"There's no food." The boy said helplessly, "I looked in many places and ate everything I could."
"Miss, didn't you buy a small bag of dried mushrooms? Do you want me to put them in?" Xiaohua reminded.
"Put it in, put it in, I forgot about it." Chunxiao stirred the rice porridge in the pot with chopsticks, afraid that the bottom of the pot would get burnt. The air was filled with the fragrance of rice, and continuous gurgling sounds were heard in the house, which was the sound of hunger.
The sky was completely dark, but fortunately the moonlight was bright. The Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed, and the moon on the 15th was full on the 16th. Now was the time when the moon was at its largest and the moonlight was at its strongest.
Soon, the porridge was ready, and the rich aroma of the porridge made everyone salivate.
Chunxiao cooked a pot of thick porridge. She asked Xiaohua to take a bowl and added two large bowls for the woman's family.
"I'm sorry, brother and sister-in-law, we don't have that many dishes and chopsticks, so you can just make do with what you have. This pot can only hold so much. If it's not enough, you can cook another pot later."
"Thank you, thank you, that's enough, that's enough, such thick porridge, thank you very much, girl." The man hurriedly brought the porridge to the woman, "Mother of the child, you eat first, I'll feed the girl." He handed the bowl of porridge to the woman and held the girl on his lap.
The woman looked at the porridge and swallowed hard, then hurriedly took a mouthful. Unexpectedly, the porridge was too hot and burned her mouth. She didn't want to spit it out, so she opened her mouth and blew heavily on the side. The boy also looked at the porridge in her bowl with eager eyes.
"Slow down, slow down, it's burning your mouth." The man was anxious. He stirred the porridge with chopsticks, blew on it with his mouth, and finally picked up a chopstick and put it to his mouth to blew it, and finally fed it to the girl's mouth. It was difficult to feed her at the beginning, but slowly, the girl cooperated and began to eat. The more he fed her, the more cooperative she became. The man called out happily, and heard the girl say "Dad" softly.
The man and the woman were both happy. "Girl, eat more, eat more, we have food, it's delicious."
After the woman took two bites, she began to feed the little boy.
Chunxiao watched this scene in the moonlight, exchanged glances with Xiaohua, and put down the bowl of porridge he was about to add. "Why don't we make another pot and eat later? I'm not too hungry."
"Then I'll cook a pot for you, young lady, after they've finished adding the ingredients."
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