Just one pregnancy and four babies, but the prince actually pledged his love to her

I saw Mingyu standing not far away, with scattered firewood under his feet.

It can be seen that Mingyu brought back some of the firewood collected by his two brothers in advance, for fear that his sister would have no firewood to cook.

Li saw her son standing there blankly with suspicious tears in his eyes. She just said, "Mingyu..."

Li Mingyu turned and ran.

Li didn't know how long her son had been listening, and was afraid that he would think too much and something bad would happen, so she wanted to turn around and chase after him.

But he was stopped by Li Mengyue.

"Mom, Mingyu probably needs some personal time to process this. Let's not go look for him yet. I'll go look for him after dinner is ready."

Mrs. Li thought about it and felt that her daughter was right. She should indeed let her son be alone for a while.

Also, even if she went to find her son now, she wouldn't know what to say or how to resolve his emotional issue.

So while worrying about her son, she helped wash and cut vegetables.

Li Mengyue saw that her mother was absent-minded and understood that she was still worried about Mingyu, so she said to Li: "Mom, don't worry, I can sense where Mingyu is, he is safe now."

Hearing her daughter's words, Li felt a little embarrassed.

She knew that what happened in the past had caused great harm to her son, and she needed to comfort him properly, otherwise her son would be obsessed with this matter for the rest of his life, and it might very well ruin his life.

But now that he knew his son was fine, he worked quickly and efficiently.

Soon the necessary side dishes and pheasant were prepared, and the multi-grain flour was also mixed. All we had to do was wait for the dish to be stewed until it was almost done and put into the pot.

Li picked up all the firewood that Mingyu brought back and was preparing to start a fire.

"Mom, making fire is my job, don't compete with me."

Before Li could light the fire, Minghao came back with firewood, shouting as he walked.

Seeing Minghao sweating profusely from running, Li took out a clean handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said lovingly, "Okay, okay, mom won't light the fire, leave it for Minghao to do, mom will go to the room to see your father."

After Li left, Minghao squatted down and skillfully lit the fire. After a while, the firewood under the pot caught fire.

"Minghao, turn up the heat. Sister will stir-fry the chicken first."

"okay."

Minghao thought of the meals his sister had cooked before. They were exceptionally delicious. He didn’t know how to describe it. Anyway, just by smelling the fragrance, he wanted to have a bite. After he was done, he wanted to eat more. He still remembers the taste of the dishes.

Especially the spicy snails made by my sister. The tender snail meat melts in your mouth and there is still a lot of juice. It is really delicious.

It’s a pity that my sister only made such a delicious dish once and never made it again.

My sister said it was very satisfying to eat and she would make it whenever she wanted to eat it.

But he waited and waited, but his sister refused to let him and his brother go to the river to catch snails.

He also wanted to go directly into the river and let his sister do it, but his mother disagreed and didn't want to make his sister suffer.

After seeing his sister cooking today, he couldn't wait to eat the food she made.

"Minghao, it's done. Let's simmer it on low heat for a while. I'll make the pot cake later."

"Okay, sister."

Li Mengyue fried the chicken, poured most of the pot with water, waited for Minghao to boil the pot, then covered the pot with a lid and cooked it for a quarter of an hour.

When Minghao was cooking on low heat, the aroma of the chicken in the pot could not be covered and floated out with the steam.

The people who were working couldn't help but sniff when they smelled the fragrance, and they stopped the work in their hands at some point.

Li Dazhui and Wang Erniu also started chatting unconsciously.

"What's that smell? It's so fragrant. I've never smelled anything so fragrant before. I feel hungry." Li Dazhu said 'painfully'.

Wang Erniu echoed, "Me too. I had a bowl of wild vegetable soup this morning and now I'm starving. I feel like I can eat a whole cow."

"Erniu, you drank the wild vegetable soup, but I haven't eaten yet. My father is sick, and we sold the food at home to pay for the medicine. We don't have enough to eat, so we have to save. Hey, what delicious food is Aunt Li making? It smells so good that I can't eat anymore."

"Dazhu, when did Uncle Lao Gen fall ill? Why didn't you tell me? Although my family doesn't have much money, we can still save some money and lend you some food. Also, the meal was not made by Aunt Li, but by Uncle Li An's daughter. I saw it with my own eyes."

"No, I know your family's situation. It's not easy for Aunt Wang to raise you two brothers alone. No matter what, I can't go to your house to borrow food. There is still more than a month before the rice in the field can be harvested. Things will be better by then. What? Li Mengyue made it. She is only sixteen years old. How can she make such delicious food?"

"Yes! Just wait until the rice is harvested. What's the big deal? Mengyue is back from the capital. She grew up in a wealthy family. Whether it's knowledge or food, clothing or daily expenses, they are beyond the imagination of us farmers. It's nothing for her to know some cooking skills and make delicious food."

"Oh, that's not right, Erniu. Rich families have cooks and maids to serve them when they eat and dress. Why would they let Li Mengyue learn cooking?"

Li Dazhui's question made Wang Erniu stuck and he didn't know how to answer.

Because he didn't know what a young lady from a wealthy family was like, he naturally couldn't explain why Li Mengyue could cook.

Unable to figure it out, he simply gave up thinking about it. Wang Erniu said expectantly, "It smells really good. I really want to try it."

"What are you thinking? Uncle Li An and his family just separated and found a place to stay. They have little food, so why would they let us eat? What's more, if they invite you to have a meal, you will have the nerve to eat."

When Wang Erniu heard what Li Dazhu said, he scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "I was just joking."

"Okay, stop talking, let's finish this quickly and go home for dinner."

"Row."

After stopping chatting, Li Dazhui and Wang Erniu started working again in full swing.

In fact, while the two of them were chatting, Li Mengyue was eating pot cakes and listened to their conversation without missing a word.

Having lived in Xinghua Village for more than a month, she has a more or less general understanding of the situation in the village and knows that many families are in difficult circumstances.

I never expected that some families are almost running out of food.

If the food at home doesn't last until the autumn harvest, we will starve. Even though this place is close to the mountains, we can get some food there.

But according to her observation, the villagers have a natural fear of the deep mountains and only dare to dig some wild vegetables and pick some mushrooms on the outskirts.

Sometimes if you are lucky, you might catch a pheasant or a rabbit.

Even so, he was reluctant to eat it and took it to sell in town to improve his family's life.

A pound of pheasant costs ten cents, and three pounds can be sold for thirty cents, which can buy six pounds of coarse grains, enough for the whole family to eat for several days.

And she heard them pinning their hopes on the autumn harvest, which, in her opinion, was not a wise move.

But she couldn't judge casually. After all, she was not born and raised here. Not to mention her own abilities, she was able to keep herself alive no matter what the circumstances. Even the system could help her when she was in trouble.