Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 14 - Brother Are You Concerned About Me

"Rongrong, it's all thanks to you this time. Since your father had an operation the year before last and was discharged from the hospital, he hasn't had much appetite for anything. It's rare to finish a bowl of porridge today, and then add another bowl."

After breakfast, Mother Rong came over and sat down beside Rongrong.

Previously, Mrs. Rong just felt that her younger son's temperament has not changed a lot since he was hospitalized this time.

In the past, as long as I was on vacation, I didn't even want to see people.

Either shutting himself in the lab and making perfume, or going out all night with his friends.

When I got home, I would fall asleep, or I would shut myself up in the laboratory to make fragrance. Even if they all lived in the same room, it would be difficult to see my youngest son.

Not to mention that the mother and son are sitting next to the sofa, chatting and talking.

After being discharged from the hospital this time, he stayed with her and Wei Shan at home every day, without the slightest impatience.

It's like a completely changed person.

Her fluffy has really grown up.

Rong Rong has no blood relationship with Rong's mother, but at this moment, he seems to feel the joy and relief in Rong's mother's heart.

In the last life, Rong Rong rolled up his trouser legs by himself, and in a leaky house, he used the washbasin to take out the rainwater that had reached the bottom of the bed. What he regretted most was not the life of a rich young master who lost his fine clothes and food, but In his memory, he cared too little for his parents, and he never seemed to have done anything to make them proud...

Rongrong gently held Rong's mother's hand and rubbed it against her mother's palm, "If you like it, then I'll make it for you and dad every day in the future, okay?"

Rong Zheng stood upright, watching his brother's cheek kissing his mother's cheek affectionately.

Inexplicably, I remembered the white Persian cat with snow-like hair and blue eyes that the old lady at home raised when she was alive.

Lips pursed slightly.

When he was young, Rongrong liked to entangle him the most...

I don't know when Rongrong will act like a spoiled child to her mother like she did when she was a child.

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"That's not necessary. Your hands are the hands of perfumers."

I heard that the younger son will cook for himself every day in the future, how can Rong's mother be willing.

She held Rongrong's hands and looked at them carefully. Her youngest son's hands were fair and slender.

Her fluffy hands are naturally suitable for perfumery.

Rongrong also looked at her hand carefully, and the corners of her lips curled up.

Yes, for a long time before, he never doubted that his hands were born to perfume.

In his last life, he never cooked a meal for his parents or pinned a brooch to his brother.

However, where is the hand that is naturally suitable for perfumery?

It's just that he has stolen the lives of others, and only has a life of brocade clothes and jade food.

He was later beaten back to his original shape.