Chapter 43: A good cook cannot cook without rice

Zhou Xiaohua was in Jiang Rou's warm embrace, listening to her gentle comfort, and her tears finally stopped slowly.

But she cried too hard and hiccuped constantly.

Jiang Rou stood up holding Zhou Xiaohua, who was curled up in a ball, patted her back gently, and looked around.

The house looked like it had been swept.

All the basins and bowls that were placed around last night to collect rain water have been put away.

There was no disgusting smell of vomit in the room, and the floor was also clean.

Even the quilt was neatly folded.

It must have been Zhao Guifen who helped clean it up.

Jiang Rou kept this kindness in her heart.

She looked at Da Huzi and Er Huzi who were still standing there in a daze, opened the cupboard, and grabbed a handful of White Rabbit milk candies.

There is really nothing good in this house.

Fortunately, she still had some White Rabbit milk candy left from the one she bought in the system space a few days ago.

Jiang Rou generously gave them all to Da Huzi and Er Huzi and asked them to take them.

"You are called Da Huzi and Er Huzi, right?"

Da Huzi and Er Huzi were stunned and stared at Jiang Rou blankly.

They originally thought Zhou Xiaohua was pretty enough, but the aunt in front of them... was even prettier.

She is so white!

She has such a gentle smile!

Jiang Rou is a typical southern girl, with a slim and slender figure. She has a gentleness that radiates from the inside out, and even speaks in a soft voice.

She is completely different from Zhao Guifen, a bold and straightforward northern woman.

That's why Da Huzi and Er Huzi were stunned for a moment.

"Um……"

Da Huzi spoke in a daze.

Jiang Rou smiled gently and gave soft instructions.

"Take these candies and eat them slowly at home. Thank you for staying with Xiaohua and helping me take care of her. Xiaohua is young and timid, and she didn't mean to not want to play with you. When I have time later, I will bring Xiaohua to your house and let her play with you, okay?"

Jiang Rou was an adult after all, and she could see through the two boys' psychology at a glance.

She said so.

Da Huzi and Er Huzi immediately laughed happily.

Erhuzi was a newborn bull who was not afraid of tigers. He said loudly, "Then we have a deal. You must bring Xiaohua with you!"

"Okay, we have a deal."

Jiang Rou nodded solemnly and promised.

After hearing this, Da Huzi and Er Huzi went back happily with candies in their hands.

As soon as they leave.

Zhou Xiaohua had almost cried enough.

Jiang Rou poured hot water, soaked the towel, and gently wiped Zhou Xiaohua's tear-stained face.

"How come my good little Hua has turned into a dirty little cat again? She has become ugly..."

"Xiaohua, are you worried about your brother? He's fine now. He's getting better after seeing the doctor..."

"Dad has gone to pick up my brother. He will be home tomorrow, so don't cry or be afraid anymore, Xiaohua..."

Zhou Xiaohua felt the warm temperature on her face and listened to Jiang Rou's soft and soothing voice, and slowly relaxed her body.

Only when she mentioned Zhou Xiaochuan would she clench her fingers nervously.

"It's okay. My brother is just sick. He will be fine after seeing a doctor."

Jiang Rou said again, trying her best to make Zhou Xiaohua understand the matter.

Washed my face and wiped my hands.

Zhou Xiaohua's eyes are red and swollen, but she is still a cute little girl.

She was just afraid that Jiang Rou would disappear again.

No matter where Jiang Rou went, she would follow closely behind her like a little tail.

From time to time, the little hands would grab Jiang Rou's clothes.

Jiang Rou knew that the little girl lacked a sense of security, so she let her follow and even slowed down her pace intentionally so that Zhou Xiaohua could still keep up with her short legs.

In the kitchen.

Jiang Rou bought a lot of supplies at the supply and marketing cooperative at the dock, and there were still a lot left, enough to feed their family of four for ten days to half a month.

The remaining two pounds of pork belly were still hanging on the ceiling of the kitchen.

There is no shortage of food.

But Jiang Rou was a little worried.

When she was purchasing these things, she didn't expect Zhou Xiaochuan to suddenly fall ill.

There was enough food, but it was all common items and had little nutritional value for the patients.

Zhou Xiaochuan suffered from food poisoning and acute gastroenteritis, so he must take good care of his stomach.

After all, if such a young child has stomach problems now, he will suffer from it for the rest of his life.

The best food for nourishing the stomach is millet porridge.

But Jiang Rou doesn't have Xiaomi right now.

She also used the remaining balance in the system space to buy children's fever-reducing patches. The balance in the Taoduoduo Mall account was 0.24 yuan.

With this little money, I can't even buy half a pound of millet.

Jiang Rou pondered the current predicament and carefully considered where to get some millet.

Xiaomi is a hot commodity in this day and age, and most people simply can't afford it.

This is especially true on their island, where transportation is inconvenient and supplies are scarce.

Like Zhao Guifen, Lin Yulan...

These wives of military dependents mainly buy things that are inexpensive and good quality and practical for daily use, and they would not be so extravagant as to want to buy Xiaomi.

There is definitely no way to borrow from them.

Now he has a frown on his face and is worried.

Suddenly, an idea struck me.

She thought of someone.

——Song Qingqian.

An outlier in this military compound, a true capitalist lady.

In the original text, in order to highlight Song Qingqian's inability to fit in, unwillingness to endure hardships, and reluctance to integrate into the surrounding environment, the author used a lot of words to describe how Song Qingqian spent money lavishly after marrying He Donglai.

She said she just liked to eat expensive and delicate things, loved millet, loved refined rice, loved red dates, and even wanted to drink coffee.

When Jiang Rou read the article, she felt that He Donglai had never said a word about Song Qingqian's spending.

How come according to the author's words, just wanting to eat better has become an unforgivable mistake?

Jiang Rou recalled her brief encounter with Song Qingqian at the dock yesterday.

She looked up at the pork belly hanging in the air and made a plan in her mind.

…

Five minutes later.

Jiang Rou walked to the front, followed by a short girl named Zhou Xiaohua.

The mother and daughter walked to the house of Song Qingqian and He Donglai.

The houses of each family in the military compound are the same, small bungalows, large courtyards, and separate washrooms.

Jiang Rou stood outside the yard and looked inside for a few seconds.

There was nothing planted in Song Qingqian's yard, no vegetables, no flowers.

But the yard was very clean and the ground was flat.

There were strong winds and heavy rains last night, and there were bound to be some fallen leaves and branches, as well as fallen objects in every yard.

But there was not even a speck of debris in Song Qingqian's yard.

Obviously, someone had cleaned it up.

Could this person be He Donglai?

The men who were serving in the army were still in the barracks. The overnight storm had a greater impact on the barracks, and many places needed to be repaired and tidied up.

In the entire military compound, no man was seen coming back.

Then it’s not He Donglai.

It can only be...Song Qingqian?!

As a high-ranking rich lady, would she also tidy up the yard and clean up the fallen leaves and branches? !