The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

Song Ruan never thought that a law-abiding person like himself would be involved in a car accident.

On the day of the accident, he was driving a car on a business trip to city A. When he passed the intersection, a large truck ignored the red light and drove on rampage, directly overturning Song Ruan's car by more than [-] meters. .

The whole car turned over completely, and the front and body of the car were deformed by the collision.

Song Ruan was crushed at the bottom, and the shattered window glass slag splashed on his body, drawing countless large and small wounds.Not only that, his ribs were directly broken, and the broken bone was deeply pierced into the lungs. Scarlet blood poured out from various wounds, soaking the driver's seat below him. Within half a minute, the small space There was a strong smell of blood.

"cough!"

Song Ruan coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and the sharp pain made his consciousness more and more clear. He had never realized more clearly than now that he was dying.

People always look back on their life subconsciously before they die, and Song Ruan is no exception.

When he was born, his mother died of illness, leaving him and his father alone.

In fact, Song Ruan has a long-standing impression of his father. When he was five years old, his father died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. The helpless Song Ruan had to be sent to an orphanage.

At first, because he was handsome, not noisy, and his obedient appearance, several adoptive families scrambled to adopt him.But after Song Ruan arrived in his new family, he hardly spoke a word, and there was no smile on his face. Within a few months, the adoptive family thought he was too gloomy, and he might be a white-eyed wolf who couldn't get enough to eat when he grew up. They clamored to go to the orphanage to change a child.

The pair of parents went to the orphanage to make trouble every day, and the dean had no choice but to take the lonely little Song Ruan back to the orphanage. After that, other families expressed their intention to adopt him, but within a few months of taking him back, there were and The first one had the same reaction, but with a tactful rhetoric.Over time, Song Ruan no longer wanted to be adopted.

Song Ruan stayed in the orphanage like this, receiving support from well-meaning people outside, working part-time and studying. After graduation, he joined a private company. He worked hard, and more than half of his monthly salary was returned to the rescuer. His well-wishers.

There was also a girl in the unit who handed him a love letter and did a few warm things.

It's just that maybe the adoptive family has left an indelible shadow on him, so he is always reticent on weekdays, and no matter how moved he is, he can't say it out of his mouth.

But who really hopes to pay without return?Song Ruan didn't respond for a long time, and the girl had no choice but to return with regrets. Before she left, she didn't forget to label him cold and defiant.

Thinking about it this way, it's actually pretty good to die.

He has no father or mother, is alone, and has nothing to worry about. It would be better to die sooner, so as not to waste society's resources.The only regret is that he hasn't paid back the funding from those kind-hearted people...

Song Ruan gasped with difficulty, feeling liquid slipping across his face and moistening the corners of his lips.

He subconsciously licked his lips, but at this moment he couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood.

I don't know if I can be reincarnated after I die, and I don't need to be rich. I just want an ordinary family with my parents and a happy family.

However, such a small wish, why is it so difficult?

"Ding, emotional fluctuations are detected, and in view of the serious injury of the host, the system automatically binds...traversal...protocol..."

What's the sound?

Has someone come to rescue him?

Song Ruan raised his heavy eyelids, he wanted to look out of the car, but after several struggles, he still tilted his head and completely lost consciousness.

Inside the house, a young man was lying on the bed. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and only his heaving chest could prove that he was still alive.

"Take it! Take it! Get out!"

The extraordinary woman cursed angrily, and threw a set of clothes on the table to the ground.

very noisy.

Song Ruan thought in a daze.

"Take this shroud away, my son doesn't need to wear it! He's still fine, and he'll wake up after a little more sleep. Take all these bad things away!"

"very noisy……"

He muttered something, but found that his throat was as dry as the ground that was about to split open, and there seemed to be a fire burning in the throat, and he almost thought that he would die of thirst when the ground was burning——

die?

Wait, am I not dead?

Song Ruan wanted to move her fingers, but her body seemed to be stiff, with numbness from toes to fingertips.

He barely opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a patch of red. Song Ruan was dazed, almost thinking that he was still at the scene of the car accident, and this patch of red was his own blood.

But when he came back to his senses, he realized that it was just a bright red bed curtain.

The two nearby voices were still arguing, and the voices became louder and louder, piercing Song Ruan's ears like a sharp knife.

Song Ruan coughed violently, feeling that he would either be disturbed to death by them, or be thirsty to death, he slightly raised his voice, "Thirsty..."

With this sound, the room that was still in chaos just now fell silent, a gust of wind blew outside the window, and the sound of rustling leaves could be heard clearly.

"Water, water! Mother pour it!"

Song Ruan glanced to the side, and finally saw the scene inside the house. The interior was decorated in an ancient style, and there were a few young women in maid costumes standing at the door, with anxious and surprised faces, and the woman who was arguing just now was Shaking his hands, he poured a glass of water from the teapot, then stumbled towards him.

Most of the water was splashed on the ground, but the older woman didn't notice, and ran to the bed with tears and surprise in her eyes, helped Song Ruan up, and wanted to feed him water.

Song Ruan didn't dislike it either, she drank the remaining half bowl of water with her hand, the slightly cool liquid slid down his throat, just like spring rain moistening the earth, the burning pain just now has been reduced by most.

"Ruan'er is awake! Go and call a doctor!"

The woman saw him drink the water, and said to the servant girl ecstatically.

"Here, where is this place?"

Song Ruan regained some strength. He looked at himself. He was wearing a pure white inner garment. The style was not modern at all. The woman next to him was also wearing an ancient costume, with her hair tied in a bun. A trace of joy and guilt.

But as soon as he asked this sentence, the woman's face was startled, with worry in her eyes, she slowly touched his face with her hand, rubbing it lightly, "My son, this is your room. "

My son?

Probably because the surprise on Song Ruan's face was too obvious, the woman became more and more worried, "Ruan'er, what's wrong with you? Is there any discomfort?"

"..."

Song Ruan looked at the caring expression on the face of the woman in front of her, and finally realized that he might... have timetraveled.

The domineering little son of the Song family unfortunately fell into the water a few days ago and became seriously ill. Everyone thought that he would not be able to survive this catastrophe, but they did not expect that the shroud was ready and the coffin was ready, and the little son woke up miraculously .

It's just that when I fell into the water, I didn't know where I hit it, and when I woke up, I didn't even recognize myself and my parents.

"Forget it."

Song's mother was holding a bowl of soup in her hand, with a faint smile on her face, she looked like a loving mother, she didn't see the hysteria when her son was dying a few days ago, "Forget that you are not my son? Since we can’t remember it, let’s start again. But our family is a merchant’s family, and my mother is worried that someone will make a fuss about it, so I told the servants of that day not to talk too much, and you don’t want to spread the matter.”

Was it a business at home?

Song Ruan nodded obediently.

"Come on, you are still sick, you need to eat more to gain strength."

Song's mother said with concern, "This is boiled by mother for you. In the past, you liked the red bean soup that mother made for you the most. Try it, maybe you will remember it after drinking it."

"..."

Song Ruan stared blankly at the bowl of soup in front of him. After living for more than 20 years, it was the first time someone made soup just for him.

Seeing his indifferent reaction, Song's mother just felt a little sad when she saw Song Ruan take the bowl from her hand and slowly began to drink.

She was startled, and suddenly recalled that the child was used to be mischievous, willful, arrogant and domineering by the two of them in the past. Although he was a little reticent after waking up, he must have been frightened.Fortunately, this disaster has passed, and people have become more sensible.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.

"Well!"

As soon as Song Ruan took a sip, she frowned imperceptibly: This soup is too bad!The red beans are small and not plump, soaked in the soup not only has a very light sweetness, but also tastes astringent, making it hard to swallow.

"what happened?"

Song's mother paused when she saw him, worried that his old injury would recur, and asked with concern, "What's uncomfortable? Or does it not taste good?"

"..."

Song Ruan looked at her anxious expression in silence, and awkwardly tried to say something pleasant to comfort her, but even though his soul changed into another body, his personality did not change.

The phrase 'delicious' circled around his tongue several times, and he practiced the tone and tone of each word several times in his heart, but he just couldn't get it out.

He tried several times, but he shook his head, picked up the bowl, bravely drank the soup, wiped the corners of his mouth after drinking, and turned the bottom of the bowl upside down to show Song's mother.

Song's mother was amused by his serious look, and touched his face, "You silly boy, when you recover, mother will make it for you every day."

"..."

Song Ruan trembled inexplicably, but she still nodded calmly with her lips tensed.

At this time, a servant girl knocked on the door and came in, but she just stood at the door and asked respectfully, "Madam, the eldest son is back."

Song's mother suppressed her smile slightly, and said lightly, "Understood, let's go down."

Eldest son?

Song Ruan suddenly remembered that when the maids came to serve him these days, they called him Second Young Master, Second Young Master, and Little Young Master. Could it be that there is a big brother on top of him?

Song's mother turned her head and met Song Ruan's suspicious eyes. She paused, raised her hand to stroke Song Ruan's hair, but didn't say a word about the 'big son', "You take good care of your illness, the shop has been very busy recently. Very soon, Mother has to go back to settle accounts first, and come to see you at night."

After all, she saw Song Ruan nodded before turning around and leaving. Before leaving, she did not forget to tell the girls about his injury.

Song Ruan watched her back gradually disappear out of the window, thoughtful.

Eldest son...