Became a vicious male mother

28, you are my ancestor

Of the two eggs, Gu Xinglan only cracked one.

The sizzling sound of oil filled the air.

The aroma of eggs that wafted for a short while was quickly overwhelmed by the slightly sour taste of tomatoes.

These discounted tomatoes are soft but not mushy, and they're more likely to release their juices.

Gu Xinglan added some water, and when the noodles were almost done, she took them out and cooked them separately.

The house was poorly ventilated, and the entire living room smelled of tomatoes and eggs.

Lin Cheng'an, who was studying at his desk, said he was going to a tutoring class and then went out.

Gu Xinglan felt a little embarrassed, and her movements of stirring the noodles with her chopsticks quickened.

"Mother……"

"Mother……"

The nasal call was mixed with the sound of boiling water.

Suddenly, my trouser leg was grabbed tightly.

Gu Xinglan quickly turned down the induction cooker, her expression hardening, and said with a hint of seriousness, "Grandma, what are you doing here? Go back and rest!"

The little guy was only about the size of his thigh, facing the pot; if he got any closer, he would have been burned.

But the child wouldn't listen at all and grabbed Gu Xinglan's trouser leg, calling for his mother.

"You've gone off-screen, you know that?"

System: [Host, it was you who jumped. Do you even remember who you are?]

"Look carefully, I'm not your mother."

One thing after another happened tonight, and it's almost 2 a.m. I'm more sleepy than resentful.

Li Hetai, with his long eyelashes like raven feathers hanging from the hem of his trousers, looked pitiful, as if tears were about to fall.

Gu Xinglan stared for a while, feeling utterly powerless, and her heart calmed down a little.

Did Li Hetai shed tears in his past life? He couldn't remember.

Gu Xinglan turned to look at the pot for a while, then looked at the child, and could only helplessly turn off the stove.

"Hold back your tears." There was only one tissue left on the table, the wrapper lying crookedly on the surface. Gu Xinglan had to twist it several times before she could pull out the tissue.

In the blink of an eye, the child tilted his head, wrinkled his nose, and his tears were already smeared on his pants.

I could still hear Li Hetai calling out to his mother in a low voice.

"I've never seen anything like this before," he sighed, and picked up the child.

Li Hetai wrapped his arms around Gu Xinglan's neck, his eyes red-rimmed and his cheeks burning hot, as if he were hugging a medium-sized furnace.

This temperature suggests the illness has worsened.

And yet he still has the energy to go outside.

"Forget about Mom, save your energy to recover from your illness..."

System: [Host, you must be consistent in your words and actions.]

Gu Xinglan was tough on the outside, but she held the child tightly in her hands and gently patted the child's back to comfort him.

The greatest compassion he could show now was the ability to calmly care for the person he most wanted to escape from in his past life.

Thinking of this, Gu Xinglan felt irritated.

How come all the benefits went to Li Hetai?

Honestly, he didn't want Li Hetai to have a good life; he even wanted him to suffer some unbearable hardships.

But now?

Gu Xinglan picked up her feet, carried the child back to the room, protected his head, and gently put him on the bed.

The child lay restlessly. Without the bangs to cover his face, his once smooth forehead was no longer snow-white, but bright red. Gu Xinglan had no choice but to run back and forth several times, applying cold towels to his forehead and wiping his hands and feet with hot towels.

After completing a series of procedures, Gu Xinglan was so sore that she couldn't straighten her back.

System: [You still have noodles in the pot, they're half-cooked.]

I hate!

Gu Xinglan gently pounded her thigh and was about to walk out.

"do not go……"

Li Hetai's fingers unconsciously gripped Gu Xinglan's sleeve, and he murmured softly.

"Mom...don't go..."

You can't hear it at all if you don't listen carefully.

"...Mom, Mom's here. You can go to sleep." Gu Xinglan gritted her teeth, held her breath, and finished speaking in fits and starts.

As soon as the words were spoken, the child on the bed immediately quieted down, just like a switch being turned on.

However, the temperature of the face and neck did not show any signs of decreasing.

Gu Xinglan tiptoed out of the room and paced back and forth on the balcony.

After thinking it over, she took out her phone and called a certain man.

I called several times.

Gu Xinglan's expression shifted from initial hesitation to a slight anger.

It's like the stubborn parents you encountered in your past life who claimed their children weren't sick, ignored them, and left them in the psychiatric ward while they went outside to play on their phones.

[......]

Less than a second after the call connected, Gu Xinglan practically yelled, "Your own son has a fever!"

[...Gu Xinglan?]

You can faintly hear a child singing on the other end of the phone.

It's obvious without even thinking that this guy is taking care of someone else's child.

"How could you leave Li Hetai out in the rain? Do you think he's some son who was delivered to your door with phone credit?" Gu Xinglan gripped the railing tightly, her brows furrowed and her eyes blazing with anger.

[Where are you now.]

"In the urban village, in my rented room." Gu Xinglan didn't forget the purpose of the call: "Have someone send some fever reducers for children, as well as easily digestible porridge, preferably with some meat, and some vitamin C as well."

A soft whisper came from the other end of the phone, presumably Li Taihe giving instructions.

After the whispers faded away, Gu Xinglan belatedly realized that she had just yelled at someone who might have been responsible for several deaths.

“Li Hetai is your own flesh and blood. Even if you need someone to take care of you in your old age, you’ll still have to rely on him, won’t you? Besides… what you’re doing is very bad for the child’s mental health…”

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After Gu Xinglan finished speaking, she thought the other party had already hung up.

Then I heard a "hmm" in my ear.

[What would you like to eat? I'll have someone send it over to you.]

He has noodles in the pot.

Gu Xinglan turned to look at the tomato noodles in the living room.

I was about to say no, but the words wouldn't come out.

Because Li Hetai was standing right next to the table, his face turned toward him.

That expression no longer showed the brokenness and confusion of before, but rather an excessive clarity.

The person still has a fever.

Gu Xinglan's pupils dilated slightly, and she pressed the answer button.

He walked steadily toward the child.

Just as he was pondering how to deal with the child in front of him.

Suddenly, Li Hetai's head swayed forward, and he fell straight to the ground.

Gu Xinglan was startled and quickly stepped forward.

With a "bang".

Gu Xinglan's buttocks made solid contact with the floor, and the intense pain made her grimace.

Fortunately, the child fell into his arms.

"I'm not your mother, you're more like my ancestor..."