But it just so happened that she wanted to please Ah Bao, but she was still thinking about finding no chance.
Now she took the initiative to send it to her door.
She wanted to see who Ah Bao would be looking for.
Compared with Feng Shu, she felt that A Bao was easier to deceive.
After all, he was just a four-year-old child.
His intelligence and abilities were not as powerful as those of an adult.
Maybe if he was a little nicer to him, he could be deceived.
Thinking like this, Bi Ling thought about it, no longer frowning, but picked up some food for A Bao, "Eat more, Bao.
If you want to eat anything, tell mom, I will make it for you later."
You eat.”
Bi Ling's timely opening naturally aroused Feng Shu's attention and distress.
She couldn't help but cast a cold glance at Feng Tianlan, who was eating quietly.
This is the woman who stole Lan'er's husband and her son.
If Abao hadn't told her, she would have disdained to eat with such a woman.
Feng Tianlan paused at the sight and sighed helplessly in her heart.
Sure enough, if she doesn't do anything now, in her mother's eyes, it's all wrong.
Abao glanced at them with a ghostly look, and then with a smile, he also picked up some vegetables for Bi Ling.
He even put the chopsticks in his mouth and took a bite, then stirred the porridge again and took a big sip.
After sitting all this, Abao got off the stool, holding the remaining half bowl of porridge, walked towards Bi Ling, and poured it into her bowl, "Auntie, my mother said that competition must be fair, so Abao I’ll also give you a chance to prove who is Abao’s mother.”
"Uh" Bi Ling looked at the white porridge in the bowl, thinking about Abao's action of biting the chopsticks just now, and took another sip.
Wasn't there his saliva in it?
Thinking of this, Bi Ling couldn't help but frowned, still frowning in disgust.
Although it was a child's saliva, she still felt dirty, especially because she felt that Abao deliberately stirred it up with chopsticks, which made her feel even dirtier.
Abao tilted his little head, blinked, pouted, and looked at Bi Ling aggrievedly, "Auntie doesn't like Abao's leftovers, so she doesn't eat it?"
"No, it's just that you haven't eaten enough, Abao, not to mention that there is porridge, and I'm full too."
Bi Ling explained with a smile.
If she dared to say she disliked her now, Feng Shu would definitely doubt her.
But she really didn't want to eat this little kid's saliva, not at all.
Abao blinked and said in a low voice, "It's not my mother after all.
My mother would not dislike Abao's leftovers."
After saying that, Abao lowered his head, slowly moved back to Feng Shu's side, lay on her lap in aggrieved manner, and asked in a muffled voice, " Did my grandmother also dislike my mother’s leftovers before?”
"How is that possible?
A mother will never despise her children in her whole life."
Feng Shu lovingly rubbed A Bao's little head, looked up at Bi Ling, and frowned slightly.
Bi Ling trembled and hurriedly explained, "A Bao has always been very resistant to me, and now he suddenly treats me well.
I'm a little flattered.
I didn't come back to my senses just now."
As she spoke, she looked at the half bowl of white porridge, thinking about her purpose, gritted her teeth, and started eating.
She had already come this far and could never give up.
Now that Feng Shu believed it, the next step would be Abao, then Si Mobai, and Feng Tianlan would have nothing, and everyone would betray their relatives and leave.
Thinking like this, Bi Ling endured her nausea and drank the white porridge in one breath.
She looked up at Ah Bao with a happy face and praised, "A Bao is such a good boy
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