Transmigrated to a Period Novel as the Genius Antagonist's Birth Mother

Chapter 3: Protect Food [Hù Shí]

护食 (hù shí) is a Chinese phrase that can be translated to "protecting food" or "food conservation." It often refers to the practice of not wasting or squandering food and being mindful of food resources. This concept promotes the importance of not being wasteful and valuing food.

The bone broth braised noodles is very hot. Chu Xia picked up a mouthful, blew on them, and before taking a bite, in her peripheral vision, she saw Cen Huai'an already gripping a big mouthful with his chopsticks, not stopping at all, as if someone were trying to snatch it away from him. He immediately shoved it in his mouth.

In an instant, Cen Huai'an's face distorted.

Chu Xia was so scared and quickly put down her chopsticks. She reached over to pinch his mouth. "You kid! Spit it out quickly. Do you want to scald yourself to death?"

But Cen Huai'an dodged Chu Xia's hand and stubbornly swallowed the mouthful of noodles, not spitting at all.

When Chu Xia looks at him like this, she doesn't know what to feel in her heart; it's both sour and painful.

She stood up and quickly brought a bowl of cold water, placing it in front of Cen Huai'an. "Rinse your mouth with cold water before eating again."

She knew that making him give up eating was impossible.

Chu Xia could sense Cen Huai'an's resistance, but he also knew that it hurt. After hesitating for a while, he picked up the bowl and rinsed his mouth with the cold water.

Not a single word was said to Chu Xia during this time.

Even though it was a small bowl of noodles, it contained a substantial amount.

However, Cen Huai'an guarded his bowl and finished it, but his eyes still eagerly looked at other people's noodles.

Before Cen Huai'an could react, Chu Xia quickly touched his stomach, and it was already bulging, indicating that he had eaten enough.

But the child was obviously famished; once he had a meal, he wanted to eat his fill, regardless of the possibility of overeating and feeling stuffed.

The bone soup braised noodles were indeed delicious; they were made from genuine lamb bone broth, fresh and fragrant. Chu Xia herself almost couldn't resist the urge to have another bowl, so it wasn't surprising that Cen Huai'an still wanted more.

"I'll bring you here again next time."

Chu Xia reaches out to pat his head, but Cen Huai'an dodges it.

She didn't mind, though.

However, after they left the state-owned restaurant, Chu Xia saw Cen Huai'an about to run away, and despite his resistance, she grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business!"

Chu Xia finally heard Cen Huai'an's voice, which was childish but somewhat hoarse, like the voice of a child with a cold.

His tone is vicious, his eyes are tinged with impatience, and he looks like he really doesn't have any feelings at all for Chu Xia as his mother.

But Chu Xia noticed him grinding his teeth and seemingly wanting to bite, but in the end he didn't open his mouth to bite.

To say he resisted, it was only a struggle with his arm; he didn't use his body to resist.

Chu Xia couldn't tell what she was feeling, except that her eyes felt a little hot.

She blinked, smiled, and pinched his cheek while saying, "I'm your mom; if I don't care about you, who cares about you?"

Cen Huai'an stared at her with wide eyes, as if she had done something heinous.