Chapter 35: Knowing Teenagers 4
Although Xiao Dingkun was only thirteen years old, he was tall. The boy's tall, thin and sharp figure squatted down slightly and looked straight at the six-year-old girl in front of him.
The little girl's face was shaped like a small peach, her skin was fair, her clear black eyes were full of desire, and her rosy little mouth was gently biting it, as if she was very embarrassed but wanted to eat it very much.
From the moment he saw the child, Xiao Dingkun felt that he had seen this child somewhere before.
"You haven't had this, have you?"
Fubao bit his lip and shook his head obediently.
When she shook her head, her two pigtails swayed behind her head.
Xiao Dingkun looked at her like this and smiled gently.
He pulled out a small wooden spoon from somewhere, opened the cloth bag, scooped out a spoonful of fried noodles, and handed it to Fubao: "Here, have a taste."
Fubao opened his eyes wide and looked at Xiao Dingkun in front of him with confusion.
She really wants to eat, but she is already grown up, she is six years old, she doesn't need anyone to feed her.
This... is a bit embarrassing.
Xiao Dingkun insisted: "Open your mouth, this is delicious."
The fragrant aroma of fried noodles is right next to my mouth, and there is also the aroma of fried black sesame seeds and a subtle sweetness. It turns out that white sugar is added in it.
Fubao finally couldn't help it, opened his little mouth, and his eyes were full of desire.
Xiao Dingkun fed the spoonful of fried noodles into Fubao's mouth.
Fubao held it in his mouth, and the cooked fragrance spread between his teeth.
Xiao Dingkun whispered, "Hold it in your mouth, chew it slowly, and don't open your mouth."
Why don’t you open your mouth?
Fubao opened his mouth in surprise to ask, but as soon as he opened his mouth, some of the dry fried flour that was not yet wet sprayed out, and some even flew onto Xiao Dingkun's face.
Fubao opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, and looked at Xiao Dingkun helplessly.
Xiao Dingkun's face was hard, cold and expressionless, but with fragrant fried flour hanging on it, it was funny and amusing.
Fubao felt guilty and nervous, his mouth moving with shame in his eyes: "I, I..."
As she tried to speak, the fried noodles in her mouth began to fall, and the powdery noodles spilled onto the ground. She was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth and chewed slowly.
Xiao Dingkun slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. Then he looked at Fubao and gently wiped the corner of Fubao's mouth with the handkerchief.
You need to be especially careful when eating fried noodles dry. She was obviously inexperienced, and now there was some fried noodles on the corners of her mouth.
Fubao covered his mouth with his hands to wet the remaining fried flour in his mouth, enjoying the rich aroma of the fried flour on the tip of his tongue, and then slowly swallowed it.
It’s delicious, really delicious, and your mouth is full of fragrance.
After Fubao finished eating, he licked his lips and looked at Xiao Dingkun.
She really regretted why she spoke just now. Half of the fried noodles was wasted.
She tilted her head and stared at Xiao Dingkun's face, feeling so sad when she thought of the fried flour that he had just wiped off with his handkerchief.
Xiao Dingkun saw the faint desire in her clear eyes and suddenly found it funny: "So you are so greedy?"
Fubao blushed slightly when he called him greedy, and felt embarrassed.
She was indeed greedy and couldn't help drooling when she saw delicious food.
Xiao Dingkun scooped out another spoonful of fried noodles with a wooden spoon and handed it to Fubao's mouth: "Come, have another bite."
Fubao's face turned even redder and he shook his head.
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you eat?"
Fubao whispered, "I've already taken a bite."
Fubao certainly knew that it was impossible to eat enough of such delicious food in one go.
In the past, when she was at Nie Laosan's house, although she didn't get to eat the good things, she had seen Nie Laosan's wife secretly feeding malt milk to Shengjin and Shengyin. She only gave them a small bite, never more.
Later, when she arrived at the Gu family, her new parents and grandmother loved her, but when they gave her delicious food in private, it was only a little bit. There was no reason for her to want to eat more.
Xiao Dingkun was stunned, looking at Fubao like this.
He is small, thin and not very tall.
This is not a city, and Pingxi Production Brigade is not a wealthy place. It is poor and backward. The food rations all year round are coarse grains, dried sweet potato buns, and black flour buns. Even corn flour dry food is rare, let alone white flour.
For a child like Fubao, fried white noodles might be a luxury that he or she cannot even afford to eat.
Xiao Dingkun lowered his eyes and whispered, "Since I still have some, I'll let you eat it. You can eat as much as you want."
Fubao blinked and looked at Xiao Dingkun curiously.
She didn't understand why Xiao Dingkun said that, nor did she understand what Xiao Dingkun meant.
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyes and looked at Fubao again: "You don't need to understand why, just remember, I'm not a bad person, I won't bully you, understand?"
Fubao looked confused and tilted his head to look at Xiao Dingkun.
Xiao Dingkun sighed softly and fed the spoonful of fried flour to Fubao again: "Don't you like it very much? Eat it."
The fried flour with an enticing aroma was right next to his mouth. Fubao opened his mouth without hesitation, took the spoon and put it in his mouth, wrapped it with his mouth, then closed his mouth tightly, waiting for the fried flour to slowly melt in his mouth, then opened his mouth to chew it gently and swallow it.
This time, no fried flour was sprayed out, she ate it all.
Xiao Dingkun handed her the spoon and the cloth bag: "Take it and eat it yourself."
Fubao was embarrassed to take it and shook his head: "I've already eaten two bites, I don't want to eat anymore."
She hesitated and said, "I'm not hungry. I ate before I left."
Seeing this, Xiao Dingkun stopped forcing him and put away the cloth bag.
He could feel that when he was putting away the cloth bag, Fubao's little eyes were always following the cloth bag.
She is such a greedy little cat.
He's still a greedy little cat who says one thing and thinks another.
After Xiao Dingkun put away the cloth bag, he looked at Fubao and asked, "What's your name?"
With these two spoonfuls of fried noodles, Fubao was not as afraid of Xiao Dingkun as she was at the beginning. She felt that anyone who could give her such delicious food must be a good person.
Bad people will secretly eat up all the good things and won't give any to her.
So Fubao pursed his lips and whispered, "My name is Fubao."
Xiao Dingkun: "Fubao?"
Fubao nodded: "Yeah."
Xiao Dingkun seemed to be thinking: "Who gave you this name? It's a good name."
Fubao thought for a moment and said, "I don't know either. It should be the abbot when I was in the nunnery."
Xiao Dingkun: "Nunnery?"
Fubao thought this was a long story: "I don't have any parents. I was found by a nun in the mountains."
Xiao Dingkun was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Well, what do you do after you pick it up?"
Fubao thought about it and told the story in general, from how she was picked up by a nun in the nunnery and raised there, to when the nunnery disappeared and she was adopted by Nie Laosan's family, to how Nie Laosan's family treated her badly and kicked her out, so she was adopted by the Gu family again.
These experiences were nothing to Fubao. Although she was greedy, when she thought about working at Nie Laosan's house, she didn't feel it was that hard. Besides, she was living a good life in the Gu family now, and she was very satisfied.
So when she spoke, her tone was relaxed and calm.
But as Xiao Dingkun listened to Fubao's childish voice talking about these things, his face became colder and colder, especially when he heard that Fubao was kicked out of Nie Laosan's house and the whole production team drew lots.
He sneered, a hint of chill in his cold eyes.
Fubao was startled and looked at him blankly. He thought he looked a little scary and subconsciously took a step back.
Xiao Dingkun knew that he had frightened Fubao. He lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and whispered, "Then what? Are you in the Gu family now? Is the Gu family treating you well?"
Fubao thought about it and nodded heavily: "This father and mother are all good, my brothers are all good, and grandma is also good to me."
Xiao Dingkun: "Your last name is Gu now? What's your father's name?"
Fubao: "My father's name is Gu Weidong! My father's last name is Gu, so of course I have the same last name now."
Xiao Dingkun thought about it and said, "Aren't they very kind to you? Why did you run out alone? It's so cold, what are you doing out here?"
In his opinion, how could a child as young as Fubao run around the mountains? His family should be worried.
Fubao tilted his head, somewhat confused as to why Xiao Dingkun said that: "I came out to pick apricot strips!"
Xiao Dingkun frowned: "Apricot stalks? What are you picking up apricot stalks for?"
Fubao looked at Xiao Dingkun and became even more confused. How come he was so old, but didn't even understand this?
She sniffed her little nose and patiently explained to him, "Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. We have to use apricot sticks and dry wood to cook dumplings. Eating these dumplings will bring you good luck for the whole year!"
Xiao Dingkun suddenly realized that this was a tradition in the countryside here, and he also understood that children in the countryside might be raised outdoors like this. He immediately stood up and said, "Then I'll accompany you to pick them up."
Fubao nodded vigorously and said gratefully, "Okay! I remember there was an apricot tree here, but I can't find it."
Xiao Dingkun thought for a moment and said, "Come with me."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and was about to hold Fubao's hand.
Fubao hesitated for a moment and let him hold his hand.
His hands are very big, much bigger than little Fubao's, and his fingers are hard.
Xiao Dingkun held Fubao's small and tender hand, lowered his head and looked at Fubao again.
She is still very young.
It was incredibly small and so soft that he had to control the strength when he squeezed her hand.
——
Fubao was led forward by Xiao Dingkun's hand. There were branches and thorns growing on the path. Xiao Dingkun held a stick in his hand and easily pushed them aside in front of him, protecting Fubao as he passed on.
After walking along this road for a while, we found the old apricot tree.
Fubao was immediately excited when he saw that the old apricot tree had many dead branches, some of which were even hanging down to the ground. He pulled his hand out of Xiao Dingkun's and ran over.
Fubao happily put down his small bamboo basket, then stretched out his little hands and started pulling the apricot branches.
The tender little hands, without any fear, greedily pulled the apricot branches down.
Her hands were very tender and the branches were too rough, so he was afraid she would hurt them.
Fubao didn't understand: "Why? I often collect firewood in the mountains."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
