The dinner was still the big meat buns with shepherd's purse and vermicelli, but there was also porridge cooked by Ah Chou, not white porridge. It was vegetable porridge with a handful of shepherd's purse and vermicelli added. It was not difficult to cook, and it was almost the same as white porridge. Just add a spoonful of salt before serving, but the taste was much better than white porridge.
It's not like Zhong Mingwei hasn't eaten salty porridge before. Mushroom and shredded chicken porridge. Yam and pork ribs porridge, raw fish slice porridge, a small casserole of porridge. The cook can cook for most of the day, but it's obvious that the salty porridge made by Ah Chou is different from the previous ones, simple and light. Zhong Mingwei drank two bowls. He still felt a little unsatisfied, but looking at the big buns on the plate, he decided to save some space for the big stuffing buns.
I don't know if she still cares about the incident of crawling under the quilt at noon. Ah Chou obviously behaved a lot better. She fed Zhong Mingwei two buns bit by bit. They didn't say much. When she picked up the third bun, Zhong Mingwei was busy shaking his head. He really couldn't eat any more. Ah Chou stuffed the bun into her mouth.
"Do you live in the kitchen at night?" After swallowing the bun in his mouth, Zhong Mingwei asked the question that had been in his mind for several days. During the day, when Ah Chou said that he always woke up from the cold in the woodshed at Duan's house, Zhong Mingwei began to feel distressed. At this time, when he saw the grass on Ah Chou's hair, he felt even more distressed.
"Ah? Yes." Achou nodded.
"Clean up the side room and live there instead of in the kitchen," Zhong Mingwei whispered. He didn't really want to say this but couldn't hold it back any longer. "Sleep against the south wall. It'll be warm and you'll get some sun."
Ah Chou's heart warmed up and her eyes became a little moist. She hated herself for being so useless. She finished the bun in her mouth in two or three bites, then said with lowered eyebrows: "It's okay. The woodshed doesn't leak and the space is large. It's quite convenient for me to live here."
"Why don't you live in the room you have? Why would a girl live in the woodshed?" Zhong Mingwei was a little annoyed and spoke a little aggressively. "Look at you, there's grass in your hair all day long, and you smell like cooking oil. What girl is like you?"
"Oh, really?" Ah Chou was so busy that she put down her bowl and chopsticks and fumbled in her hair. She found a piece of grass. She pinched the grass a little embarrassedly and said, "Then I... I will go and clean up the side room in a few days."
"As soon as possible." Zhong Mingwei couldn't bear to see her droopy look, so he turned his head away and faced the wall. He was a little angry, angry at himself, angry that he could do nothing but order people around. He was also angry that he was a grown man in his thirties, but was always moved by a little girl in her teens.
Ah Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he said nothing and then brought out all the bowls and chopsticks.
When she reached the main hall, Ah Chou stopped. She walked towards the side room, gently pushed open the door, and looked at the empty side room except for a few large wooden boxes. She was so worried that her brows were wrinkled into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
This side room doesn’t even have a bed. How is she supposed to live in it?
well!
May 12, 2013
Ningguta
Achou had to go down the mountain again. There was not much rice and flour left at home, so she had to go down the mountain to buy food and some meat and vegetables. In fact, there were still plenty of shepherd's purse and dandelions on the mountain. She also loved to eat wild vegetables, but she couldn't let Zhong Mingwei eat wild vegetables every day. That day in the clinic, the doctor told him that patients like him should not go hungry.
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