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

Chapter 13: I Heard Beef, Mutton and Fruits in the Northwest are Delicious

It's a letter from Cen Zhengnian.

When Chu Xia opened the letter, there were only seven words inside: Be well; don't miss me.

Cen Zhengnian.

That's it?

Chu Xia shakes the envelope to make sure there is only a letter inside and nothing else.

"An'an, it's a letter from your dad. Do you want to read it?"

"I don't want to."

Cen Huai'an watered his vegetables, crouched by the side of the clay pot and looking at the soil: Why haven't they grown yet?

He used to hope, back when he was starving, that his dad would show up and give him food like other people's dads, so that he wouldn't go hungry.

But his dad never showed up; he lost all expectations and even resented the dad who only existed in the letters.

Since he didn't feed him, why did he want him?

Chu Xia looks towards the inner room; the cloth curtains cut off the line of sight, but Cen Huai'an's tone was odd. What kind of kid doesn't want their dad?

But if she were Cen Huai'an, she wouldn't want him either. After all, Cen Huai'an's dad wasn't there when he was hungry, so this kind of dad was not qualified.

Chu Xia thinks that it's good for him to be an ATM and write letters devoid of genuine emotions.

I heard that Li Guang apricots from the northwest are very sweet and delicious, and the grapes from the northwest are also famously sweet, not to mention watermelons.

No, the more I think about it, the more I want to eat. Watermelon was cooling, and she and Cen Huai'an couldn't buy it until they had improved their health, or else they might get diarrhea.

Chu Xia takes out the fountain pen she specially bought for her studies, but she doesn't have special stationery, so she uses the notebook paper she used to take notes when she was studying.

Zhengnian:

I received your letter. An'an and I feel relieved knowing that you are well in the Northwest. An'an is now five years old and looks a lot like you.

She didn't know if he resembled Cen Zhengnian; the original owner's memory of him was very vague. After all, she hadn't seen him in four years, but it was always right to write like this.

He's very smart, just like you. I teach him to read and write every night; he always learns so quickly, leaving me with no sense of accomplishment. I'll send you a copy of his writing to see.

He helps me with what chores he can do now, and I've given him the vegetables I planted on the windowsill at home, and he's raising them well.

Even though the vegetables hadn't grown yet, with Cen Huai'an's dedication, it's only a matter of time before they grow; she's just saying it ahead of time, and when the letter arrives in the mail, the vegetables will surely mature by then.

It's been so many years since you left that An'an doesn't even remember you, and I'm starting to forget what you look like. I wanted An'an to see a photo of you, but I couldn't find one at home. But don't worry; I will tell him about you.

Recently, An'an and I have decided to eat more meat to improve our health. We used to be frugal with our food and clothing, but now we realize we should take better care of our health, so you can feel at ease while you're away.

Today, I'm planning to stew some crucian carp soup. Crucian carp is tender and delicate; you just need some spring onions, ginger, and salt to taste to make it incredibly delicious. Adding some wolfberries for nourishing eyesight. It's a pity you're not home to taste this delicious dish.