Quick Transmigration: Always Just a Passerby

Chapter 232 Modern Migratory Birds 5

Tang Liping spoke well of Master Xiao Yi.

Master Yi only calmed down a bit before Tang Wen was born.

Just like in his previous life, Jiang Baiyan was courting death, wandering along the road to the orange orchard.

There's a mole who gave us information.

Tang Wen's mother arrived as scheduled.

After giving birth to Jiang Baiyan's child, she quickly absconded with the cash from the house, and it seemed she was heading out of the Xia Kingdom.

Is it too much to ask for money to give the Jiang family's eldest grandson?

We're all family, so what's wrong with her taking some of the Jiang family's money and spending it?

The source of the money is questionable.

Jiang Baiyan couldn't call the police and could only suffer in silence.

The joy of having a son was shattered. She spent money on a paternity test, only to find out, to her dismay, that it was her own child.

Registering the household? I forgot.

If he sees that no one is kind enough to have a son, he can deliver the goods to their door nationwide.

Tang Liping couldn't understand how Tang Wen's mother could be so dedicated, running away without even taking a proper postpartum confinement period.

Is someone overseas waiting for her?

It turns out that her first love was being controlled in the land of kidneys, and she needed to trick three pigs into giving her in exchange, and she also needed a sum of money.

Tang Wen's mother did all the chores for her first love's family all by herself.

In the field of home delivery.

Tang Wen's mother and Jiang Baiyan are now invincible.

Tang Liping was too lazy to wait until his son was three years old. He made his move when his son was one year old, setting fire to both the Jiang family and his first love's side.

In a social sense, it means to light a fire.

So, after finally establishing herself in Yuncheng, Sister Tang went through the whole story on the phone, went back to her hometown, and brought back a child.

We are both people who have fallen on hard times in Yuncheng.

Xiao Wang organized the event, Xiao Xue responded, and Xiao Liu mobilized everyone to throw a welcome banquet for the child, Tang Wen.

It's basically a gathering of the "lying down" army.

However, none of the hot pot and barbecue dishes prepared on the table were edible for Tang Wen.

Fortunately, there were three super moms.

Three meals for children were prepared for Tang Wen, enough to last him a whole day.

One-year-old, skinny Tang Wen sat in a high chair eating rice with his hands, while three older children next to him "criticized" him. On TV, Little Bao and Mary were playing on repeat.

"Yangyang, look how small he is, he can't be our classmate."

"Should we repeat a year and wait for him?"

"Xiao Chuan, it seems your mom heard you."

Xiao Chuan, who longed to repeat a grade, covered his mouth with his left hand and his buttocks with his right, then looked up.

I noticed that my mother chews very forcefully.

It looks like they're eating a child.

Xiao Chuan's mother only gave him a look, letting him figure it out himself, before turning away to chat with someone else.

The dinner party lasted until dark.

Everyone should share any leftover fruit, drinks, and vegetables and pack them up to take home.

Yes, there's no alcohol.

Drinking is out of the question. Everyone cherishes this peaceful and stable life and hopes to experience it soberly every day.

Tang Liping finished tidying up the living room and returned to the kitchen.

I found a few young people polishing her old kitchen until it was shiny.

They are all good children.

Tang Wenzai in the baby walker is also a good child.

The banyan sapling swayed its head in the flowerpot, stretching out its branches, some solid and some ethereal, which danced haphazardly around the baby.

Tongzi watched it and then read the lines aloud using a voice broadcaster.

"Great Banyan Tree *Izofan* Little Tree~ Please listen to my voice..."

Tang Liping was filled with Buddhist chants and felt like he was about to be elevated.

I couldn't help but ask Tongzi, who recorded this Buddhist chant?

"Of course it's the host of Little Universe on the forum! Only a real person's voice has emotion, and the other party is a true Buddhist cultivator. Besides, using a synthesized voice would be too unnatural~"

"Heh, you really have some ideas, no wonder you're a seasoned strategist..."

Tang Li remained expressionless, but Tongzi couldn't resist showing off, playing various voice recordings he had collected, including those of imperial concubines, lucky babies, arrogant dragons, villainous young ladies, and playboys from the capital...

Tang Wen was overjoyed to hear this.

Clap your little hands, drool drips down your saliva, and turn your head to find the source of the sound.

...

The next few years.

Tang Liping and Tang Wen did a live stream at home.

Hahahaha, a 40-year-old young grandmother is lying down in the north, raising her child alone.

This is a perfect opportunity to showcase my culinary skills, which I've accumulated over who knows how many centuries.

It teaches working people who need to cook for themselves how to choose vegetables, cook quickly, make nourishing soups, and evaluate kitchen appliances and seasonings.

After a long period of live streaming.

Tang Wen was also fed until he became a chubby little boy.

Later, as more people set up stalls, some people, with a try-it-out mentality, privately messaged the kind-hearted Sister Tang for advice.

Tang Liping's public persona remains intact.

During the live stream, she followed online recipes and tried out all the fried rice, fried noodles, spicy hot pot, oden, rock sugar fruit, lemon tea, orange juice, and other street food.

Tang Wen was already exercising at home, swinging his little hands.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to go out looking like a ball.

Classmates often ask him how many bowls of rice he eats at home. Of course, it's one bowl!

However, spicy hot pot and similar dishes are not included.

Oh no, I'm so hungry! Xiao Tang almost cried.

Grandma said he'll grow taller when he gets older, is that true? He really can't control his mouth anymore. And he can't hold his belly down either.

Tang Liping was speechless at his lack of health awareness.

I had no choice but to take Xiao Tangwen to the pediatrics department.

After the examination, the white-haired doctor on duty said it was nothing to worry about, and only then did she agree to stop "dieting".

I only ask my grandma to make healthy, green meals after I get home.

She even looked conflicted and said she hoped her grandma's cooking would be a little unpalatable, otherwise she would worry about it every day.

Tongzi deeply suspects that this time they should hire a chef.

After all, this child really loves to eat.

In the previous life, the original owner was busy with work and at most left a little bit for others at the stall, which is why this flesh did not grow.

...

Tang Wen's worries were minor.

The Jiang family back home, however, were greatly troubled.

The most healthy one in the family went to the orange orchard, and I heard he won't be out for at least twenty years. The only thing to be happy about is that the little brat got kicked out.

He was able to throw it off because his mother was truly insane.

Jiang Tianyou felt that he would jump into the river sooner or later.

He really couldn't handle the destructive power of his crazy mother.

When they were sent to the mental hospital, everyone said they weren't crazy, just under a lot of mental stress. In reality, they had heard about what they had done at the previous hospital and were afraid to admit them.

Jiang Tianyou felt that things were too difficult for him.

Why is life so painful?

"Tianyou, my dear son, open your mouth!"

Jiang Tianyou was tied to a chair. The madwoman used a spoon to pry open his mouth and poured down a basin of her own foot-washing water.

No, I can't think about it anymore.

Thinking about it any further makes me want to vomit; I don't know what good things his mother might come up with.

Could it be that the Chiang family really has a hereditary mental illness?

Why does her mother, even after going mad, still remember to soak her feet?

I wonder if that little brat will get sick. He'll give Tang Liping a good beating.

He swallowed the foot bath water while dreaming sweet dreams.

Jiang Tianyou moved his facial muscles, his teeth aching from being pried open, and he felt that a few more teeth had loosened.

When he looked up again, he found the madwoman staring straight at him.

I feel like crying my eyes out.

But my hands are tied and I can't hold on, so how come I can't die? And why can't my crazy mother die either?

Why is it so hard for members of the Chiang family to die?

Jiang Baiyan also expressed similar sentiments, saying that he made a living by speaking for the government and worked as a sewing machine.