Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

For ordinary people, a bowl of white rice porridge is not enough to fill them up.

But for her, who had been ill for a long time, this bowl of white rice porridge was the most she had ever eaten in all these years.

What's more, she vaguely felt a little full.

The buns are not big though.

However, for her now, not only would she feel bloated after eating it, but more importantly, the buns are a bit greasy compared to the light white porridge.

This was not friendly to her as she had just eaten.

But seeing Wen Xuan's eager eyes, Wen Xin couldn't bear to refuse.

"Xiao Xuan."

Wen Qiye put down the bowl in his hand and planned to have a good talk with Wen Xuan.

He is now almost 7 years old.

There are some things that can be told to him appropriately.

"Xiaoye, it's okay."

As soon as Wen Xin saw Wen Qiye with a stern face, about to lecture Wen Xuan, she quickly stopped him.

Others may not understand, but as Wen Qiye’s biological mother, how could I not understand?

Don’t be fooled by the fact that the eldest son gives people a gentle feeling, just like the gentle and gentle young man brought up by a big family in ancient times.

But in reality, if he were to teach someone a lesson, they would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Not to mention Wen Xuan, even she couldn't bear it.

She vaguely remembered that she once drank too much at a social event and had stomachache.

And what did Wen Qiye do?

He first asked his aunt to cook her some soup to help her get rid of the hangover.

Then, I watched her swallow the stomachache medicine.

Just when she was touched that she had a great son.

Books appeared in front of her.

She picked it up and looked at it.

Just call him good guy.

One Hundred Ways to Persuade People to Drink

How to politely refuse alcohol

"How do you handle it when your leader asks you to stop drinking?"

"How to persuade people to drink in business"

Wen Xin still remembers these books vividly to this day.

In Wen Qiye's words.

---Memorize these books and you won't be forced to drink anymore.

How old was Wen Qiye at that time?

Only eight years old.

Thinking about it now, Wen Xin's head was buzzing.

"It's just a small bite, it's okay."

Wen Qiye wanted to say something, but seeing that Wen Xin rarely had the energy, he could only swallow his words.

Wen Xin took a light bite of Wen Xuan's hand.

The bite is not big, just like a little hamster, a small bite.

But this one bite made Wen Xin stunned.

-----It’s delicious. I want to eat it.

That’s right, with just this one bite, Wen Xin was attracted by the overbearing fragrance of the little bun.

Who wouldn’t be dizzy when they smell these fragrant little buns?

Wen Xin herself is a person who never puts herself in a difficult position. If she hadn't been ill over the years and her temper hadn't been smoothed over, she would never put herself in a difficult position no matter what she said.

So, between eating and not eating, she decisively chose to eat.

While Wen Qiye was not paying attention, she took a bite and ate half of the bun.

When Wen Qiye found out, the whole small bun had been eaten by Wen Xin.

"Mom, don't you know what your body looks like?"

Wen Qiye was angry, anxious and amused.

It's not that he didn't let her eat. With her current health, eating a bowl of white porridge was already an unprecedented thing for her, and she actually ate a small bun.

Especially, Wen Xin knew that she had made a mistake, but she tried to cover her mouth with the summer quilt to deceive herself.

But your cheeks are bulging, can't he see it?

Wen Xin’s face turned red.

She just couldn't help it.

Besides, she hasn’t had a good meal in all these years.

Now that she can finally eat, she eats a little more, what's wrong?

"Ahem, Xiaoye, don't worry. I ate so much this time and I didn't feel any discomfort in my stomach."

What Wen Xin said was not false at all.

She originally thought that even though the bun was not big, it was still very oily. She wondered if she would have a stomachache if she ate it.

Especially the moment she ate it, she regretted it.

But it tasted so fragrant and delicious that she had to eat it even though she regretted it.

But who would have thought that after eating it, she did not feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, her stomach felt warm and the pain in her body was reduced a little.

"Is it really okay?"

Wen Qiye looked at Wen Xin in disbelief, fearing that Wen Xin said this on purpose in order not to make him worry, and that she was actually feeling terribly uncomfortable.

Don't ask him why he thinks this way, because Wen Xin has a criminal record.

"Really. You may not believe it if I tell you."

Wen Xin moved her body slightly.

“I feel a little less pain.”

Even though it's just a little bit, it's extremely precious to people who have been suffering from illness for a long time.

Although Wen Qiye couldn't understand what Wen Xin meant by relieving pain, he would observe.

He found that Wen Xin always frowned tightly, as if only this could relieve the pain.

But today, after eating white rice porridge and a small bun, her discomfort did not get worse.

On the contrary, he found that Wen Xin's complexion was a little better.

Wen Qiye also believed Wen Xin's words at this moment.

"By the way, Xiaoye, how about asking Auntie to cook me white rice porridge tonight?"

When Wen Xin was in good health, she was very picky about food.

But since she got sick, she has become more picky.

It’s not that she was being pretentious, but the illness made her unable to eat anything.

Today, a bowl of white rice porridge that couldn't be more ordinary actually made her feel a long-lost sense of happiness.

Why is she unhappy?

"Well, you can try it."

Wen Qiye said he could give it a try.

Since Wen Xin can eat, it’s better to let her eat.

Relying solely on nutrient solution is not a long-term solution.

"Brother, eat the buns."

Wen Xuan handed the bun to Wen Qiye.

Gululu....

Wen Qiye, who hadn't eaten anything for a long time, felt his stomach start to sing.

Wen Qiye blushed a little embarrassedly.

"Eat quickly, or Xiaoxuan will eat it all."

Wen Xin's words were purely a joke.

With Wen Xuan's small stomach, he would be full after eating ten buns. How could he possibly finish almost thirty buns?

In the end, it turned out just as Wen Xin had imagined.

Little boy Wenxuan was very full after eating eight buns.

The remaining buns naturally went into Wen Qiye’s stomach.

Oh, that’s not right. There are still two little buns in little Wen Xuan’s hand.

In his words, he wanted to eat ten, but only ate eight. He ate the remaining two in the evening to make up ten.

"Brother, will there be any buns tomorrow morning?"

When Wen Qiye had finished his meal and was about to go to school, Wen Xuan pulled Wen Qiye's clothes and looked at him cutely.

"My brother doesn't know either."

Wen Qiye really didn’t know.

He wanted to help Mo Ling, so although he said he was ordering food, in fact, apart from a bowl of white porridge, everything else was arranged by Mo Ling.

He also didn't know what tomorrow morning would be like.

"OK then."

Wen Xuan lowered his head, obviously a little disappointed.