The little guy rubbed his eyes and said dazedly:
"Sister..."
Wen Xi quickly raised her index finger to signal him not to wake everyone, then helped him take off his shoes and socks. She was planning to wipe his face first and then soak his feet, but then she realized she had no cloth.
Remembering that there seemed to be some fine cotton cloth in the coffin, he took out a piece by opening the bundle.
Okay, it seems a bit big.
Aunt Mao took it as if nothing had happened, tore it into five or six pieces, and then handed it to her.
Wen Xi touched the bridge of his nose and smiled awkwardly.
The water was a bit hot. Wen Xi held a piece of cloth and grinned as he lifted it up and sank it into the bucket.
As a result, she was slapped by the aunt. Then she was taken over. The aunt couldn't help but spit out sour water in her heart. The girl was too independent all of a sudden. She was almost becoming a decoration!
Aunt Mao wiped the faces of the brother and sister before wiping her own face casually.
Then it was time for the three of them to bare their teeth together.
Two pairs of small feet plus one pair of big feet filled up the bucket, which was not very big to begin with.
The slightly scalding water was both comfortable and painful.
The noise was neither big nor small. When the people on the bed saw it, some were too lazy to pay attention, while others just hummed a few times.
I could even hear a few mutterings:
"How hypocritical!"
The mother and her two children ignored them and waited until the water was almost cold before wiping their feet and going to bed. By then it was already completely dark.
Aunt Mao poured out the water, came back and patted the two of them on the head:
"Mom's going to return the barrel. You two should take a break. It'll probably be time for dinner soon."
Wen Xi quickly got down and put on her shoes:
"I'll go, but that lady doesn't recognize you, so it's better for me to go."
When Wen Xi ran back, he saw the yamen runner standing in the yard, banging on an iron ladle:
"Come out quickly to get your food, don't delay me from drinking."
The yamen runner who spoke was a skinny man in his thirties or forties, with many mole-like features on his face, some of which were even covered in long hair. The other yamen runners all called him Zhao San.
Along the way, Wen Xi discovered that he was probably the most difficult yamen runner to get along with. He had a bad temper, was extremely greedy, and especially liked to stare at women's buttocks.
Just thinking about it, Wen Xi couldn't help but get goosebumps.
Although it was dark, there was good moonlight, so the lighting in the yard was still very good.
A crowd of people gathered around, and in the chaos, no one noticed Wen Xi, so she took the opportunity to slip back to Aunt Mao.
The food was okay, which was to be expected!
Each adult was given two black steamed buns and a bowl of relatively thick vegetable porridge, of course, the kind with lots of vegetables.
Each child was given a black steamed bun and half a bowl of porridge.
Everyone would take their food back to their house to eat, or perhaps find a place in the yard to eat.
Aunt Mao thought it was bright outside and wanted to eat outside, but then she felt her daughter pulling her sleeve and pulling her into the house.
There was no one in the room; everyone had gone outside to eat for better lighting. Wen Xi was so happy she almost snapped her fingers.
He placed the bowl on the bed and, in the dark, retrieved three large, piping hot steamed buns from the coffin. These were the buns he had taken from the kitchen stove, a dozen or so in total.
The last stove was usually used for the servants in the mansion, but fortunately, I took it away.
In the dim light, he stuffed a steamed bun into each of them and urged:
"Hurry up and eat this first."
Gu Shengmo took the food in one mouthful and started eating it without any hesitation, his eyes fixed on his elder sister with a look of admiration.
Even though Wen Xi couldn't see his expression, she knew that the boy was looking at her, and she couldn't help but touch his little head again.
Aunt Mao's expression was much more complicated, and she didn't know what was the normal reaction to such a thing.
Just as Wen Xi was eating and urging them to finish, the three of them finally finished the steamed buns.
Then he slowed down and picked up the porridge to drink.
After finishing a big steamed bun, the black steamed bun started to appear. Auntie reluctantly ate another one, but Wen Xi and her brother could not eat any more.
Just as a few people were planning to leave some for tomorrow's meal.
The chubby Gu Shengjian came in. He sniffed as he walked:
"Hey? Why do I smell steamed buns? Your hands are not fully functioning, can you show me what you are eating?"
The nickname "Incomplete Hand" was given to me by the kids when I was in the Gu Mansion. Because my little finger is different from that of ordinary people, I was given this name.
Wen Xi took a deep breath and comforted herself, "I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I won't argue with this little brat."
Then he rudely retorted, "I'll eat whatever you eat! I think you're crazy about steamed buns. Even a black film can smell the smell of steamed buns."
"Hey, you damn girl, I have such a bad temper..."
Before Gu Shengjian could lift his sleeves and rush over, he was grabbed by the collar by his aunt who had just entered. Then he threw her aside:
"Be quiet, or I'll cut you."
After saying that, he glanced at Wen Xi and the others, and returned to his bed without saying anything.
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