was not optimistic about the child.

Now that the child has been found safely, that's why he cried out excitedly.

"Mom! Is dinner ready? I'm starving to death."

Zhang Min suddenly made a sound, interrupting the original moving atmosphere.

When Cheng heard his daughter-in-law say that she was hungry, she quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Dinner has been prepared long ago, and I'm just waiting for you to come back!" Then he went to the kitchen to get a bowl and start eating.

Zhang Min looked at the miscellaneous rice porridge with a lot of dried sweet potatoes in front of him, then looked at the bowl of pickles on the table and said, "I brought some sausages back today, I'll take some out and steam it, let mom have a taste?"

"No, no. I'll just eat pickles."

"Okay, I'll eat less at night. I'll steam it tomorrow at noon, and then I'll get some more and let my parents and elder brother taste it together. Save the rest for Wen Jing to eat slowly."

"My name is Siyu, not Wen Jing." Wen Jing quickly corrected her when she heard her name.

"Siyu? Did your grandpa Zhong fetch it for you?" Lu Jianguo asked, stopping the chopsticks holding the vegetables.

Wen Jing (Siyu) looked at the three-person table on the table and nodded, without explaining the origin of the name.

In fact, the name Siyu was just chosen by Wen Jing herself. In her previous life, her name was Wen Jing and her younger brother was Wen Yu.

Siyu means: miss Wenyu.

After saying his name, he continued to hold the bowl and drink the porridge, which was really too thin.

Except for sweet potatoes, there are not a few grains of rice at all.Ke Siyu doesn't like eating dried sweet potatoes at all, and if he doesn't insist, he still groans.Once you eat it, you will know that it has been damp for a long time.

Enduring the discomfort, I ate a few, but finally couldn't eat any more, so I put all the dried sweet potatoes in the bowl into my father's bowl, and drank the porridge by myself.

With her appetite, even five bowls of this kind of porridge would not make her feel full.The quality is not good, it can only be made up by quantity.

It was only at this time that Zhang Min realized Siyu's appetite. At noon, she patronized herself to eat, and did not see Grandma Zhong serving Siyu's meal.

Because there was no delicious food at night, she ate a little slowly, and when she wanted to add more, there was no more porridge in the pot.

Zhang Min pointed to the empty pot and asked, "No more? Mom, how much porridge did you cook today? How come I just ate one bowl and it's gone?"

(End of this chapter)