It is somewhat strange that a baby who has not yet been weaned asks for rice and wheat.
Besides, she can't speak yet.
My thoughts seemed to have suddenly come to a dead end.
At this moment, Song Rushuang suddenly smelled a strong aroma of rice.
He used his little arms to support his upper body.
She saw Song Xiaoliu seemed to be holding something in his hand, and he ran to the cradle where she was.
"Xiao Qi, look at what this is!"
Song Xiaoliu lowered the bowl he was holding as if he was offering a treasure.
No wonder there was a smell of rice, it turned out that he was holding a bowl of white rice.
"Xiao Qi, this is the only rice we have at home. We might not be able to eat it anymore in the future. Brother will give you some, okay?"
Of course she knew that Song Xiaoliu meant well, but she was just a little kid drinking milk, and she really couldn't enjoy this bowl of white rice.
Try to turn your head away as much as possible to show that you have no interest in this bowl of white rice.
But when Song Xiaoliu was about to leave with a lack of interest, in that instant, an idea seemed to flash through his mind.
"Aiya!"
Xiaoqi shouted, and Song Xiaoliu, who had already walked to the door, ran back.
His eyes sparkled, "Xiao Qi, do you want to eat?"
Song Rushuang stretched out her short little hand and grabbed a lump of rice in her palm.
She suddenly thought of a situation. When winter jujubes were planted, seeds were not used.
Based on this inference, if you want to grow rice, you don’t really need to find a crop like rice.
Old Mrs. Song and Duan Dinglan walked in from outside and saw this scene.
"What are you doing, little brat?"
The two men's expressions changed and they hurried over.
No wonder they are so anxious.
You have to know that Song Rushuang is still a little baby, and it is easy for her to choke when eating anything except milk.
"Grandma, Mom, I just want to give my sister some rice."
From Song Xiaoliu's point of view, he did nothing wrong.
But people always feel more sorry for the younger ones.
Duan Dinglan pried open Song Rushuang's mouth to check, and asked anxiously, "Xiao Liu, did my sister eat it?"
Song Xiaoliu shook his head honestly, "Not yet, my sister just held it in her hand."
Hearing him say this, Duan Dinglan and Old Lady Song looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Fortunately, that's the case.
Song Xiaoliu rarely does such unreasonable things. If he is not disciplined, who knows what he will feed his sister next time when they are not looking.
If we really wait until that time comes and take action after something happens, I'm afraid it will be too late to say anything.
"Stinky boy, don't feed Xiao Qi anything weird, otherwise she will have to spend the New Year in the hospital. Do you want that?"
Who would have thought that Song Xiaoliu burst into tears immediately after hearing such words.
He sobbed and said, "Xiaoliu didn't want his sister to go to the hospital. I didn't mean to do that."
Whether it is a son or a daughter, for Duan Dinglan, both are flesh and blood.
She couldn't help but talk about love in front of Old Madam Song:
"Mom, you know Xiaoliu is definitely not a naughty kid. Don't be angry. Just tell me to say a few words to him. He will definitely not do it again next time."
"You're his mother, so he'll naturally listen to you. I know you're kind, but Xiao Qi's affairs can't be taken lightly."
"Mom, I understand."
Old Mrs. Song was also anxious to go to the neighboring county to do odd jobs, so she didn't have much time to waste.
She went to the side room and told Song Laoliu a few words, asking him not to tire Duan Dinglan, and then left the Song family.
Inside the house, Song Xiaoliu tugged at the corner of Duan Dinglan's clothes and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I will never bring random food to my sister again."
Um?
Not bringing it anymore?
So what does she plant?
Without waiting for her to express her dissatisfaction.
Duan Dinglan had already gently rubbed Song Xiaoliu's head:
"Silly child, you are my mother's child. I know you did this because you feel sorry for your sister and want to give her good food."
After a pause, seeing that Song Xiaoliu looked a little more relaxed, he continued to say to him:
"But my sister is still a little kid. She can't eat these things. After a while, Xiaoliu can still bring food to her. She will be very happy."
I have to say that this mother is really good at coaxing her children.
Just a few words could ease the guilt in Song Xiaoliu's heart, and would not create any estrangement between him and herself.
Her mother is so nice!
Duan Dinglan went to cook, and Song Xiaoliu obediently helped her in the kitchen.
Song Rushuang was the only one left in the room again. She quickly grabbed the small lump of rice and went into the space.
With great anxiety in her heart, she planted the rice in the field.
At the same time, she was praying to God.
If this time can be the same as the winter dates last time, then in the future, if you want to get other crops, you won’t need to get the original plant.
This way, there are fewer limitations.
After a while, she saw her father coming out of the side room.
Without even glancing at her, he put on his coat and walked straight out of the house.
…
Song Rushuang frowned. When her grandmother passed away, she clearly heard what she said to her father.
Song Laoliu agreed quite well.
He also talked about taking care of Duan Dinglan.
As a result, not long after she left, her father put on his clothes and prepared to go out.
Duan Dinglan, who was busy in the kitchen, called out:
"Master, the meal is ready. If you want to go out, you should eat first."
Song Laoliu frowned slightly: "No, I'm not used to it either, you guys can eat it by yourselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't care what Duan Dinglan said anymore, he just walked out the door as if he didn't hear it.
Song Rushuang's brows furrowed even more. What did her father mean by this?
If I was too tired yesterday, will I be tired today too?
Then why was he so perfunctory towards them?
From the inside out, he seemed to be resisting returning to this home that belonged to him.
What on earth happened to cause him to change like this?
While eating, Duan Dinglan sat at the table holding Xiaoqi.
After Song Laoliu left, she looked melancholy and was absent-minded from time to time, and no one knew what she was thinking about.
Song Rushuang saw that the corners of her eyes were red, and she must have cried behind their backs in the kitchen.
Suddenly a distinct gurgling sound was heard in the house.
She stared at Duan Dinglan's belly nervously, her expression as solemn as that of a little old lady.
"What's wrong with our Xiaoqi? Is he hungry?"
She wasn't hungry, but Duan Dinglan must be.
Song Xiaoliu had said before that all the remaining food in the house had been cooked.
It seems that Duan Dinglan gave the only bowl of rice to his son.
There is a dining table but no food to eat.
What kind of human suffering is this?
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