After hearing this, Zi Li, who had been very nervous, finally felt relieved and hurriedly took his heavy steps to climb up the mountain.
Shu Miao immediately struggled to sit up, turned his back to the direction where Zi Li left, took out a bowl of hot pumpkin porridge, and slurped it along the edge of the bowl.
After filling his stomach, he took out a bowl of water and gulped it down in two big gulps.
Finally, he rinsed his mouth and leaned back against the tree feeling exhausted.
I don’t know how much time had passed before I faintly heard shouting coming from the mountain.
She subconsciously looked back, and after a while she saw the aunt's limping figure appear in the distance.
Shu Miao was in a daze, and it was not until the sweet potato was handed to his mouth that he realized that the aunt had come to him.
She took a bite of the sweet potato from her hand. The sweet and soft taste cleared her mind for a moment.
But I could only see the old lady's mouth opening and closing, and I couldn't make out what she was saying. She finished eating the sweet potatoes in a daze, and then realized that she seemed to be sick.
But looking at the old lady's back as she dragged the sack forward with difficulty, he was still struggling to get up and rely on his willpower to move behind her.
It was only when she sat by the fire and coughed from the black smoke that her thoughts gradually returned to her.
"Are you feeling better?" Zili took a bowl of sweet potato soup and sipped it, but his eyes were fixed on her.
Listening to his heavy nasal tone, Shu Miao took a lazy look at him, and finally tugged at the cotton coat he was wearing.
"Oh, this cotton-padded jacket is mine. I didn't expect it to be so suitable for you." Zili immediately explained when he saw this, and then said in a lecturing tone,
"You're the same way. I looked through your backpack and realized you didn't even bring any clothes or bedding. You..."
"Zili! You have no tact at all. Come and help me." Li Qiao was squatting in front of a pot of boiling water, plucking chicken feathers quickly, and her sharp eyes were flying towards him.
"Hehe, I was just kidding. The ginger soup is still simmering. You should drink it quickly." Zili shrank his neck timidly and immediately changed his words to Shu Miao.
He quickly drank the remaining sweet potato soup in the bowl and ran to help.
Shu Miao then looked at the clay pot above the fire, picked up the bowl beside it, and filled it with a large bowl of ginger soup.
Li Qiao had been paying attention to Shu Miao, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was no longer as confused and unaware as before.
"Go stew the chicken." He then kicked his son's foot, signaling him to stop.
Zili agreed, picked up a big gourd and poured water into the pottery jar, then poured the chopped chicken in the enamel basin into it and added some coarse salt.
After Shu Miao finished drinking the ginger soup, he half leaned on his luggage to rest.
It was not until the extremely delicious aroma of meat continued to erode her nerves that she suddenly woke up and realized that it was already dark.
The boiling soup in the pot continuously exudes a rich aroma.
Shu Miao took a deep breath unconsciously, and the fragrance lingered in his nose for a long time.
Her stomach also made a rumbling protest at this time.
The next moment, a bowl of chicken soup was handed to her.
Shu Miao was stunned and looked at the aunt sitting next to him with confusion.
"This is specially reserved for you. It's at the perfect temperature now. Drink it quickly."
Zili, who was holding a bowl and drooling over the pottery pot, immediately joined in.
"Yeah, hurry up and eat. Mom and I just finished a pot of chicken. This is the second pot, and we're waiting for you to eat it together!"
Shu Miao then took the bowl. As she took a sip of the warm chicken soup, she discovered that the sweet and rich chicken soup was also mixed with a hint of ginger.
From this we can see that there must be a lot of ginger in this chicken soup!
As the conversation went on, Shu Miao learned that there were five chickens in the chicken coop that was retrieved, but except for one rooster that was still breathing, the other four hens had long been dead, so they were all stewed.
Shu Miao: "..."
Won’t you get an upset stomach?
But when she smelled the lingering aroma of meat in the air, the struggle in her heart quickly disappeared.
He even drank the remaining chicken soup in one gulp.
When the pot of chicken was cooked, Shu Miao directly harvested four large chicken legs and some chicken meat.
Although Zili was envious, he forced himself to look away and silently gnawed on the only chicken leg in his bowl.
"What are you looking at? Just eat what's in your bowl!" Li Qiao cleared her throat and then reminded them again without getting tired of it.
"If anyone asks, just say our chicken was sick and we stewed one for dinner, okay?"
The two of them responded in unison.
Next, unlike the mother and son who chewed their food slowly, Shu Miao began to devour it quickly and finished the four chicken legs.
After drinking the last bowl of chicken soup with meat, Shu Miao felt like he was alive again.
After dinner,
The shelter soon became quiet, and the three of them sat huddled around the fire and dozed off.
Maybe because he drank too much soup, Shu Miao was awakened by the urge to urinate. He tiptoed out of the awning and found that it was drizzling, so he was too lazy to look for a hat.
After finding a suitable place to meet my physiological needs, I turned around and walked away to avoid the awning.
Just as she bent down and was about to enter the awning, a strange noise came from the dark forest in the distance.
Shu Miao's body stiffened, and in an instant, a chill rushed to the top of her head.
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