Chapter 90 A Bowl of Egg Noodles
"Let's eat."
Zhong Qiao pretended to be relaxed and patted Zhong Siqi's shoulder, then her eyes inadvertently glanced at the crack in the door with a complicated expression, but only for a moment, she repeatedly warned herself not to be as soft-hearted as she was in her previous life.
The two returned to the dining table, and before Zhong Qiao even sat down, a bowl of crystal clear white rice was pushed in front of him.
During her confinement period, she really lived up to the saying that everything is provided for you.
Zhong's mother didn't even let her serve herself rice. She always filled her bowl full. Sometimes she couldn't finish it, so Zhong's mother would take care of it. She was spoiling her to the extreme.
"Come on, Qiao Qiao. Eat these while they're hot, ham and rapeseed, steamed pork with rice flour." Mother Zhong piled food into Zhong Qiao's bowl. "These are all my new inventions."
"Okay." Zhong Qiao smiled.
Mother Zhong seemed particularly keen on cooking for her and was always trying to find new ways to cook. However, she happened to be very talented in cooking and could perfectly replicate many dishes after Mrs. Qian taught her once.
During this time at home, Zhong Qiao has gained eight kilograms, and her originally thin waist has now developed a layer of fat.
Zhong Siqi worked hard to eat, and was used to it. "After you finish eating, sister, there is still a soup. I will bring it to your room later."
Zhong Qiao nodded, absentmindedly picked up a piece of beautiful steamed pork with chopsticks, and stuffed it into his mouth, but it tasted bland.
"It's snowing again." Zhong Siqi cried in a distressed voice, "Mom, please close the window quickly! The snow is almost blowing into my bowl."
"Don't you have arms yourself?"
Mother Zhong glared at him fiercely, but still stepped forward and closed the window, instantly blocking out the wind and snow outside.
There was a stove burning in the room, it was very warm, and there was a smell of food. The family was eating happily. However, while Zhong Qiao was eating, he couldn't help but glance out the window.
Zhong Xiaohua was huddled in the corner, with a layer of snow on her eyelashes. She was frozen unconscious.
Many things flashed through her mind, or to be more precise, fragments of memory, because they were so messy. Sometimes she thought of her childhood, and sometimes she thought of her mother's sarcastic words and disgusted expression towards her.
The fragments of memory and her mother's words mixed together, making her confused and unable to distinguish which was a dream and which was reality.
But Zhong Xiaohua thought, whether it was a dream or reality, it would be fine if she died, and that would be the end.
Mom will be happy.
Just then, a figure stood in front of her, blocking out the light.
"Here." A bowl of hot noodles was handed to her. "Go home early after you finish eating. You're not young anymore, you won't run away from home again, right?"
It was Zhong Qiao's voice.
Zhong Xiaohua tried hard to lift her eyelids which were pressed down by the snow, and then she saw Zhong Qiao.
She was wearing thin clothes and only a pair of slippers. She was like a tenacious red plum blossom in the cold wind. She held the bowl of egg noodles in her hand, her eyes indifferent, as if she was nonchalant.
"For me?" Zhong Xiaohua said in a tone of disbelief.
"There's some noodles left at home, nothing else. Eat it if you want." Zhong Qiao casually put the bowl in the corner next to her and turned around.
Zhong Xiaohua lowered her eyes and glanced at the noodles in the corner. They were made of white flour and were steaming.
This is fine grain, a good thing. If it could be left over, ordinary people would have no way to survive.
Zhong Xiaohua didn't care about the pain all over her body. She grabbed the bowl and almost grabbed it with her hands, stuffing the hot noodles into her mouth.
It’s like the refugee in ancient times who was hungry for several days.
Zhong Qiao heard the noise and turned around in surprise: "This is very hot..."
Looking at Zhong Xiaohua stuffing food into her mouth in a panic, Zhong Qiao swallowed the rest of his words.
Zhong Xiaohua ate in a mess. She couldn't taste anything in the first few bites. Halfway through, she swallowed the chewy noodles mixed with the soup base whole, and only then did her tongue realize the taste.
The soup base has a nice aroma of chicken and oil.
Zhong Xiaohua was stunned.
It's chicken soup.
Halfway through the meal, Zhong Xiaohua was stunned again. There was an egg that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
"Sister Zhong Qiao." Zhong Xiaohua stared at the egg and suddenly felt a lump in her nose.
She didn't cry when she was washing clothes and cooking at home, she didn't cry when she was beaten by her brother, and she still didn't cry when her parents verbally humiliated her. Because of this egg, Zhong Xiaohua couldn't help but burst into tears.
She finally released her true emotions like a child.
The repression, collapse, disappointment, and all kinds of emotions intertwined together and turned into the most primitive emotion of human beings - crying.
Zhong Qiao was startled.
No, it's not an egg, right? It's not poisonous!
But seeing Zhong Xiaohua crying loudly with tears and snot, Zhong Qiao sighed and just let her go.
She cried for a long time and even called Zhong Siqi and others over.
Mother Zhong held a flashlight, hid behind Father Zhong, and bravely shone it outside the door.
"A ghost came to my house in the middle of the night? Why is there a woman crying?"
"Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you." Zhong Siqi looked righteous, but he was hiding behind Zhong's mother, grabbing her clothes and peeking into her. "Mom, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
My legs were shaking and I was almost frightened to death.
Mother Zhong tutted her tongue: "Look at how embarrassing you are."
Immediately, the flashlight shone in the darkness and intersected Zhong Qiao's light in mid-air. Zhong Xiaohua's crying stopped abruptly. The moment they recognized each other, everyone was stunned.
Zhong Qiao explained the whole cause and effect.
Mother Zhong looked at Zhong Xiaohua in the corner and felt worried.
Tell me what this incident is about. Why does Zhong Hong cause trouble for their family every day?
"Mom, what do you mean?" Although Zhong Siqi was still frightened by Zhong Hong's last visit, he couldn't bear to see Zhong Xiaohua look so pitiful, especially since she was just a girl.
"You can't let her freeze to death outside, right?"
Mother Zhong rolled her eyes at him and said, "Why do you care about her?"
Zhong Siqi turned pale with fear, and thinking of the pain he had experienced when he was dominated by Zhong Hong, he waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no."
Zhong Qiao suddenly spoke.
"Let her go to my room. My room is big."
Mother Zhong glanced at her and nodded reluctantly: "Okay."
After Zhong Xiaohua finished the bowl of egg noodles, she was supported by Zhong's mother and Zhong Qiao and taken home. She was covered in dust and dirt, and it seemed she hadn't taken a shower in a while. The whole family was busy boiling water, and they were very busy.
Zhong Qiao took a bath towel and poured warm water on Zhong Xiaohua. With the help of the light, he found that her body was covered with scars of various sizes, and was stunned again.
"How did you do that?"
Zhong Xiaohua's originally frozen body regained consciousness after eating the bowl of noodles. After soaking in a hot bath, even the previous physical discomfort disappeared for the most part.
Hearing Zhong Qiao's doubtful tone, she thought for a moment and said calmly, "My parents and my brother fought."
Zhong Qiao was stunned: "Why?"
Zhong Xiaohua said: "Because my dad likes to beat my mom, and my mom can't beat my dad, she can't bear to beat my brother, so she can only beat me."
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