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"What should we do with this Vermilion Bird? Just leave it at our house?" Fang Qiao asked. "It's so precious, do you think the factory would be willing to let it stay?"
“The factory is unwilling, but there’s nothing they can do. It’s a divine bird; you can’t just confine it. The only way to keep it is to go along with it,” Cheng Baidong said. “However, it hatched because of my blood essence, and it also saved me, so there’s a karmic bond between us. Unless we push it too far, it won’t leave anytime soon.”
Fang Qiao understood.
This Vermilion Bird may be small, but it has a powerful background. It looks harmless, but it's actually quite dangerous.
"In that case, let it stay at our house. Anyway, it can understand human speech, it's smart and clever, and we don't need to take special care of it. It's just a matter of feeding it one more meal."
Fang Qiao thought it would be an easy thing, but after a few days, she regretted what she had said.
Because this Vermilion Bird has an enormous appetite!
It eats more than Cheng Baidong, a grown man!
By the latter part of each month, the family's food supplies were already running low, requiring careful budgeting. With the addition of a Vermilion Bird with an enormous appetite, the rice bin and flour sacks were consumed even faster, and by the 20th of the month, the food was already gone.
Helpless, Fang Qiao could only take out the spirit rice produced in her space as a temporary measure.
The spirit rice is rich in spiritual energy, but the taste is just average. Moreover, some family members have had some "acclimatization problems". When she first took it out to eat last year, Xiao Jing came out covered in black mud after eating it, which scared her so much that she cried for half the night, thinking that she had a terminal illness.
From then on, Fang Qiao dared not openly take out the spirit rice to eat. At most, she would pinch a small amount with her fingers and mix it with ordinary rice when cooking.
An'an frequently travels between the inside and outside of the space, so she doesn't react much to the little bit of spiritual energy in the spiritual rice. However, the spiritual rice doesn't taste as good as ordinary rice, so she doesn't like it and always spits it out when it's fed to her.
Half a bag of spirit rice, which lasted for half a year, was still mostly left, so it was all fed to the Vermilion Bird.
The little Vermilion Bird also disliked the taste of the rice, but this rice had spiritual energy that ordinary rice did not. Although it disliked that the rice was not fragrant enough, it still ate it all up, bite by bite.
However, there wasn't much spirit rice, and the little Vermilion Bird finished it after a few meals. So the spirit rice was replaced with mixed grains, and the cornbread was replaced with wild vegetable buns.
It was mealtime again, and the little Vermilion Bird flew to its special little dining chair and sat down. As soon as it saw the dishes on the table, it began to droop its head and sigh.
After spending some time together, Xiaojing was no longer afraid of it. She even found it quite amusing to watch it be picky about food like a child.
Cheng Baidong pretended not to notice the little red bird's gloom, broke the wild vegetable bun into small pieces and placed them on the plate in front of it, saying, "Why aren't you eating? Aren't you hungry?"
Little Vermilion Bird glanced at him and sighed resentfully.
Cheng Baidong ignored it, patted the crumbs in his hand, and urged it, "Don't just stand there, eat up."
The little Vermilion Bird's sigh grew louder.
Cheng Baidong was sly and mischievous, and Fang Qiao couldn't help but laugh. Then she explained to Xiao Zhuque, "We implement a planned economy here, which means that everyone's food is rationed each month. There's only so much, and once it's gone, there's nothing left."
She said tactfully, "You have a slightly larger appetite, so the food you're eating this month is going through a bit faster. To get through the last few days of the month, I'm sorry to trouble you for a little while. Just eat some wild vegetables and cornbread. It'll be better next month. We can cook meat again next month when we get the ration coupons."
Little Zhuque has also learned these past few days that the people in this place are not wealthy, and they have to be careful with their money even when it comes to food.
It could understand, but as a picky eater, it couldn't help feeling frustrated.
An'an, who was standing next to her, handed the little Zhuque a piece of cake, saying, "Niao, Niao, eat, eat."
"It's a sparrow~ sparrow~" Little Vermilion Bird corrected.
An'an repeated: "Niao~ Niao~"
Little Vermilion Bird sighed helplessly, "So be it, it's all the same."
Anyway, that's not its name.
An'an fed the little red sparrow the cookie again: "Niao Niao~ eat~"
She was very stubborn, as if she would keep feeding the little bird if it refused to eat.
Fang Qiao smiled and said, "Here you go, An'an. That's a potato and egg pancake, it's tastier than wild vegetable buns."
The little red pheasant didn't intend to snatch the child's food, but since the child's beautiful mother had spoken, it had no choice but to 'reluctantly' tilt its neck forward and take the little biscuit.
Smack smack, it tastes really good.
When An'an saw the little Vermilion Bird eat the cake she had given it, she clapped her hands and laughed happily, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes curving like crescent moons.
Little Zhuque's heart softened, and she lowered her head to eat the steamed bun on the plate.
After dinner, Cheng Baidong went to work. Fang Qiao and Xiao Jing cleaned up the table together. In the short time it took to turn around, Xiao Zhuque had disappeared.
"Huh?" Xiao Jing scratched her head: "Where's Little Vermilion Bird?"
An'an pointed to the sky: "Fly, fly."
Fang Qiao said, "They've probably gone out to play. Don't worry about it."
The little Vermilion Bird goes out for a short stroll every day, probably to familiarize itself with its surroundings.
After packing up, Fang Qiao started to coax the children to take a nap.
Taking care of children is exhausting, especially since the eldest, An'an, is still young, and the second and third children are twins. All three children are very attached to their mother, and I have to hold one after another. There is never a moment to rest. After a morning, my arms are sore all over.
So when the child fell asleep, Fang Qiao also slept for a while.
I slept until mid-afternoon.
Fang Qiao looked out the window and saw that the sun was no longer scorching. So she fed the two children, made half a bowl of rice cereal for An'an, and called Xiao Jing to go out and bask in the sun together.
As she was leaving, Fang Qiao felt like she had forgotten something. After thinking about it for a while without finding anything, she closed and locked the door.
After going out for a walk and returning home without seeing any sign of Little Vermilion Bird, I finally remembered.
She asked Xiaojing, "Has Little Vermilion Bird not returned since it went out at noon?"
Xiao Jing didn't notice either. She paused for a moment when she heard Fang Qiao's question, thought for a while, and then nodded: "It seems so."
Fang Qiao frowned, thinking: This is not right. Little Zhuque has never been out for such a long time before.
Little Zhuque still hadn't returned by the time Tian Tian got out of the nursery class in the afternoon.
Sweetie hovered around Fang Qiao, asking repeatedly, "Auntie, where's Niaoniao? Why isn't Niaoniao home?"
An'an, whose speech was still somewhat halting, followed behind Tian Tian, muttering, "Niao~ Niao~"
Even the most carefree person can't withstand being nagged like this, let alone Fang Qiao, who was already having doubts.
She couldn't help but feel a little worried.
The little red pheasant hasn't returned yet. Could it have been caught by bird catchers?
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