Chapter 59

Fang Yan didn't show much miss in front of her mother.

Since he was picked up and has a new family, he has never seen flower mother again.

He didn't dare to mention it. He still remembered the day when his mother came to the door. Not only did mother cry, but also flower mother. Although he didn't know anything, he couldn't understand it inexplicably. If he mentioned the flower mother again, he might make her sad.

For mother, flower mother is a big villain who has taken him away. Mother doesn't like flower mother.

If he said he wanted to go back, he would make his parents sad, his brothers sad and his grandparents sad.

But he really wanted to.

Although he tried to restrain his feelings, he was still young, but he still couldn't stop missing. He also revealed some points on his face.

Fang's mother watched her little son's movements all the time. As soon as she saw the change of his expression, she immediately raised her eyebrows.

She deliberately as not found, and continue to take her little son in the farm stroll up.

From the last time Fang inkstone came, there was a fish pond here. What Fang's mother said he had never seen anything new was just this fish pond.

Fang's mother came up with the fish pond. Her youngest son had mentioned to him that he wanted to raise fish. But in the end, Fang Yan didn't implement it, and there was no fish in the space. Fang's mother was thinking about this matter. Seeing that there was a space in the farm, she simply dug a fish pond, put fish fry in it and began to raise fish.

Fang Yan went to the edge of the fish pond and opened his mouth in surprise.

"This This is... "

"Mom guess, you should want it, so you asked someone to dig it." Fang's mother gently said, "when the fry here grow up, they become fat fish, and you can eat inkstones."

Fang Yan's saliva suddenly overflowed.

After returning to Fang's house, he also ate all kinds of fish. The uncle in the kitchen is very good at cooking. Every time, he can make delicious food. He can also do a variety of practices, especially fish soup. He can drink several bowls every time!

At the thought of the delicious taste of fish soup, Fang Yan's eyes to the fish pond became salivating.

Fang's mother was amused. She couldn't help rubbing his hair: "even if inkstones look like this now, these fish won't grow up. When they grow up, there will be some inkstones."

The fry in the fish pond has just been put down and has not yet grown up. It is only the size of a finger. It will take a long time to grow to the point that it can be served on the table.

If only it could be a little bigger.

When they were still in the small mountain village, there was a small river near their village. The river was clear to the bottom, and there were many small fish in it. When it comes to fish season, it's time for every family to add food.

Fang Yan often fished fish in the river where other friends went. He was younger than others. He was older, stronger and more experienced. He could catch only a few small fish at a time. In fact, most of the fish had been caught by the villagers before they grew up. It would be regarded as a big fish if he could catch a big fish one day Lucky.

Just a few small fish, he took home, flower mother reluctant to put fried, will let him buy a piece of tofu, do fish pond for him to drink. Remove the scales, remove the viscera, a small fish will not have much meat left, so every time the mother Hua will fish soup for a long time, boiled until the fish are in the soup, and then the pot.

In this way, drinking a big mouthful of soup is as satisfying as eating a mouthful of fish. Take a bite of tofu, which is full of soup, is also delicious.

Fang Yan thinks of the fish soup made by her mother again.

In fact, in the barren mountain village, fish soup with simple ingredients is not as delicious as those professional chefs, but Fang inkstone just likes it.

If only he could drink it again.

Thinking like this, he sighed again, and quickly reacted, and quickly changed his expression.

Fang's mother looked in her eyes. She turned her head awkwardly. She pretended to be relaxed and joked, "do you want to eat fish so soon? It doesn't matter. Although it will take some time for the fish in the fish pond to grow up, we can buy a big fish outside and let the chef prepare the fish soup for you She knew her little son liked fish soup very much.

Fang Yan happily answered and was soon distracted.

He thought, if only the fish in the pond could grow faster

…… Eh?

A small light bulb appeared near his head.

There is a spiritual spring in his space, which can make these fish grow faster!

He immediately laughed and narrowed his eyes. He broke away from Fang's mother's hand and fell down on the edge of the fish pond. Then he put his hand into the fish pond.

"Inkstone!" Mother Fang called out to him in a panic and reached out to help him up.

Fang Yan also did not resist, just when he put his hand into the fish pond, a few drops of Lingquan flowed out from his fingertips and flowed into the water and integrated into the whole fish pond. When he was pulled up by Fang's mother, his hand left the water. Only the small fish in a hurry lingered in the fish pond, and then quickly dispersed.Mother Fang's face turned pale, and she grasped his hand in panic: "inkstone, you can't do this kind of dangerous thing in the future."

The fish pond is deeper than the child's height, and there is no protection around. Her little son suddenly falls down. In a flash, she thinks of the picture of the inkstone falling into the fish pond carelessly. The whole person is shocked.

She grabbed her little son in a panic: "Mom will be scared..."

She had lost her youngest son once, but she could not afford to lose her younger son again.

Fang Yan also obediently grasped her hand, pressed her tightly, and said softly, "OK, mom, I'll pay attention later."

Mother Fang's face slowed down.

She did not care to continue to introduce, and quickly pulled Fang Yan out of the scope of the fish pond, until even the shadow of the fish pond could not be seen, which was a long sigh of relief.

Next, she also did not have the mind to continue to introduce, quickly pulled her little son to leave the farm, got on the car, and gradually drove away from the land, and her tight body gradually relaxed.

During this period, Fang Yan has been holding her hand obediently and has not let go.

After waiting for Fang's mother to slow down, she felt a little guilty in her heart. She came out with her inkstone in order to relax her mood and relieve her troubles. However, she failed to realize that the trip to the vegetable and fruit garden would be ruined in the middle of the trip because of her.

Fang's mother thought about it and gave the driver another address.

"Mom will take you to another place," she said

"Another place?"

"Yes, I will be very happy when I go there." Fang Mu is determined by the tunnel.

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