Only from time to time can the sound of wind chimes be heard.
Song Lingdang was stunned for a moment when she saw Qiao Anle hurriedly opening the door and coming in.
Then.
She gave a timid, haggard smile.
Song Lingdang has an immense fondness for Qiao Anle, who can be considered her "savior".
Qiao Anle breathed a sigh of relief at this time.
Before she pushed the door open and came in, she was even worried that Song Lingdang would become distracted again and pick up that scary piece of wood again.
Very good……
Song Lingdang was still awake.
"Lingling, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? I cooked some porridge and kept it warm in the pot. I'm waiting for you to wake up so you can have a hot bite anytime. How about it, do you want to eat?"
Qiao Anle subconsciously lowered her voice and asked softly in the gentlest tone.
Even her expression was gentle, as if water could drip out of it.
Qiao Anle and Song Lingdang are obviously of the same age.
But somehow, a maternal instinct emanated from Qiao Anle's heart, making him want to do his best to protect this fragile girl.
Song Lingdang's eyes lit up little by little as Qiao Anle spoke gently.
She nodded. "I want to eat, thank you."
"Why are you being so polite to me? We are friends."
Qiao Anle replied with a smile.
Say this.
She walked to Song Lingdang, gently held her hand, and the two of them walked out of the hut together.
Outside the house, in the yard.
There are three kids playing with rabbits.
They touched the furry little rabbit with their little hands, their cheeks flushed and their eyes squinted with smiles.
Not far from the three cubs was a chicken coop surrounded by a fence.
There are five or six big hens and a dozen fluffy chicks, and there are always chirping sounds in the chicken coop.
The sun sets.
The dim and warm sunlight shines into this ordinary courtyard.
The laughter of children and the crowing of hens blend together.
It has become a part of this cozy courtyard.
When Qiao Anle went into the small kitchen to get the rice porridge, Song Lingdang was sitting on a small stool, watching the scene in the yard.
Her pale face finally showed some warm color under the afterglow of the setting sun.
His eyes gazed silently and lovingly.
"The porridge is here, the porridge is here!"
Qiao Anle brought out a small bowl of hot rice porridge.
Place it on the small dining table and open the lid.
A wisp of hot air and the aroma of rice porridge emanated.
This is not ordinary rice porridge. Qiao Anle uses the most precious millet.
The rice porridge has a golden color, a sticky texture, and a layer of shiny light on top, which makes people's appetites grow at the first sight.
The aroma of rice porridge immediately attracted Sanzai's attention.
He tilted his head to look over, and when he saw the bowl of golden millet porridge, his eyes suddenly became bright.
Like a little wolf, he couldn't wait to pounce on him.
The second cub reached out and patted the third cub on the head.
He warned, "Third son, don't look at it. That's not for you to eat. Aunt Song is not in good health, and mother made that specially for her."
"Sanzai knows! I didn't say I wanted to eat it, I just couldn't help but take one more look."
The third child pouted his lips in grievance and silently withdrew his eyes.
Although he is greedy, he has grown a lot after the dried chili pepper incident and has become more sensible.
I can no longer eat the fragrant millet porridge.
I can only try my best to hold the little rabbit in my arms.
Sanzai muttered to himself.
"Dear little rabbit, you have to grow up quickly! Then the three cubs can eat delicious rabbit meat."
Little Rabbit: Then I’d better not grow up!
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The other side.
On the small dining table.
Song Lingdang's eyes turned red from the heat of the millet porridge, and her face also felt warm.
Smells so good.
Ever since he left his parents, not to mention millet porridge, there is no one to even cook him a hot meal.
Lu Jianmin is a typical traditional man who thinks it is the job of women to cook, wash clothes and do housework.
Even after Song Lingdang became pregnant, all the housework in their home was done by Song Lingdang alone.
Later...
She had to stay in bed to protect the fetus.
Although Lu Jianmin seemed to care about Song Lingdang, he actually never cooked a hot meal. He just used the steamed buns distributed by the production team to fill Song Lingdang's stomach.
Under such conditions.
Song Lingdang really relied on her inner obsession and persistence to keep the baby in her belly.
What happened next...
Song Lingdang herself didn't want to recall it anymore.
Her eyes were slightly red as she picked up the small spoon beside her.
I took a light bite and it tasted like fragrant millet porridge.
When I put it on the tip of my tongue, I tasted a slightly sweet taste.
Song Lingdang paused for a moment.
"It's brown sugar." Qiao Anle said with a smile, "I thought you probably like sweet food, so when I cooked the millet porridge, I added a little brown sugar. How is it? Does it taste okay?"
"It's delicious, very delicious. When I was little, if I was sick or had a stomachache, I would pretend to be very uncomfortable. Whenever I did that, my mother would give me brown sugar water or a bowl of sweet porridge."
When I talk about my childhood now, it seems like a lifetime ago.
But this time.
Song Lingdang no longer felt sad. Instead, she tasted a little sweetness in these memories.
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