Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen - Chapter 179
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179 Jian Qingqing’s Opinion of Lin Zhiqing
“As for what Young Master Lin said, to be honest, I have always felt that he is a very dangerous person. Even if some people are kind-hearted at the beginning, they will also become evil people for various reasons. However, some people will purely become evil people, while some people will have their own bottom line even if they are evil people. Young Master Lin gives me the feeling that he is the second type of person. After knowing that he and Granny Lin are mother and son, I feel that they are both pitiful people.”
“Of course, this is my personal opinion. It doesn’t affect the judgment of others or the law.”
Jian Qingqing gradually understood that Ming Zhiyan had probably found out something by asking her this question, and the result might not be good.
Ming Zhiyan nodded and stood silently by her side to accompany her.
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That night, everyone was worried about Lin Zhiqing. Fortunately, he did not continue to heat up in the second half of the night. After drinking the medicine, his fever gradually subsided. By the time daylight broke, his temperature had returned to normal.
When Granny Lin fed him the medicine with a spoon, she found that his eyelashes were trembling, as if he was about to wake up.
She quickly put down the bowl and said in surprise, “Zhiqing! Zhiqing! Are you going to wake up?!”
In the next moment, Lin Zhiqing opened his eyes slightly and looked at Granny Lin in confusion.
Granny Lin was so excited that she could nto hold back for a moment. Tears burst out of her eyes. She lay next to his hand and began to cry.
“My son, you’re finally awake. What else can I do?”
Lin Zhiqing was at a loss. He raised his stiff hand and patted her back gently. He said dryly, “Don’t cry anymore.”
Granny Lin raised her head and wiped her tears, she grinned and said, “I won’t cry anymore. Qing’er, are you hungry? I’ll cook something for you. Don’t you like to eat lean meat porridge the most? When you were young, you kept saying that you wanted to eat lean meat porridge every day. I’ll cook It for you!”
When she said this, both of them were stunned. Granny Lin lowered her head guiltily, and tears flowed out of her eyes again. When she was young, Lin Zhiqing kept saying that he wanted to eat lean meat porridge every day, but she rarely made it for her because the price of meat was expensive. The money she earned had to be left for her husband to study, so no matter how noisy her son was, she did not make it for him except during the New Year’s Festival. Later on, she never had the chance to make it for him again.
She stammered, “Qing’er, I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you well. I didn’t take good care of you…”
As she spoke, she burst into tears.
Lin Zhiqing also thought of those memories buried deep in his mind. Although he was a little poor when he was young, those were the most carefree and happy days of his life.
At that time, although his mother was wholeheartedly devoted to her husband, she was also very protective of him. Although his maternal grandparents said that they wanted to cut off all contact with their daughter, they were very good to his grandson. His mother was reluctant to give him the lean meat porridge. He could eat it every time he went to his maternal grandfather’s house.
He awkwardly wiped the tears on Granny Lin’s face. This woman had experienced so many things. She was no longer as beautiful as she was when she was young. Even the scars on her face were ugly, but she was still the mother who gave birth to him and raised him, the mother who loved him and cared for him.
Lin Zhiqing’s eyes flashed with tenderness, and he asked in a stiff voice, “Does it… hurt?”
When she heard her son’s concerned greeting, the tears in Granny Lin’s eyes burst out. She quickly shook her head and said happily, “It doesn’t hurt. Mother isn’t actually hurt that much.”
Lin Zhiqing softly nodded and said, “I want to eat porridge. Go and make it for me.”
Granny Lin quickly nodded and wiped her tears. “I’ll go now. Wait for me!”
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