Huo Wentai acted as if he couldn't hear anything and just kept stuffing food into his mouth.

There was no more room in his mouth, but he kept pushing it in.

Huo Wenbo immediately stepped forward to stop him. If Huo Wentai continued to eat like that, he would definitely choke to death.

Su Miaomiao was one step faster than him. She stepped forward and struck Huo Wentai on the back of the neck with her palm, and Huo Wentai's body immediately went limp.

Huo Wenbo immediately supported him.

"He is too emotional right now. He won't listen to you. You have to knock him out first, otherwise he will choke to death." Su Miaomiao explained.

"I know." Huo Wenbo was planning to do the same just now.

"Wenbo..." Huo Jianye was a little older than Huo Wentai and could still control his emotions, but his eyes were fixed on the steamed bread and pancakes in Huo Wenbo's hands.

Su Miaomiao took all the things.

"Uncle, you haven't eaten for a long time. These steamed buns and pancakes are too cold and hard. Eating them will make you uncomfortable. Do you have a pot here? I can cook for you," Su Miaomiao asked.

"There's a broken pot over there." Huo Jianye swallowed hard and pointed to the corner of the thatched hut.

Su Miaomiao stood up and walked over, digging out a half-broken pot from a pile of weeds.

But there is no choice now, so I can only make do with it.

"Is there any water?" Su Miaomiao asked again.

"There's snow water in the tank outside."

Su Miaomiao took the half-broken pot out of the thatched hut and found a broken jar in the yard with half a jar of water in it.

Su Miaomiao simply cleaned the pot with water, found two stones and put them together, placed the pot at an angle, scooped a little water and started to boil.

Su Miaomiao originally wanted to break the steamed bread into pieces and cook it into porridge, but she was afraid that the aroma of the porridge would attract the attention of other villagers.

After all, Huo Jianye and his family didn't live far away from the village like they did. They lived right in the middle of the village.

When she entered the village, she had already seen the villagers who looked like zombies. If they smelled the fragrance, they would rush over to grab the food.

In the end, Su Miaomiao just boiled some water and brought it into the house.

He closed the door of the thatched hut, squatted in the corner, broke the steamed bread into pieces bit by bit and put it into the boiling water.

There were no chopsticks at home, so Su Miaomiao could only pick up two clean wooden sticks, peel off the bark and use them as chopsticks to stir the food carefully.

After making sure that the steamed buns were all cracked, he passed them to Huo Jianye.

"Uncle, you guys just eat a little first. Don't eat too much at one time. Eat small meals frequently." Su Miaomiao reminded.

Huo Jianye nodded repeatedly, looking at the fragrant steamed bread porridge in the pot, his mouth drooling wildly.

But he clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to swallow the whole porridge, and used chopsticks to pick up a little and feed it to Lin Meixiu.

"Meixiu, eat something. Third brother has brought us food." Huo Jianye whispered in Lin Meixiu's ear.

Perhaps she smelled the aroma of food, Lin Meixiu opened her mouth subconsciously.

Huo Jianye was delighted and quickly fed her some more porridge.

Lin Meixiu ate faster and faster, and Huo Jianye was unable to feed her with chopsticks, and his hands were shaking with anxiety.

"Uncle, let me do it." Su Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward and said something.

"...Then I'll trouble you." Huo Jianye was too hungry and had no strength to eat, so he had to hand the pot to Su Miaomiao.

Su Miaomiao did not take the pot immediately. Instead, she first helped Lin Meixiu's head to her lap, and then used chopsticks to pick up the soaked steamed bread and feed it into her mouth bit by bit.