Chapter 3 — I use an iron ladle to raise the power of the gods

I thrust the bowl back into his hand. The warmth from the bowl penetrated his cold fingers and went straight into his heart. He was stunned as he looked at the shiny, fragrant piece of meat in the bowl, but still did not react. I looked at his stubborn and pale face and said in a calm tone that couldn't be more calm: "Once you're full, then you'll have the strength to hate, and then you'll have the strength to continue living." Having finished speaking, I didn't look at him anymore and went back to continuing my work of sharing rice. 5. Behind me, the teenager stood silently in the wind and snow for a long time. Holding a bowl of hot rice, his body trembled slightly. 【… Host.】 The system was silent for a long time, seemingly processing what had just happened. 【Your logical behavior is completely inconsistent with the module "Love Strategy" in the database.】 I fed the soldier food and replied to him in my head: "Are you in love?" 【… This system aims to help the host achieve the most optimal outcome.】

“In ancient times, there was a system of monogamy and multiple wives, but filial piety always came first.” I sneered, scooping up the last bit of soup for a skinny new recruit. "Being his wife, in the future he can have three wives and four concubines, I will have to fight to the death with a house full of women." "When beauty fades, love also fades. When I'm old and ugly, there will be a beautiful young woman by his side." “But being an old lady is different.” "In this world, is there any successful son who would dare to treat the only 'mother' who gave him warmth when he was at his lowest?" "Being a wife is not as solid as being an old lady."

The system is completely "clinically dead". 6. From that day on, Tieu Triet did not proactively look for me anymore. He was like a wounded lone wolf, quietly licking his own wounds. Use your coldness and distance to build a high wall, refusing anyone who comes close. But I don't care. Raising a son requires patience. Especially raising this type of boy who has high self-esteem to the point of perversion and twisted personality. Work in the kitchen is very difficult. It's not yet dawn before we have to get up to light a fire, knead dough, and wash vegetables. Although the original owner's body had great strength, it was also easily tired and hungry. Every day we eat to fill our stomachs. By the way, I took advantage of my position and hid some "good stuff". For example, when stewing food, secretly hide the best piece of meat. When steaming dumplings, keep the softest one. Then, put these "good things" into Tieu Triet's hands. Sometimes it was late at night, and he was forced to starve and had to stand outside in the snow. I will carry a flickering oil lamp, carry a bowl of hot noodles and gravy, and give it to him without saying a word. Then turned around and walked straight, not giving him a chance to refuse. Sometimes when he was injured during training, he hid alone in a hidden corner of the camp. I will throw him the healing medicine and clean cloth bandage, and leave a stiff sentence: "If you don't want to be disabled, apply it yourself." My appearance is always very sudden, my concern is not at all gentle. No thoughtful questions, no earnest tenderness, only the most practical food and medicine. I am like a silent but domineering caretaker. Stubbornly stuffing every bit of warmth into his world so he can continue to survive. At first, he was very resistant. The bowl of noodles I give him, he will leave it in the same place without moving his chopsticks. The medicine I threw him, he would rather grit his teeth and endure it than refuse to take it. Until one time, he had a high fever. In that cold winter, a cold wind was enough to take a person's life. He was thrown into the corner of the house like trash by the people in his camp, no one even looked at him. 7. After receiving the news, I immediately rushed forward. He was so feverish that his face turned red, his lips were chapped, and he fell into a semi-comatose state. 【Host, he's about to fail!】 The rare system issued an anxious warning. Without saying a word, I directly carried him from the cold pile of dry grass onto my shoulders. With a weight of more than two hundred pounds, carrying a skinny teenager on your body really takes no effort at all. Under the stunned eyes of the surrounding soldiers, I carried him straight to my residence. It is a small, narrow but quite warm firewood room located right next to the kitchen. I placed him on my bed lined with thick dry grass and used a towel soaked in cold water to apply to reduce his fever. Then he pried open his mouth and poured in the bitter decoction ladle by ladle. He struggled and resisted unconsciously. I only needed one hand to press down on his shoulder, the strength was so great that he couldn't move.

“If you want to die, go out there and die, don't die in my place, it's very unlucky.” I got close to his ear and scolded him harshly.