"Why are you still wearing old clothes? Where are your new clothes?" Song Jinxiu asked when she saw Liu Ankang still wearing his patched cotton jacket.
Liu Ankang pointed to the storage room. Song Jinxiu went in and saw that all the things she bought that day were there.
"You are the spendthrift. Fortunately, I didn't buy anything that would spoil easily, otherwise you would have gotten sick from being cooped up for the past few days." Song Jinxiu was so angry that she laughed.
"Oh, my fruit, have you taken out the fruit?" Song Jinxiu asked quickly.
Liu Ankang nodded and pointed to the cellar.
"That's more like it, but haven't you eaten in the past few days?" Song Jinxiu asked.
Liu Ankang shook his head. He knew Song Jinxiu liked to eat fruit, so he left it alone and left it for her to eat.
"Do you cook two eggs for yourself every morning?" Song Jinxiu asked again.
Liu Ankang nodded.
"That's good, I thought you wouldn't dare to move anything when I'm not around.
Remember, this is our home, you can eat whatever you want.
Be more comfortable and don't be so reserved. Of course, you're still a child and you can't touch anything dangerous."
However, Song Jinxiu discovered that Liu Ankang basically did not touch anything in the house except what she gave him.
Liu Ankang nodded.
There was a different feeling spreading, and no one had ever said this to him before.
In the past, adults always locked things tightly, not just for him, but for all children.
So he never thought about getting what to eat by himself. He just ate whatever the adults gave him.
Now someone tells him that this is his home and he can eat whatever he wants.
This is a very novel feeling. Is this what home feels like?
Song Jinxiu told him to wash the clothes and wear them after they were dry.
Let's dry the cotton jacket and trousers in the sun tomorrow. They can be worn after two days.
Liu Ankang touched his brand new cotton-padded jacket and was a little reluctant to wear it.
How long has it been since you last wore new clothes? I seem to have forgotten.
Anyway, the friends around me are the same as me, with patches all over the place.
The two walked side by side on the path, preparing to go to Aunt Cuihua's house for dinner.
"Uncle Village Chief, I come to bother you again." Song Jinxiu said to the village chief embarrassedly.
It seems like I'm bothering others every few days.
"It's no problem. It's more fun with more people." The village chief was smoking his big pipe again.
"Who is this?" Song Jinxiu looked at a young man next to her. He looked a bit like the village chief. They should be father and son.
"This is my son, you can just call him Brother Dazhu." The village chief introduced.
"Hello, Brother Dazhu." Song Jinxiu greeted him sweetly.
This was the first time Song Jinxiu met the village chief's son. He was a strong man and looked very honest.
The other party responded without saying anything else.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so Song Jinxiu hid in the kitchen to chat with Aunt Cuihua.
In the evening, Aunt Cuihua cooked a pot of lean meat porridge for her.
It’s porridge again. Song Jinxiu is a little afraid of eating it recently.
Looking at the tortilla on the table, he quietly stretched out his left hand.
Her left hand's fingers weren't as badly injured, so they weren't bandaged. She could still hold small objects, but her right hand was completely damaged.
I've been eating with a spoon in my left hand lately.
Song Jinxiu took a bite and found it was not as soft and delicate as she had imagined. Instead, it had a rough texture and no sweetness.
This is not the tortilla I imagined.
"Are you not used to the food?" asked Aunt Cuihua.
"No. Auntie, the pancakes you make are delicious, even better than mine. We usually eat this too.
It's a good opportunity for me to learn and try to make it tastier next time." Song Jinxiu said, then took another bite and slowly began to eat.
Liu Ankang just wanted to hold his forehead with his hand. His acting was so bad, it looked so fake.
In addition to the tortillas, some vegetables were also stir-fried.
Song Jinxiu kicked An An and gave him a look.
An An picked up Song Jinxiu's chopsticks and picked up some vegetables for her.
Song Jinxiu put the greens into her mouth with a spoon. The greens were fine; they tasted just like greens.
The oil should be very little, so that it tastes original. Fortunately, the salt is still appropriate.
If there is no salt, then just cook the vegetables in water.
At the dinner table, everyone was eating with big mouthfuls. Aunt Cuihua had been with Song Jinxiu for a few days and was already used to her eating in small bites.
Niu Dan was a little curious. It was the first time he saw someone eating so slowly.
Do I have to eat so slowly if my hands are injured? That's terrible. I must protect my hands.
Niu Dan finished the porridge in his bowl. There was meat in the white rice porridge, so he wanted to eat two more bowls.
Dazhu was also a little curious and looked at Song Jinxiu several times in a subtle way.
She is so pretty, fair and clean, and eats very politely.
Is this true for city people? They're definitely different from country people.
These days, Song Jinxiu has been eating at Aunt Cuihua's house.
Only then did I realize that everyone eats two meals a day! Luckily, they both had milk and eggs in the morning.
During this special period, Liu Ankang had no choice but to pour hot water. Song Jinxiu asked him to fill only half a pot of water at a time so that it would not be so heavy.
Put it on the ground when making milk powder, which can save a lot of effort.
She also saw what everyone ate.
For breakfast, I have brown rice with some stewed vegetables because I'm busy during the day. Every two or three days, I have a meat meal, but it's more vegetables than meat.
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