Ding Ba's butt hurt terribly. He rubbed it with a grumbling expression and limped over to the sofa. When he saw that it was a single sofa, he became furious. He was a tall guy of 180 cm, how was he supposed to sleep on this?
"Throw a blanket out here!"
Ding Ba limped to the door again, trying to suppress his anger and speak politely, but there was no response from inside. Frustrated, he called out again.
Miao Tianxiong was almost asleep. Since becoming pregnant, her spirits had changed drastically. She wished she could sleep for 20 hours a day, and she could fall asleep as soon as she touched the bed. She was awakened by Ding Ba's ghostly cries, and Miao Tianxiong was immediately furious.
She pulled a gleaming dagger from under her pillow, rushed to the door with murderous intent, and as soon as she opened it, she held the dagger to Ding Ba's neck, saying, "If you yell again, I'll kill you!"
What she hates most is someone howling like a ghost while she's sleeping; in the past, she would have killed them long ago.
Ding Ba was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He begged, "Give me a blanket. The sofa is too small. I can't sleep on it. I'll have to sleep on the floor."
"Sleep naked!"
Miao Tianxiong replied coldly, slammed the door shut, and yawned several times. He was so sleepy that he didn't have time to get a blanket. Anyway, it wasn't winter, so he wouldn't freeze to death if he slept naked all night.
Back in bed, Miao Tianxiong yelled at the door again, "Say it again and I'll cut your tongue off!"
Ding Ba was so frightened that he shut his mouth tightly, his eyes were moist, and he felt so wronged that he wanted to find Gong Yi and cry right now. The old man had found him not a wife, but a female devil!
He lay on the floor, feeling wronged. It was May, and the nights were quite cool. The floor was icy cold, chilling him to the bone. Sleeping like that for one night would definitely give him a bad cold. Ding Ba had no choice but to get up, push the two single sofas together, and curl up in a pitiful position, looking like a shrimp.
A crowded courtyard in a lane in Pingjiang.
This is an old Shikumen house, four stories high, housing dozens of families, mostly from the city's lower class, with all sorts of professions: selling breakfast, shining shoes, repairing bicycles, emptying chamber pots...
It was already past midnight, and most people were still asleep, but a few houses had their dim lights on. The old woman who cooked during the day lived in a small room on the first floor. She had already gotten up, wearing an apron and a hat. Although the room was small, it was neatly arranged and the windows were bright and clean, which was in stark contrast to the crowded and noisy courtyard.
An old woman is steaming glutinous rice and preparing side dishes. She will push the rice out to sell breakfast as soon as it gets light. She sells porcelain rice balls, one of the most popular breakfast foods in Pingjiang.
Half a fried dough stick is sandwiched in soft, sticky rice, along with some steamed, glossy black preserved mustard greens. Wrapped in gauze and squeezed firmly, a solid rice ball is made. It's economical, filling, and the people of Pingjiang love to eat these porcelain rice balls.
Huizi (hereafter referred to as Huizi) makes porcelain rice balls, but she has improved them by adding more side dishes. While others use preserved mustard greens, she can fry eggs, bacon, and other side dishes. In addition, her stall is clean and tidy. Even though it is one or two cents more expensive than others, her business is still booming. Every morning she can sell a large bucket of glutinous rice, and the money she earns is just enough to support her and her daughter.
If Pearl's condition hadn't worsened, she wouldn't have made that dish.
Huizi glanced at her daughter lying on the bed, her heart filled with worry. She hoped her daughter could pull through this time. If Zhu'er were gone, she really wouldn't have the courage to keep going!
I have no will to live!
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