Chapter 3: Both her parents are dead, who will write to her?

Shi Xiaoai finally reacted.

She quickly restrained her expression and said, "It's okay."

Then he grabbed the steamed bread and put it on the table, then stood up and said, "Don't eat it yet. I'll go see if there's anything else."

Then he walked out the door.

The kitchen was near the door. As soon as Shi Xiaoai walked in, she could no longer hide the disappointment in her eyes.

The room was very small, and apart from a stove and a small bench under the bellows, there was almost no space to stand.

Shi Xiaoai didn't even see the standard kitchen features in period dramas - large vats for storing grain or water.

"Where is all the food in this house?" she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Then his eyes fell on a row of nails on the wall opposite the stove.

There were several coarse cloth bags hanging on the nail, as well as a bunch of garlic and a small bunch of dried chili peppers.

Shi Xiaoai opened the bag and took a look. Sure enough, there were two bags of coarse grains, one yellow and one gray flour. She had no idea what they were made of.

Soon her attention was drawn to another bag, because she found that there were more than a dozen eggs in that bag!

Shi Xiaoai was delighted. This feeling was even happier than receiving dividends from the company at the end of the year.

Without thinking, she took out three eggs from the bag, but when she saw the empty bowl of oil on the stove and the only seasoning, coarse salt, her joy disappeared in an instant.

"Mom, what are you going to do?"

"Mom, why are you taking our eggs? They're for cloth!"

Just when Shi Xiaoai was looking at the stove at a loss, the two kids came running over together.

Seeing the egg in her hand, Mingxi forgot that he was behaving like a nobody at the moment. He ran over to grab it, but Shi Xiaoai dodged it with her quick eyes and hands.

"It's the New Year, and we should improve our lives. Xiao Rui, go and help me light a fire."

Shi Xiaoai now understood that her adopted daughter was a domineering person, so she simply stopped talking to her and turned to instruct her son.

Mingxi was conflicted when he heard that his mother wanted to fry eggs for them.

She stared at the three eggs, but finally did not move forward.

Looking at the little girl's big eyes with clear black and white, Shi Xiaoai's heart couldn't help but soften.

She sighed silently, cracked the eggs into a large bowl, poured in an equal amount of warm water, added a little salt and began to stir.

The little bit of oil at the bottom of the bowl was not enough to fry the eggs, and making steamed eggs would waste firewood and take too long, so she could only make do with some scrambled eggs.

Xiao Ai used to make these scrambled eggs often, but that was because she was exercising and needed to control calories.

At that time, she would never have thought that one day she would have to choose this cooking method because of lack of oil.

The chickens at this time are not fed with artificial feed, and the eggs are small but very fragrant.

Even without adding oil, even if it is served in a coarse porcelain bowl, the aroma still makes people salivate.

With this bowl of scrambled eggs, the multi-grain pancake seems no longer so difficult to swallow.

Although this body was very hungry, Xiao Ai really couldn't swallow it after eating half of the pancake.

Seeing the two children eating happily, she divided the remaining eggs and pancakes between them, and took the black dough with boiled water, tore off a piece and put it in her mouth.

"vomit."

The bitter and sour taste almost made her vomit.

"Mom." Mingrui put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at her worriedly.

"It's okay, I just got stuck." Shi Xiaoai quickly pretended to chew a few times, and then quietly spit out the contents in her mouth while the child wasn't paying attention.

But the little bit left in her mouth still made her throat feel a burning pain as she swallowed unconsciously, as if her throat was cut by something.

Tears almost fell.

Although the tears did not fall, Shi Xiaoai was already crying in her heart——

She couldn't stand this kind of life for just half a day. How would she endure it in the future?

When Shi Xiaoai thought that she could never go back and had to live here, her heart was filled with despair.

Seeing that his mother was in a bad mood, Mingrui thought it was because of what happened before. He clenched his fists angrily, then put the bowls into the kitchen without saying a word, and wiped the table clean with a rag without asking Shi Xiaoai for help at all.

Just as Xiao Ai was sighing at her son's thoughtfulness, there was a knock on the door, and then someone shouted loudly outside: "Mingrui, open the door! Is your mother home?"

Shi Xiaoai quickly stood up and walked towards the door.

When she walked out of the door, Mingrui had already opened the courtyard gate, and an old man with white hair who looked to be in his sixties or seventies walked in from outside.

The old man was wearing a blue cloth jacket that was washed to a pale color. It looked very old but had four pockets. It was obvious that he was a village cadre.

Seeing the old man, Mingrui greeted him politely: "Grandpa Village Chief, please come in and talk. I'll pour you some water."

As he said that, he ran back to the kitchen.

"No, I'm not thirsty." It was obvious that the old man really liked Mingrui. He looked at his back and smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"Village chief, please come in and sit down." Shi Xiaoai would definitely not retreat at this moment. She quickly walked forward and greeted him.

The old man looked her up and down carefully, as if he had just seen her, with a very complicated look in his eyes.

Shi Xiaoai felt a little uneasy when he looked at her. She couldn't help but touch her face with her hands, forced a smile, and asked with a stiff upper lip, "Uncle, why are you looking at me like that? What's going on?"

The village chief nodded, pulled out an envelope from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "I have a registered letter for you that has been sent to the brigade. Daming happened to be back in the village today, so I brought it back to you."

letter?

Shi Xiaoai didn't see this detail in the plot summary and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

If she was not mistaken, the original owner's parents had passed away and she had no relatives in the city, otherwise she would not have missed the last bus and had not returned to the city until 1980.

Who would write to her?

Shi Xiaoai glanced at the village chief and saw that he had no intention of leaving, so she could only tear open the envelope in front of him.