Fan Hu, who was bent over digging for earthworms on the soft soil behind the mountain, saw Shui Qingxing and ran over with a smile on his face that was even brighter than the morning sun.
As she ran, she called out, "Mom, I'll scoop some millet porridge for you! My older sister cooked it early this morning, and it's delicious!"
Paired with the white flour pancakes from last night, it was delicious and filling, and I don't feel hungry at all now!
Shui Qing looked at the thin and short Fan Hu, who was carrying a scoop full of millet porridge and walking shakily toward her.
At seven years old, a child in China should be pampered and cherished by their family, but now they are already doing all sorts of things with great maturity.
"Mother, it's hot. Before my eldest sister left, she specially put the earthenware jar next to her to cool down, saying it would be perfect for you to drink when you wake up," Fan Hu said happily, holding the bowl and tilting his head back.
His mother kept sleeping, and he waited and waited, until the sun was high in the sky, but his mother was still sleeping.
My eldest and second eldest sisters said that Mom was injured yesterday and had also argued with Grandma and Uncle. She was physically and mentally exhausted, so they told him not to bother Mom.
Shuiqing took the rough earthenware bowl and drank a mouthful of the thick millet porridge.
Judging from the thickness of the porridge, one could guess that it was specially reserved for her at the bottom of the pot—given that there were white flour pancakes, Yan Qiu would not have been willing to cook such a sticky and thick millet porridge.
"Mom, here you go!" Fan Hu ran away and then ran back, handing over a whole white flour pancake.
Shui Qing was stunned for a moment.
She remembered that there were only five flatbreads left last night.
Pack three pieces and give them to Fan Jin to take to the city for breakfast or lunch.
The remaining two flatbreads were divided among the five children. Now that a whole flatbread is left for her, how many bites can each of them eat?
While she was eating her porridge, she asked, "Mother told your eldest and second eldest sisters yesterday that they didn't need to save any bread for me, so why did she still save some?"
And there was a whole one left; are the five of you full?
Fan Hu nodded without hesitation and replied crisply, "I'm full!"
The eldest sister ladled a big bowl of porridge for each of us, and then shared the flatbread with us, though she said she'd just have the porridge herself.
Hearing the little baby's voice gradually lower, Shui Qing sighed.
Most of the eldest children in the family are like this.
The eldest daughter, in particular, took on household chores early on, caring for her younger siblings, tending to the fields and vegetable garden, leaving no time for fun activities, and giving the best food to the younger ones...
Shui Qing took a long, deep breath, cut the pancake in her hand in half, and ate only the half she had already nibbled on.
These are all dolls connected to her by blood. No matter how old Yanqiu is, she is still a child in her eyes.
What her eldest child lost because she was sensible, she, as her mother, is making up for little by little...
"Come on, let's go find your older sister and brother!"
"Okay!" Fan Hu skipped and hopped ahead to lead the way.
He really wanted to go mushroom picking with his older sister and the others that morning.
Picking up mushrooms one by one is so much fun!
Especially when the eldest sister said that her father took the mushrooms to the city to sell for money in the morning, they all felt that picking mushrooms was no longer just about feeding Grandma and Uncle's family, but a real way to improve their own lives!
But the eldest sister said that her mother would be worried if she woke up and couldn't see anyone. He was the youngest and the slowest at picking mushrooms, so she could only leave him behind to deliver the message.
But his mother kept sleeping and sleeping, and he couldn't just wait idly.
My second sister said that the hens at home were the biggest contributors; the six hens collected a total of twelve eggs this morning!
He figured the hen must have eaten wheat bran yesterday, which must have been nutritious. He thought that if a hen ate wheat bran, it could lay twelve eggs, and if it ate earthworms, which were even more nutritious, it might lay even more eggs.
So while waiting for my mother to wake up, I went to dig for earthworms, so that my family could eat lots of eggs from now on.
Thinking of the egg drop soup he had last night, Fan Hu unconsciously swallowed. He then shifted his attention to chatting with his mother: "Mom, when my older sister and the others see us picking mushrooms together, they'll be so happy!"
Shui Qing smiled and nodded.
I was already wondering how many pounds of mushrooms the four kids had picked.
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