After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

"Brother, is she dead?"

"Brother, I'm so hungry!"

In a daze, Song Weitang heard a voice beside her that was as small and weak as a kitten.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the pain in her forehead made her gasp.

Not only that, but the two enlarged faces in front of her also startled her.

"Brother, she's awake."

The older child, about seven or eight years old, reached out to block the three or four-year-old behind him, and then he looked like an eagle guarding a chick, tightly guarding him behind him, looking at him with vigilance and defense, and There is disgust.

What's happening here?

She propped herself up, only to realize that the whole house was like robbers, and everything in the house was turned over in a mess.

The typhoon crossing the border is nothing more than that!

"What is this place?"

Song Weitang couldn't help asking.

After all, her mind is blank, she has no idea what happened?

Before that, she didn't sleep for several days while researching new dishes. She only felt her eyes go dark, and then she didn't know anything.

At that time, she only felt a sharp stabbing pain in her heart.

Thinking of this, Song Weitang's complexion instantly turned ugly.

Oh shit!

She wouldn't hang up!

But if you die, you shouldn't go to the underworld to report, so what?

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a completely unfamiliar face from the sperm next to her.

Song Weitang was so frightened that she almost fainted from fright again.

I rub!

Is she resurrected from a dead body?

She rubbed the space between her brows, tried to calm herself down, and then asked.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Brother, why doesn't Auntie remember anything?"

At this time, the little boy behind poked his head out, combined the even numbers, and whispered in Song Jinyan's ear.

That cute look is simply adorable.

Song Jinyan pulled the younger brother back, then frowned and looked at Song Weitang.

What tricks is this Song Weitang up to?

"Song Weitang, if you really don't want to raise us, you can send us to an orphanage."

Song Jinyan didn't have a smile on her small face, she frowned, and said.

Song Weitang was shocked.

I rub!

Now it is clear that she is the aunt of these two little cuties.

And from that big attitude, you can roughly guess that you don't treat them very well.

Otherwise, these two children would rather go to the orphanage than stay with him.

On the fair arm of the older one, there were several bruises.

A not-so-good guess emerged in Song Weitang's mind.

She pointed to the bruises on Song Jinyan's hands and asked.

"I made this?"

Song Jinyan followed Song Weitang's gaze to look at his arm.

His eyes were full of disgust.

This was a few days ago when Song Weitang asked him to sell the belongings left by his mother, but he did not agree, so Song Weitang pinched it out.

He thought Song Weitang was threatening him again.

He took a step back holding his younger brother.

"Mom's things are not for sale."

Looking at the child who shook his head firmly, Song Weitang patted his forehead directly with a palm.

How could she roughly know who this body was?

Not only do they abuse children, but they also force people to sell what their mother left behind. This is simply scum, isn't it!

Song Weitang braced himself to stand up and sighed.

Then start tidying up the house.

The house was littered with leftover takeaways, instant noodles, and a bunch of wine bottles.

Song Weitang shook her head while tidying up, completely not understanding how someone's life would be in such a mess.

Song Weitang is the 27th generation successor of the Song family of the state banquet family.

Morning run at [-] o'clock in the morning, practice knife skills at [-] o'clock, go to school at [-] o'clock, and continue to practice cooking after school.

It's been like this for 23 years.

Today's events completely subverted her worldview.

Song Weitang tidied up things very quickly, and the house that was so messy that there was no place to set foot was quickly cleaned up.

The two little guys looked at Song Weitang, they just hid in the corner, they didn't even want to get close.

After tidying up almost, Song Weitang checked the time, it was already twelve o'clock.

Song Weitang went straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen is the cleanest place in the house.

You can tell at a glance that it hasn't been fired for many years.

Song Qiyan reached out and tugged at his brother's arm.

"Brother, what's the matter, aunt?"

Song Jinyan reached out and rubbed Song Qiyan's head, then shook his head.

He also didn't know what Song Weitang was going to do.

The two little guys tiptoed and approached the kitchen quietly, wanting to see what Song Weitang was going to do?

Song Weitang searched the whole kitchen, only found two eggs in the corner of the refrigerator.

Also, I don't know how long the flour has been put, and there is no rice.

Song Weitang picked up the flour and smelled it, yes, it's still edible.

She directly poured all the flour into the bowl, then added water to knead the dough, covered it, and put it in warm water for a little fermentation.

Break the eggs and fry them into a hijab.

"Brother, it smells so good...!"

The smell of scrambled eggs permeated the entire kitchen, and Song Qiyan at the door couldn't help but licked his lips, drooling.

He reached out and rubbed his gurgling stomach.

Song Jinyan squatted down and hugged his younger brother.

"Pray to be good, wait for my brother to buy you food."

When Song Jinyan said this, her brows were all wrinkled together.

He has no money on him.

After their parents had an accident, they were kicked from one house to another by their relatives like a football.

I don't know who suddenly remembered that his father had a half-sister, and then directly threw them to Song Weitang.

Song Weitang is naturally unwilling, she is the unrecognized illegitimate daughter of the Song family, she has not enjoyed the benefits of the Song family, and now she has thrown two oil bottles over.

Song Weitang naturally didn't give the two little guys a good look.

Today was when Song Weitang was beating Song Jinyan, she accidentally stepped on the wine bottle and fell to the ground unconscious.

The two children were terrified and were planning to call 120.

Song Weitang woke up.

There was a burst of aroma from the kitchen.

Although Song Jinyan comforted Song Qiyan, he couldn't help swallowing.

It smells really good.

Before their parents had an accident, their family was not bad, and they ate good things, but they had never been so attractive.

At this moment, Song Weitang came out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodles.

Put it directly in front of the two little guys.

White noodles, yellow lids, the entire surface makes people's index fingers move.

Song Jinyan could still bear it, but Song Qiyan couldn't bear it.

Just want to climb up the stool.

Song Jinyan pulled Song Qiyan back, and then looked at Song Weitang with great vigilance.

Song Weitang also saw that the two little guys wanted to eat but dared not.

She shrugged her shoulders and turned her head directly to the kitchen, leaving the two little ones facing the alluring aroma.

"elder brother……!"

Song Qiyan, who was pulling his brother's trousers, looked at the noodles in front of him pitifully.

Song Jinyan looked at his younger brother who couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and then raised his head to look at Song Weitang who had already entered the kitchen.

He didn't know what this woman Song Weitang wanted to do today?