There are three kids playing with rabbits.
They touched the furry little rabbit with their little hands, their cheeks flushed and their eyes squinted with smiles.
Not far from the three cubs was a chicken coop surrounded by a fence.
There are five or six big hens and a dozen fluffy chicks, and there are always chirping sounds in the chicken coop.
The sun sets.
The dim and warm sunlight shines in this ordinary courtyard.
The laughter of children and the crowing of hens blend together.
It has become a part of this cozy courtyard.
When Qiao Anle went into the small kitchen to get the rice porridge, Song Lingdang was sitting on a small stool, watching the scene in the yard.
Her pale face finally showed some warm color under the afterglow of the setting sun.
His eyes gazed silently and lovingly.
"The porridge is here, the porridge is here!"
Qiao Anle brought out a small bowl of hot rice porridge.
Place it on the small dining table and open the lid.
A wisp of hot air and the aroma of rice porridge wafted out.
This is not ordinary rice porridge. Qiao Anle used the most precious millet.
The rice porridge has a golden color, a sticky texture, and a layer of shiny light on it, which makes people's appetite increase at the first sight.
The aroma of rice porridge immediately attracted Sanzai's attention.
He tilted his head to look over, and when he saw the bowl of golden millet porridge, his eyes suddenly became bright.
Like a little wolf, he couldn't wait to pounce on him.
The second cub reached out and patted the third cub on the head.
He warned, "Third son, don't look at it. That's not for you to eat. Aunt Song is not in good health, and that's what mother made specially for Aunt Song."
"Sanzai knows! I didn't say I wanted to eat it, I just couldn't help but take one more look at it."
The third child pursed his lips in grievance and silently withdrew his eyes.
Although he is greedy, he has grown a lot after the dried chili pepper incident and has become more sensible.
I can no longer eat the fragrant millet porridge.
I can only try my best to hold the little rabbit in my arms.
Sanzai muttered to himself.
"Dear little rabbit, you have to grow up quickly! Then the three cubs can eat delicious rabbit meat."
Little Rabbit: Then I’d better not grow up!
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The other side.
On the small dining table.
Song Lingdang's eyes turned red from the heat of the millet porridge, and her face also felt warm.
Smells so good.
Since he left his parents, there is no one to cook him a hot meal, let alone millet porridge.
Lu Jianmin is a typical traditional man who thinks it is the job of women to cook, wash clothes and do housework.
Even after Song Lingdang became pregnant, all the housework in their family was done by Song Lingdang alone.
Later...
She had to stay in bed to protect the fetus.
Although Lu Jianmin seemed to care about Song Lingdang, he actually never cooked a hot meal for her. He just fed Song Lingdang the steamed buns distributed by the production team.
Under such conditions.
Song Lingdang really relied on her inner obsession and persistence to keep the baby in her belly.
What happened next...
Song Lingdang herself didn't want to recall it anymore.
Her eyes were slightly red and she picked up the small spoon beside her.
I took a light bite and tasted the fragrant millet porridge.
When I put it on the tip of my tongue, I tasted a slightly sweet taste.
Song Lingdang paused for a moment.
"It's brown sugar." Qiao Anle said with a smile, "I thought you probably like sweet food, so when I cooked the millet porridge, I added a little brown sugar. How is it? Does it taste okay?"
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