Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

"Nuo Nuo..."

After a while, Mr. Zhou burst into tears.

"mother."

Su Nuo slowly opened her eyes and looked at Zhou with a tired expression.

"You, you're scaring me like this."

Seeing Su Nuo wake up, Mrs. Zhou finally let go of her anxious heart.

But the tears on his face were still flowing slowly.

"Mom, I want to drink water."

Su Nuo only felt that her throat was dry and hoarse, and there seemed to be some rough friction.

She swallowed a little uncomfortably.

"Okay, okay."

When Mrs. Zhou heard this, she quickly went to the table. There was a candle warming under the teapot.

Therefore, the water in the teapot always maintains its temperature.

Zhou poured a glass of water and brought it to Su Nuo.

Su Nuo reached out to pick up the cup and drank it all.

"Mom, I want more."

Su Nuo handed the empty cup to Zhou and licked her dry lips.

"good."

Zhou nodded and hurriedly went to pour water again. This went back and forth several times. Su Nuo almost finished the pot of water before she gave up.

"Let's have some porridge. You don't like plain porridge, so my mother made you shredded chicken and millet porridge."

With that said, Mrs. Zhou brought over a small bowl of porridge. Although Mrs. Zhou was not a great chef, she had always been in front of her husband, and under the influence of her ears and eyes, the food she made was somewhat better than the average person.

The millet porridge in Su Nuojian's bowl was golden and the shredded chicken was tender, especially when it was dotted with a few cilantro.

It looks delicious, and I can't help but move my index finger.

Nodding slightly, "Eat."

When Mrs. Zhou heard this, she was overjoyed. Being able to eat is a good thing.

Then, her delicate hands held the spoon and fed one spoonful at a time to Su Nuo's lips.

As Su Nuo ate it, she just felt that it was this millet chicken porridge. It had a moderate salty aroma, was soft and pleasant, and had no fishy smell. Although the heat was a little lacking, it still tasted good.

While eating, Su Nuo couldn't help but marvel.

My tongue is very strange.

Unlike in the past, eating is eating, simply eating.

It was different now. After eating it, her tongue could quickly tell what was being used.

Seeing Su Nuo finish the bowl of porridge, Mrs. Zhou had a moving smile on her beautiful face.

"Your father has taught me this all my life. I am clumsy and have not learned anything else. Because your father likes this, I have always learned this."

As Zhou spoke, she thought of her dead husband again, and tears quickly gathered in her eyes. She turned her back and stretched out her hand to wipe her tears.

He turned his head again and gently wiped the corners of Su Nuo's mouth with the silk handkerchief in his hand.

Su Nuo reached under the pillow and took out the Secret Techniques of Imperial Food.

Looking at the small regular script with hairpins on the cover of the book, Su Nuo's smart eyes looked at Mrs. Zhou in front of her.

"Your father has written a secret technique before. His handwriting was mottled and his hands were oily. The one in your hand was written by your father and I, working together slowly."

Mrs. Zhou spoke eloquently, recalling that period of time and couldn't help but have tears in her eyes.

Listening to Mrs. Zhou's words, Su Nuo felt inexplicably sad in her heart. She felt vaguely like crying, but she suppressed it again.

It's enough if there is one person in the family who likes to cry, so little Su Nuo sniffed and was strong enough not to cry.

She held the recipe tightly in her white hands, thinking secretly in her heart that when she has mastered herself, she must study her cooking skills.

Let my mother live a good life.

"Son, if you feel uncomfortable somewhere, just cry. We, the two of us, can hold you and cry for a while, and then everything will be fine."

Mrs. Zhou looked at Su Nuo with red eyes, as if she had been holding back, and for a moment, she felt very sad in her heart.

The child she raised by herself knew her character. Why was she acting like this at this moment? Mrs. Zhou was clear in her heart.

Su Nuo:......

I was still feeling a little tearful at first, but now, I don't feel any tears at all.

She shook her head and looked at Zhou with clear eyes.

"Mom, I want to go to sleep. You have been busy all day, so you should take a rest."

There was some weariness between Su Nuo's brows, and the light outside was not very clear at this time.

"good."

Even though she reluctantly left Su Nuo for half a step, seeing Su Nuo's tired face, Mrs. Zhou didn't say anything about staying here anymore.

She helped Su Nuo lie down, tucked her into bed, and then turned around and left.

Su Nuo originally wanted to think about how she should spend her days in the future, but as soon as she lay down, she felt a little groggy and fell asleep after a while.

In this way, after a good night's sleep, Su Nuo woke up slowly when the sun was shining.

Apart from the wound on my forehead, which still hurts a little, there was nothing uncomfortable.

So, Su Nuo got up from the bed, changed into a bright yellow shirt and skirt, and came out of the house refreshed.

Mrs. Zhou was cutting branches of flowers and trees. When she saw Su Nuo coming out, she hurriedly went up with the scissors.

"Nuo Nuo, why are you up? The doctor told you to take good care of yourself for a few days."

Seeing Su Nuo like this, Zhou was anxious for a while, but standing in front of Su Nuo, she didn't know what to do.

"Mom, I'm fine."

Su Nuo smiled, her beautiful eyes full of water, curved like crescent moons.

"I'm not a three-year-old child. I know my situation. Now I'm going to the kitchen to try it."

Su Nuo had just washed up and looked at herself carefully, but the gauze on her forehead had not been removed yet.

After saying this, Su Nuo walked towards the kitchen.

"Nuo Nuo..."

Mrs. Zhou stood in the courtyard holding the scissors, watching Su Nuo's little figure walking further and further away.

Suddenly, he felt a little stunned.

My nose was sore and tears seemed to fall.

Looking at Su Nuo like this, his whole body seemed to be full of energy.

It's not like the lifeless look it had before.

I should be happy, but why do I feel more and more uncomfortable in my heart?

Mrs. Zhou wiped her tears while continuing to prune the branches.

Su Nuo came to the kitchen and saw that the windows were bright and clean, and there were all kinds of knives.

She looked at the vegetables and fruits, and they were all there.

Su Nuo thought for a while and then started chopping vegetables. As he was cutting, he obviously found that his knife skills were not very good, even though the original owner had seven or eight years of knife skills.

It's not very stable either. The cuts are thin and thick, and each one is different.

Seeing Luoshui like this, Su Nuo's round little face was confused for a while.

Before breakfast, she was thinking about pancakes.

Cut the radish into shreds to remove the moisture, add some minced meat and seasonings, and stir together.

After making the dough, wrap up the cookies one by one.

Su Nuo lit the fire again and started making pancakes.

The heat was just right, but the strength on my wrist still felt like it wasn't strong enough.