, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Mrs. Sun watched Yang Ruoqing put the bowl in her hand on her lap, then freed her hand to take the other empty bowl next to her, and then pulled out nearly half of the bowl from her large, pointed bowl. The food was put into another bowl, raised in front of Mrs. Sun, and she winked: "Mom, you eat too."
"What?" Mrs. Sun looked at the food in front of her and was startled for a moment, her eyes suddenly turned red. "My mother is not hungry. She ate it when she was in the kitchen. This is specially reserved for you! You can take advantage of it." Eat it hot and quickly!”
They say that a daughter is a mother's little cotton-padded jacket. This is true. My daughter has just woken up and knows how to take care of herself.
"Mom won't eat, and Qing'er won't eat either. Qing'er wants mother to eat with her." Yang Ruoqing deliberately lowered her face, following the behavior of the stupid host in the past, flattening her mouth, as if Sun didn't want to eat, she would The formation of starvation.
"Mom has really eaten..." Mrs. Sun looked helpless, but felt warm in her heart.
Yang Ruoqing ignored this.
She was stupid before and didn't understand many things. Lao Yang's family was not divided into separate families. A dozen or so people in the family all ate in one big pot, and the Tan family was the head of the household.
With Mrs. Tan's previous attitude towards me, how could he tolerate Mrs. Sun bringing a bowl full of food to this room? You don't need to think about it to know that Mrs. Sun must have saved her own share and used it all to supplement her daughter's mouth.
"Qing'er, your filial mother is watching, but she has really eaten it, I won't lie to you."
"..."
"Okay, mother, let's eat. Isn't it okay to eat?" Mrs. Sun finally compromised, sighed softly, and picked up the bowl in front of her.
Only then did Yang Ruoqing smile. She picked up the bamboo chopsticks in her hand and used a clever force on her finger joints. "Click!" With a crisp sound, one pair of chopsticks was broken into two pairs.
Yang Ruoqing handed one pair to Sun, who was a little stunned in front of her, and smiled: "Eat it, it will be really cold if you don't eat it."
Mrs. Sun took the chopsticks in her hand, looked at the mark on the broken port, and secretly clicked her tongue.
These chopsticks were difficult for even an adult to break in one go. My daughter had been burning all night, but she still had such strength. Why hadn't she noticed it before?
"By the way, Qing'er wants to ask Mom for something."
After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, Yang Ruoqing seemed to suddenly think of something, swallowed hard, and raised her head to look at Sun.
Mrs. Sun also lowered her hand holding the chopsticks, glanced at Yang Ruoqing, and said in a funny way: "You silly kid, do you need to beg to talk to your own mother? Tell me, what's the matter?"
Yang Ruoqing thought about it for a while, then glanced at the door of the wing over there, and then said to Mrs. Sun with a serious face: "I'm awake, don't go out and talk about it now, except for my father, don't mention it to anyone else for now." !”
"Why?" Ms. Sun looked puzzled, "This is a good thing..."
Thinking of how many years ago my daughter was always the butt of jokes when she walked in the village. Everyone made fun of her, and even children younger than her dared to bully her.
As a mother, she felt pain in her heart, but she was powerless. She had to work in the fields, take care of the family's meals, and there were two little ones at her side, so it was difficult to take care of this little girl.
Now that my daughter is awake, it’s time to feel proud and proud. Why should she hide it? Mr. Sun can’t figure it out!
"Mom, I had a dream when I was in a daze. In the dream, a person who looked like a Bodhisattva told me that my soul had just returned to its place and was not very safe. Too many people knew about it. I was shocked and unsteady again!”
Yang Ruoqing knew that people in this era believed in gods, so she just rolled her eyes and casually came up with a lie.
As for why he had to hide it from the big guys first, Yang Ruoqing naturally had her own plans.
When Mrs. Sun heard Yang Ruoqing's words, there was a hint of panic in her eyes. She thought of the words of the goddess in the next village, who seemed to have said the same thing, saying that her daughter had lost her soul!
The Bodhisattva in the girl's dream must be the one who sends her soul back to its rightful place, right? Thinking of this, Mrs. Sun quickly put down the bowl in her hand, put her hands together, and bowed several times towards a corner of the room, with a pious look on her face.
There were words in his mouth, and he seemed to be saying something similar to thanking the gods.
Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes and snickered secretly. Xindao, this cheap girl is really an honest person who is easy to deceive!
Here, Mrs. Sun thanked the Bodhisattva from the bottom of her heart, and her nervous eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing again, "Qing'er, don't worry, if you don't tell me, you won't tell anyone. When did the Bodhisattva entrust you with a dream, let me tell you, mother!" As long as you do well it will be fine!"
"Well, eat, eat!"
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"After you finish eating later, Mom will go to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. The sun is warm at noon. Later, Mom will help you go to the yard to bask in the sun and get rid of the bad luck on your body." Mrs. Sun put the beans in the bowl into a bowl. He picked them out one by one and put them into Yang Ruoqing's bowl while discussing with her.
"Yeah, okay."
She had been lying in this damp and dark room for most of the day since time travel, and she felt like she was about to get moldy.
It's a good idea to go for a walk in the yard to relax your muscles and get familiar with the environment.
Sun's side had just moved her chopsticks, but Yang Ruoqing was already pulling her chopsticks to the bottom. After swallowing the last mouthful of rice, she realized that the portion she couldn't eat in a day before now felt like it was just a meal!
The host's appetite is really good, so scary!
"Are you not full? Mom still has some here, I'll give them to you!" Mrs. Sun glanced at Yang Ruoqing's bowl and smiled. She knew her daughter, Mo Ruomu, what kind of belly her daughter had, how could she, a mother, not know?
Sun raised her hand to put her portion into Yang Ruoqing's bowl.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head hurriedly, and the fat on her cheeks swayed: "Mom, I'm full. If I eat more, my belly will burst!"
She subconsciously put her hand on her belly and squeezed it casually. Damn, this swimming ring is scary!
In such a poor family, how did the original host treat himself like this?
It's so cruel for a girl to spoil her appearance like this!
Changing your body shape is urgent!
After the mother and daughter had lunch, Mrs. Sun took the small stool that was lame on one leg in the house to the yard. The lame part was supported with adobe bricks, and then she put a piece of her own on top of the stool. Old clothes.
Then he returned to the house and helped Yang Ruoqing, who had already put on her coat and shoes, to the door.
It is a simple farmhouse courtyard with wing rooms on the east and west sides, three of them side by side. The upper room is the kitchen and dining hall. The walls are all made of yellow mud. There are wooden stakes on the walls, and some yellow straw hats and baskets and sieves made of bamboo strips are hung.
An old locust tree with a crooked neck was planted in the yard. Looking at the yellowing leaves of the locust tree, Yang Ruoqing estimated that it was past the beginning of autumn, around September in the old calendar.
