Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Mother

It turned out that after her mother went to the market, Li Baobao played in the mud with Er Gouzi.

"I think your dad is definitely not coming back. I overheard my grandma talking to my grandpa, and she's trying to find a home for your mother," Er Gouzi told Li Bao earnestly while mixing mud with his hands.

"You're talking nonsense, my dad isn't dead," Li Bao retorted, his voice hoarse and his face red.

"How do you know?" Er Gouzi insisted that Li Bao's father was dead.

“I just know, but you wouldn’t understand even if I told you.” Li Bao remembered the little secret his mother had told him about his father.

"Don't be stubborn. Let me tell you, Li Bao, you'll be called Li Gou Shit from now on. Bao, who cares about you?" Er Gouzi, a kid his age, thought he knew everything. When he heard Li Bao say that he didn't know, he got angry and said some harsh words.

Li Bao gritted his teeth in anger, his eyes were red, his little chest heaved, his thin little hands were clenched together, and he lowered his head to nudge Er Gouzi's stomach.

Er Gouzi never expected Li Bao to suddenly take action. Even though Li Bao was three years older than him, he was pushed back several steps and fell to the ground.

"Li Bao, are you crazy? Get out of my way!"

After Li Baobao got up, she ran home without saying a word.

"And then, how did Bao Bao end up in town?" Xu Zhu listened attentively to Li Bao's stammering speech, and then pushed open the front door of her own house.

"Then, on my way home, something was put on me, and I, I couldn't see anymore," Li Bao said with difficulty, gesturing with his hands from time to time to try to make Xu Zhu understand.

It seems Wang Chunhua and her group have been keeping an eye on Li Baobao for a long time. Xu Zhu thought to herself, but didn't show it on her face.

"Honey, did you hit him because Er Gouzi talked about you?"

"Yes, you're not allowed to talk about Father!"

"Then you shouldn't have hit your brother, baby."

Li Baobao kept her head down and didn't speak. Her father was a hero, and he wouldn't allow anyone to talk about him.

Xu Zhu chuckled and patted his head. "Baby, go inside and try on the new clothes Mom bought for you. I'll make you rice noodles later."

"Okay, I'll go try on the new clothes." Li Baobao skipped happily off to try them on!

No wonder, many of Li Baobao's clothes were modified from his father's clothes, so he was naturally delighted to hear that he would have new clothes to wear.

Xu Zhu put the ribs in a pot, added water, corn, ginger slices, oil, salt, and cooking wine. He then simmered them over low heat.

Then, she began preparing the rice noodles! First, she poured the rice flour into a bowl, added water, and stirred by hand. In less than half an hour, the stirred rice flour dough was poured into a funnel, and finally, the batter was strained into a pot of boiling water. Once cooked, it was scooped into a bowl of cold water. She picked up a strand, put it in a bowl, and tasted it; it was indeed delicious.

I'll send some to Aunt Zheng's house and Brother Da Niu's house later so they can taste it and see how it is.

Before that, let's pick out a bowl for our own little villainous dumpling. Nothing is more important than our son!

Xu Zhu carried the bowl of rice noodles into the gatehouse and saw her son walking back and forth on the bed, dressed, with his hands behind his back and his little feet splayed out. If he hadn't buttoned the first button up to the second and had his jacket on backwards, he really did look like a little old man.

Xu Zhu burst out laughing, and Li Baobao, seeing this, shyly hid under the covers.

"Oh, my son is shy. Come here, let Mommy give you a kiss." Xu Zhu put the bowl on the small cabinet and was about to pull back the blanket to see Li Baobao.

"No, no." Li Baobao was clearly shy, clutching the blanket with her little hands and refusing to come out.

"Then let's go out for a meal," Xu Zhu said patiently, coaxing his beloved child.

"I don't want to eat it."

"Then Mother took it out!" Xu Zhu said, stamping her foot but not moving.

After a short while, Li Baobao pinched open the blanket a little bit, peeking out her big eyes to look outside.

"I've caught a little darling." Xu Zhu caught Li Bao in a flash.

"Mother," Li Xiaobao said to Xu Zhu in a coquettish tone.

"Try a bowl of rice noodles, and then go with Mom to Aunt Zheng's house to apologize to Er Gouzi." Xu Zhu watched Li Baobao eat very quickly.

"No." Li Baobao was very unhappy when she heard this, and pouted her little mouth.

Xu Zhu remained silent, staring intently at Li Baobao.

“I did nothing wrong, he said it to me first,” Li Baobao said to her mother, looking aggrieved.

“It was wrong of you to hit him, and it was wrong of him to say the same thing. You can apologize to Er Gouzi first, and he will apologize to you in return,” Xu Zhu told his son earnestly.

"Okay." After saying that, Li Baobao picked at the rice noodles again and ate them, muttering, "Mommy, this is so delicious! So delicious! I want to eat it again tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."

Xu Zhu was speechless. Had he turned the little villain into a little foodie?

After finishing his rice noodles, Li Bao exclaimed how delicious they were. Xu Zhu was relieved and went to the main room to make more, then dry them. When she went to town to sell rice noodles, she could just boil them—quick and convenient.

Li Baobao, dressed in new clothes, stood at the entrance of the main room, looking at Xu Zhu with a resentful expression. His mother was so mean, refusing to give him a second bowl of food. Then he sniffed the air; what was this? It smelled so good.

As Xu Zhu busied herself, she watched Li Baobao swallow hard, and chuckled to herself. "Little glutton, your mother's stewed ribs will be ready soon."

"What are spare ribs?" Li Baobao asked, her eyes wide.

However, it's not hard to imagine that Li Baobao had a hard time surviving with the original owner, let alone having the means to eat meat.