Chapter 171 Chapter 171

In Qi Zhenbai's words, he said that the Zhu family had something to do, but in fact it was nothing, it was just Qi Zhenbai's selfishness, and he wanted to spend the night alone with his woman.

Zhu Bocheng is also very conscious of not disturbing the two of them. Even if it is for the two bags of spiritual rice given to sister Shuyan, he has to start a good life and not be a light bulb that hinders people's feelings.

In the Zhu family, at 12 noon the next day, Zhu Bocheng received the bag of spiritual rice, and felt that he had a good self-consciousness yesterday.

It's a pity that he hasn't opened the bag to see what Lingmi looks like.

His parents hurried over together and snatched the bag of Lingmi in his hand.

Mother Zhu turned into a strong man. She didn't feel that the bag of rice was heavy at all. When she opened her mouth, she acted cautiously, for fear that a grain of rice would fall out. If a grain of rice did fall out, she also felt pain.

In Mother Zhu's eyes, this is not rice, but a magical medicine. When she thinks that this Lingmi has even cured her mother's terminal illness, in Mother Zhu's eyes, this is more than a baby bump.

Father Zhu was also very excited to learn this value from Mother Zhu. At first, Mother Zhu told him that his mother-in-law was terminally ill because she ate this bag of rice to heal the terminal illness. Father Zhu didn’t believe it at first.

Or he went to see his mother-in-law that night, to make sure that his mother-in-law's face was ruddy and the report from the hospital showed that his mother-in-law had really recovered, and the worldview he had built for decades had collapsed.

Therefore, just like Mother Zhu, these Lingmi are good things that are comparable to magic medicine in the eyes of Father Zhu. Even terminal illnesses can be cured. It is conceivable to see how much it spills over to the body. Thinking of this, Father Zhu's face became more and more excited. If it hadn't been for the Lingmi pestle in front of him, he would have wanted to ask his son where the Lingmi came from.

It was unbelievable for Zhu Bocheng to watch his mother and his father's excited actions from the side, but thinking about the benefits of this bag of Lingmi, Zhu Bocheng was full of emotion.

He feels that the reason why he is calmer than his parents must be because he has been with Sister Shuyan for a long time, and his knowledge has become numb.

Mother Zhu hurriedly said: "Okay, I will use these baby lumps to cook some porridge for your father and son to taste!"

Father Zhu said excitedly and excitedly: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Jubo City:  …

Zhu Bocheng thought he had seen his parents' exaggeration. When he went to the kitchen to wash his hands, he suddenly caught sight of his mother and grabbed a small handful of Lingmi from the bag. Make porridge for them?

Zhu Bocheng couldn't help but say: "Mom, put more, I don't want to drink only rice soup, I can't catch a grain of rice in a long time!"

Who knew that Mother Zhu immediately kicked him out of the kitchen with a look of contempt and disgust, but Zhu Bo was so angry that he even said something to his father outside the living room.

Who knows that Zhu's father and Zhu's mother's reactions are similar: "What kind of rice is there? It would be good to give you a rice soup!"

Zhubocheng: ...Why do you suddenly have the illusion of returning to the era of famine!

Is the way his parents' faces of 'the douchebag entering the city' are opened, right?

Lingmi is indeed different from ordinary rice grains. The fragrance of this rice is very long-lasting. Father Zhu and Zhu Bocheng enjoyed the smell very much.

"It really is a good thing!" Father Zhu said with emotion.

When Zhu's mother came out with the pot full of interest, Zhu Bocheng couldn't help stirring it for a long time with a spoon. The rice grains were pitifully small. Does his family want to be so poor?

Mother Zhu patted the boy's hand away and filled a bowl for the two fathers and sons and herself. The family of three was very comfortable drinking porridge for nothing.

Although Father Zhu was considered a profiteer, he was very filial, so he took the initiative to say to Mother Zhu, "I will pour half a bag of Lingmi in a while and let this kid in Chengcheng take him to his grandfather and grandma's house."

Zhu Bocheng responded, "I see, Dad!"

"You kid, drive me carefully, don't let me know that you missed one, and I'll beat you up!" Zhu's father and Zhu's mother said in unison.