Chapter 209 What is Freedom?
The little girl had eaten a bowl of poached eggs in sugar water before, so she was not very hungry at this time.
But as she sat down at the table and saw the delicious dishes, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva subconsciously.
Today Sang Yu cooked the usual four dishes and one soup, including stir-fried pork with water celery, stir-fried bean sprouts with leeks, steamed egg with minced meat, braised pork, and a bowl of radish and pork soup.
Given the frequency with which she eats pork, not only in this era, but even in future generations, many families may not be able to do so.
The entire Sang family wholeheartedly agrees with spending more money on food.
After all, Sang Yu’s cooking skills are here, and it would be a waste not to eat something good.
Sang Xinghao usually likes to eat egg custard the most. Without him saying anything, Sang Yu picked up his bowl and gave him a few spoonfuls of it, letting him mix it with rice.
"Put aside any grudges first, the world is big and the food is big."
After saying that, she scooped a few more spoonfuls of egg custard into the little girl's bowl.
The steamed egg custard is a bit like tofu pudding, delicate and uniform, with almost invisible pores. When you scoop it up with a spoon, it will tremble slightly.
The girl lowered her head slightly and glanced at the people around her. Seeing that no one was looking at her, she finally picked up the bowl, pinched the spoon to scoop out a piece of egg custard and put it into her mouth.
The delicate and tender egg custard is topped with a layer of finely minced pork.
The egg custard melts in your mouth, and the minced meat has a certain granularity and fine chewiness, bringing a rich sense of layering.
The little girl, who originally only wanted to avoid wasting food, brightened up her eyes after taking a mouthful of egg custard, and couldn't help but take the second and third mouthfuls.
Sang Xinghao, who was secretly watching her movements out of the corner of his eye, saw that she ate so fast, so he quickly sped up his pace and put the rice mixed with egg custard and minced meat into his mouth. After he finished it quickly, he asked for a few more spoonfuls.
I don’t know if it’s because someone is “stealing” the food that makes them eat more happily, but the two of them are like competing, one finishes and the other immediately follows.
The little girl gradually became less shy, and even dared to pull Sang Yu's sleeve, showing her her empty bowl, indicating that she wanted more food.
Sang Xinghao, who used to eat only one bowl of rice at most, insisted on having another half bowl, making his stomach full.
If Sang Yu hadn't stopped the two of them from adding more rice in time, I'm afraid each of them would have eaten two large bowls.
Just like Sang Yu said before, the grudges and hatreds between children come and go quickly.
After the meal, the two of them inexplicably felt a sense of mutual admiration, a sense of "heroes admiring heroes."
Of course, if Sang Yu were to say this, it would be clear that this was just a good-for-nothing being treated with respect.
One and a half bowls of rice, half a bowl of steamed egg, various vegetables, and finally a bowl of meat soup. How could a child of six or seven years old eat so much?
After dinner, Sang Yu took the two of them to the stream for a walk to digest the food, holding one in each hand, and explained to the little girl why he didn't let her leave now.
"I know you want to leave here right away, but there are bad guys outside the village. If you leave alone, you will be targeted by bad guys."
The little girl just lowered her head and said nothing, and it was not known whether she heard it or not. Fortunately, Sang Yu didn't care about it.
Sang Xinghao looked at the girl in confusion: "You're leaving? Where are you going?"
He initially thought the girl was from the village, but she wasn't. She looked about his age, so where had her family gone?
The girl still didn't speak, but Sang Xinghao didn't get angry. He shook Sang Yu's hand and asked, "Sister, why did she leave?"
"Well... maybe for freedom?" Sang Yu was not sure.
When she first met the girl, she seemed to be all alone, and she didn't know whether her family members were all gone or had been separated accidentally.
"Freedom?" Sang Xinghao repeated the word, then raised his head and asked, "Sister, what is freedom?"
“…”
Sang Yu was speechless for a moment. The definition of freedom is very broad and complex, and it can even be said that it requires a certain philosophical depth to explain it clearly.
She didn't think she could explain this concept clearly in just a few words, but the "freedom" that Sang Xinghao wanted to know didn't require such a complicated explanation.
She organized her words and spoke slowly, "Freedom is being able to do whatever you want and are allowed to do without harming others."
Sang Xinghao frowned, pondering the meaning of the words, but the little girl's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.
She had heard something similar to this before, but only the second half.
Her father told her that freedom is like an eagle, able to soar freely in the sky and do whatever you want.
My mother said that freedom means being unrestrained and going wherever you want.
But they are all gone now, the world is still vast, but she is like a young eagle with broken wings, not knowing the way forward.
You can't stay by the stream for too long at night. When the wind blows, a lot of cold air full of moisture will penetrate into your bones, making you shiver.
There was no extra room in the house, so the little girl had to live in one room with Sang Yu.
She fetched some hot water and returned to the house. As soon as she entered, she saw the girl sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed, looking at her nervously. It was obvious that she was not a real emotionless clay figure.
Sang Yu placed a basin of warm water on the ground and beckoned the other person over: "Come, I'll wipe your body and apply some medicine on you."
During the day, she had only cleaned the wounds on the other person's arms. Now there were only the two of them in the room, so it should be no problem for her to ask the other person to take off his clothes.
The girl still sat on the edge of the bed without moving. Fortunately, Sang Yu didn't expect her to be obedient at the beginning. If she didn't come over, he would go over there himself.
She walked straight to the girl and tentatively reached out to touch her collar, but the girl remained expressionless and sat still.
Sang Yu then took off her outer robe, and then her inner clothes.
When she saw the body hidden under the robe, she couldn't help but curse: "Beast!"
The girl's wheat-colored skin was covered with all kinds of new and old marks from whipping, with bright red and purple colors intertwined.
The most eye-catching thing is the peony tattoo that extends from the neck all the way along the chest to the lower abdomen.
Sang Yu lightly touched the tattoo, which still had a red edge, with her fingertips and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
The girl shook her head gently, not because it didn't hurt, but because she was used to it.
How could such a large tattoo not hurt?
Sang Yu didn't ask any more questions. She just silently wrung out the linen cloth, gently wiped the girl's skin, and applied medicine bit by bit.
At night, the two of them were lying in bed and felt that the person next to them was already asleep. The motionless girl suddenly sat up, got out of bed quietly and got dressed.
She pinched the indenture contract in her arms and was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly seemed to think of something and tiptoed towards Sang Yu on the other side of the bed.
When she came to Sang Yu's side, she stood there quietly, staring at Sang Yu for a long time, and finally leaned closer.
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