2 Six Unlucky Children

Ding Jun laid on the bed, rubbing her sore eyes. She could not help but think of her previous life.

She remembered the vehicle that hit her. Her mother should be able to collect the pension.

The old lady had just found her true love. Although she had lost her only daughter, she would not go so far as to seek death.

As for her, she was a pretty and unrestrained single woman. She was 38 years old and had no attachments.

With that thought in mind, she nodded and simply accepted the fact that she had transmigrated.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the glaring sunlight. She sighed and got up from the bed. She stared blankly at the seven sets of messy bedding.

The children outside the house might have heard the commotion and instantly rushed in.

The leader of the group had was dirty, and Ding Jun wondered if he had rolled himself in clay. When he saw her, he raised his eyebrows and said rudely, "You, whoever you are. I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry too."

"Me too."

In an instant, a few children pounced on her.

Ding Jun felt her scalp go numb. She immediately raised her voice and stopped them. "Stop."

Seeing her serious expression, the children also put away the smiles on their faces and took a few steps back vigilantly.

Seeing this, the little clay figure in the lead stretched out his hand to protect his younger brother behind him. He shouted at the top of his voice, "I'm hungry, so you have to cook for me. My grandmother said that she married you to take care of us."

This unlucky child.

Ding Jun could not be bothered to argue with him. Her own stomach was growling with hunger. The original body, this timid person, did not even dare to go out to beg for food yesterday. She was the bride!

She got off the bed without any hesitation. Ignoring the mess behind her, she shuffled her shoes and found the kitchen.

Just as she was looking at the ingredients in the kitchen, Mother Chen walked into the courtyard. She did not enter the house immediately. Instead, she craned her neck and peeked through the window. When she saw that the bed was not tidied up at all, she furrowed her brows tightly.

Ding Jun was studying the big stove and the fire. She did not hear any movements in the courtyard. On the contrary, the youngest, Sixth Brother, who was afraid and hiding behind the kitchen door, immediately saw Mother Chen. She was tiptoeing.

He staggered over and opened his arms for Mother Chen to carry him. He even shouted, "Grandma, grandma!"

"Ah!" Mother Chen quickly greeted him.

She looked at her eldest grandson with a big smile. Seeing that he was about to pounce on her, she hurriedly raised the bowl in her hand. "I can't carry you. I'm carrying the dishes!"

Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother heard the noise and also went over. Only then did Ding Jun know that someone had come.

She washed her hands in the basin and dried her clothes before she went out. When she saw Mother Chen, she greeted her with a smile, "Mother, why are you here?"

Mother Chen looked at her in surprise and explained, "Oh, there was some leftover meat yesterday. I brought a bowl over for you guys."

After that, she looked up and down at Ding Jun's body a few times, as if she did not recognize her.

Ding Jun ignored the other party's suspicious gaze and walked forward to take the bowl. She glanced at it and saw that it was a huge bowl, with chicken on the left and pork on the right. The fragrance filled the entire courtyard, she quickly said, "There's so much. You and dad should have it. I can just make some food for the children."

"How can you just make some?" Mother Chen glared at her and snatched the bowl from her hands. She was obviously worried.

The boss of the clay figure group immediately exposed his stepmother and shouted, "You don't even know how to light a fire, and you even said that you would cook for us..."

Mother Chen was walking into the house when she heard this and glanced at her. "You don't know how to light a fire?"

"No." Ding Jun smiled guiltily. "It's not my own stove. I'm not used to it."

Mother Chen was also a worrier. She quickly put down the bowl and walked quickly to the kitchen. "I'll light it up for you."

Ding Jun did not refuse. She lowered her head and said obediently, "Mother, I'll have to trouble you then."

Taking advantage of the fact that she was a good cook, she used the ingredients she had just prepared to display her culinary skills to her heart's content.

Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother were secretly reaching for the meat. When they smelled the fragrance of the dishes, they could not help but drool.

The two of them looked at each other and silently walked into the kitchen.

At this time, there was a circle of people around the kitchen stove. Ding Jun was sweating profusely as she cooked the last dish.

She placed the meat in the middle of the dining table. Next to it were the garlic dishes and coiling eggplant that she had cooked. There was also an egg soup specially made for Sixth Brother. There was also egg persimmon soup in the pot.

The children sat obediently at the dining table, as obedient as six little angels.

Ding jun scooped a bowl of rice for Mother Chen and said with a smile, "Mother, you don't have to go. You can eat here."

Mother Chen swallowed her saliva. She tried to refuse several times but could bring herself to do it.

Ding Jun stuffed the bowl into her hands. The children could not wait to eat.

Second Brother picked up a piece of the improperly cooked coiling dragon eggplant that was seriously lacking in ingredients. He placed it in his mouth and closed his eyes in enjoyment, then swallowed it after a while.

He said to Mother Chen in shock, "Grandma, her dishes are even better than meat!"

Mother Chen pursed her lips and thought to herself, how could it not taste good with so much oil? Even stir-fried bricks with heavy salt and oil would taste good.