Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

A sharp explosion erupted in the Song family's backyard.

Qian Jinfeng saw Qiuqiu, who was stiff all over, and went forward to give her some advice. When she touched her cold body, she checked her breath and felt her carotid artery...

Qian Jinfeng:!!!

Her candied sweet potato actually poisoned a fairy from heaven! She died!

Song Pan'er jumped off the bed, rushed over and shouted, "Qiuqiu, turn on the machine! Turn on the machine!"

Going crazy! She forgot! After the ball went to sleep, she needed her oral stimulation to turn it on.

After receiving the command, Qiuqiu opened his eyes, sat up straight, and met Qian Jinfeng's frightened expression at first sight.

"She, she, she, she, she..." Qian Jinfeng grabbed Song Pan'er and pointed at Qiuqiu, talking incoherently.

She had clearly checked just now and Qiuqiu was indeed dead, with no pulse or heartbeat. How could he suddenly come back to life!

Song Pan'er supported Qian Jinfeng, who was about to lose her balance, and said, "Don't be afraid, mother. Let me explain to you."

After she did this and that, Qian Jinfeng stared at her fair hands and asked, "So, my cooking skills are really not that good?"

Song Pan'er nodded heavily. "Mom, why do I earn money? It's so that you can live a comfortable life with nothing to lose. You really don't have to cook for yourself anymore."

Qian Jinfeng was silent for a moment, "When we first fled the famine, you didn't dislike the food I cooked so much."

Song Paner: ...

Wasn't there no choice then?

She can't cook, and neither can Song Dahe. The father and daughter are so happy that Qian Jinfeng cooks that how could they have any objections?

Besides, at that time we used various seasoning packets from supermarkets, and you could make it delicious by just throwing in a straw sandal.

"Oh, Mom, you like cooking, right? I'll find a cookbook for you..." Song Pan'er took Qian Jinfeng's arm and changed the subject.

Qian Jinfeng lowered her eyes and said, "No need. I might not be cut out for this. Otherwise, I wouldn't have burned the house down that year."

Song Paner: ???

"When did the house burn down? How come I didn't know?"

Qian Jinfeng rubbed her head and said, "When I was at my mother's house, I accidentally burned the house down while cooking. Fortunately, my fifth uncle next door asked his sons to help me put out the fire."

"At that time, Nian'er's grandfather was forcing me to get married, so I simply said that I set the fire on purpose. If they dared to force me again, I would set their place on fire as well."

"I really wanted to rob their house, but Qian Jinling insisted on giving me her only quilt. Because of our life-or-death friendship, I let them go."

Song Pan'er was stunned when she heard this. Out of curiosity, she asked, "Mother, what kind of life-or-death friendship is this?"

Qian Jinfeng sighed, "A group of bandits came to the village and killed many people. Your grandparents died at that time."

"Qian Jinling took me and hid me in the cellar of her house, and that's how I survived."

Having said that, she sighed again.

So she always felt that she owed Qian Jinling a life, but it was a pity that the guy didn't live to see her and take her to enjoy a good life.

Song Pan'er didn't say anything else. She hugged Qian Jinfeng's waist and said, "Mom, when things are peaceful, we will go find my aunt and uncle. We must give them a proper burial no matter what."

Qian Jinfeng hummed, "Alright, I don't know when this will happen. The most important thing now is that the plague has spread to the county. What do you think we should do?"

Song Pan'er blinked and looked out the window. "I've already made all the arrangements. You just need to stay home and spend the winter in Wubao."

Hearing that she was still keeping it a secret, Qian Jinfeng rolled her eyes at her, "You're so obvious! You still dare to keep it a secret from me, your mother."