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

She didn't beat them, and even made noodles for them.

After all, killing is illegal.

"eat!"

He carried Song Qiyan onto the bench, and sat on another stool himself.

In the past half a month, since their parents passed away, the two of them have been kicked around like footballs, and they haven't even had a decent meal.

The hot noodles are mixed with a strong aroma, and the moment you enter the mouth, the warm feeling of being wrapped in happiness swept over you.

"Brother, I miss Mom and Dad."

Song Qiyan burst into tears, and stuffed noodles into his mouth while crying.

Song Jinyan was not much better, his eyes were red and full of tears.

As soon as Song Weitang came out, she looked at the two small faces behind the steaming steam.

Uh……

She has never brought up children, and she doesn't know how to comfort the two children.

"Well, if you're not full, there's still room in the kitchen."

It took a long time for Song Weitang to utter such a sentence.

Song Jinyan raised his head and glanced at Song Weitang.

"Brother, has Auntie changed for the better?"

Song Qiyan moved closer to Song Jinyan and asked crisply.

Song Jinyan hit his little brother on the head with a burst of chestnuts.

Buy it after a meal, don't be sold by others in the future and give back the money.

The two little guys not only cleaned up the food in their own bowls, but even cleaned up the pot.

After eating, the two little guys sat obediently in front of the table, looking at Song Weitang with their big eyes full of defense and caution.

Facing the undisguised disgust and defensiveness of the two children, Song Weitang didn't know what to do at the moment?

Well, anyway, it's a fact that she took this body.

Since these two children are the responsibility of the original owner, they are naturally also her responsibility.

Song Weitang hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I've lost my memory."

She spoke first.

The two little guys had different expressions when they heard this sentence.

Song Jinyan looked suspicious.

Song Qiyan blinked his eyes in a daze, his white and tender face was full of confusion.

He turned sideways and asked his brother on the side.

"Brother, what is amnesia?"

"I just don't remember anything."

Song Jinyan patiently explained to his younger brother, but looked at Song Weitang with suspicion.

Song Weitang doesn't care what this little guy thinks, the most urgent thing is not to arouse the suspicion of these two little guys, and then find a way to find out what happened to him?

"Auntie, do you really not remember anything?"

Compared to Song Jinyan, Song Qiyan seemed much simpler. He blinked his big eyes and looked at Song Weitang flickeringly.

"Auntie, do you really not remember anything?"

Song Weitang nodded vigorously.

"Auntie, my brother and I are very good, please don't send us to the orphanage!"

The little guy jumped down from the chair, and ran in front of Song Weitang, with a white and tender face, looking at Song Weitang pitifully.

He knew that his brother didn't want to go to the orphanage either, but his aunt didn't like them, so it was better for them to go by themselves than to let his aunt abandon them in the end.

But now the aunt seems to be a little different.

So cute……

Looking at Xiaotuanzi in front of him, Song Weitang felt his heart melt.

How can anyone not like such a cute little dumpling?

Song Weitang looked at Xiaotuanzi, then turned to look at Song Jinyan who was on the side.

Song Jinyan pursed his lips, turned his face to one side, and was so stubborn that he refused to make any sound.

It reminded Song Weitang of her former self.

Song Weitang felt sad and distressed at the same time.

She bent down and reached out to pick up Xiaotuanzi.

Xiaotuanzi took a step back, Song Weitang's hand was hanging in the air, slightly embarrassed.

Xiaotuanzi also seemed to realize that Song Weitang was not going to hit him, so he immediately ran over and threw himself into Song Weitang's arms.

The soft, fragrant dumplings are in my arms.

Song Weitang felt as if her heart had been smashed into the cotton all of a sudden.

Such a cute little dumpling must be raised.

Song Weitang made up his mind in an instant.

"Don't worry, my aunt will never abandon you again. In the future, the three of us will live together. If I have a mouthful, you will have a mouthful."

Song Weitang immediately patted his chest and said.

Song Jinyan on the other side listened to Song Weitang's assurance with a blank face, that he was not the idiot that Xiaoyan was, who would fool around with just a few words.

But without being sent to the orphanage, Song Jinyan heaved a sigh of relief, and the hand he had been holding was finally loosened.

"Song Weitang...!"

As soon as Song Jinyan opened his mouth, he was hit hard.

He raised his head in amazement.

The woman holding Xiaoyan bent down slightly, her brows and eyes were full of smiles, but the force of hitting her head just now was actually very light.

"Song Jinyan, I'm your aunt. How can you call your elders by their first names? It's very rude."

The voice was obviously the same as before, but it was a little more indescribably gentle.

Song Jinyan looked at the smiling woman in front of her.

Don't say a word.

Song Weitang was not in a hurry, and just stared at him straight.

Staring so hard that Song Jinyan's cheeks turned red.

"aunt……!"

Song Jinyan yelled in a hurry, and turned his head directly, not wanting to look at Song Weitang again.

Why does he feel that Song Weitang is more troublesome now.

Song Weitang just laughed.

Children, what they compare is patience, this is the first step.

After all, the original owner treated the two little guys too much, and the impression he brought did not change so quickly.

So at this level, she is already very satisfied.

"You take Xiaoyan to take a nap, and I'll clean up the room."

Hearing these words, Song Jinyan raised his head, took a deep look at Song Weitang, and reached out to take the little guy from Song Weitang's arms.

Since his parents left, the little guy hadn't felt such a warm embrace for a long time, and he was a little bit reluctant to let go, holding Song Weitang's clothes tightly with both hands, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Xiao Yan is good, my aunt does the dishes, and I'll make you some delicious cakes tonight, okay?"

Song Weitang squatted down, stretched out her hand to gently caress the little guy's head, and softly comforted him, the little guy reluctantly let go of his hand.

When Song Jinyan returned to the room with Song Qiyan in his arms, he turned his head and looked at Song Weitang who rolled up his sleeves and began to tidy up the room.

"Brother, I really like my aunt now. Can my aunt stay like this forever?"

The little guy muttered in Song Jinyan's arms.

Song Jinyan reached out and patted the little guy's head, nodded and said.

"Will do."

Song Weitang spent more than two hours tidying up the room, and then went to look at the room of the two little guys.

Pushing the door open, the two little ones were already fast asleep.

Seeing the thin quilt on the bed and the empty wardrobe, Song Weitang couldn't help frowning.

The aunt of the original owner is too incompetent.

This is early winter, so thin, it will catch a cold.

She brought a thick quilt from her room, covered the two little guys gently, and then quietly left the room.

The moment the door closed, Song Jinyan on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the door deeply, thoughtfully.