Just as she walked towards the only house, a person came out of the ruins not far away.

The sound of footsteps made Chen Mengtian stop, and she turned to look.

It's Chen Baojie, his original cousin.

"Cousin." Chen Mengtian smiled and called out.

Looking at the plate in the other party's hand, there were two black steamed buns on it.

She looked at the ruins behind Chen Baojie.

It must be the kitchen.

Chen Baojie never thought that he would see Chen Mengtian when he came out of the kitchen.

"Why are you here?" He stepped forward and walked a few quick steps.

As the other party approached, Chen Mengtian saw clearly that the steamed buns on his plate were like black charcoal.

Chen Baojie followed her gaze and saw the black steamed buns in his hands.

He scratched his head, his handsome face showed a silly smile, "The kitchen collapsed yesterday, and everything in the room was pressed down below, and all that could be found."

After hearing this, Chen Mengtian felt a little uncomfortable, "Are you going to eat these?"

Perhaps she lived a very comfortable life in modern times, and she had never suffered even in an orphanage when she was young.

The only shortcoming is family affection.

Looking at the black steamed buns on Chen Baojie's plate, she didn't know how to eat them.

For a moment, a little sourness came out in my heart.

But she clearly felt that this was not entirely her emotions.

Chen Mengtian knew that she was not an emotional person.

She felt that there must be some emotions in this.

Because of the slight sourness in her heart, she couldn't stand it now. The Chen family and his son ate these steamed buns like black charcoal.

She put the clay pot in her hand into Chen Baojie's hand, "You give it to my uncle first, I'll go home."

Chen Baojie held the pottery jar and watched her leave with a gust of wind, and soon disappeared at the door.

Until Chen Mengtian's back disappeared, Chen Baojie suddenly moved his nose.

He sniffed the smell of the air, and the fresh earthy smell was mixed with slight scents.

Soon, Chen Baojie found the source of the odor.

It was the clay pot he was holding in his arms.

When Chen Mengtian returned home, she trotted all the way.

She couldn't stand the Chen family's life in such a hardship.

When I was young, the few rooms in my family were among the most numerous families in the village, and no one had ever envied them.

After only a few years, the Chen family has fallen to this point.

Chen Mengtian’s mood is complicated, and she cannot understand what she is now.

Anyway, she couldn't control her weird emotions.

As she rushed to the home, she came to the kitchen and put the remaining six or seven white flour buns in a burlap bag for food.

Some bacon that was taken out of the cellar and not put back was also placed in sacks.

Finally, some fine rice was poured alone.

When doing these things, Chen Mengtian knew that it was all this body's autonomy consciousness.

This made her feel some of the emotions remaining in her body.

The blood-related relationship is an emotion she has never experienced.

Seeing that it was almost done, she carried the things and ran to the Chen family again.

I met some people along the way, but I was not familiar with them, so she went and said hello without stopping.

This is the original character and Chen Mengtian's style of conduct.

She is actually very simple. She cares very much about what she cares about, and doesn't care about what she doesn't care about at all.

When Chen Mengtian came to the Chen family again, Chen Ping and his son were already pouring the black steamed buns into the skin and soaking them.

"Uncle, cousin."

The father and son were burying their heads and raised their heads when they heard this.
Chapter completed!