Huo Xiaolong got up, groaning and whimpering.
This body is hard to adapt to; it's stiff when I get up. Who wouldn't get up at six in the morning? She still has to get up for training.
She looked down at her small arms and legs, then lay back down.
The woman snuggled into Cen Ang's bed. She had just finished arranging things at the brothel and was now resting at Fengyue Tower, where she could finally get a good night's sleep.
Feeling a soft, fluffy child snuggle up to him, Cen Ang pulled her into his arms and patted her gently.
Huo Xiaolong just felt that things were already like this, and Tuanzi's eyes were wide open as she stared at Cen Ang.
She was breathing heavily, even though she was sound asleep, but she kept clapping her hands.
Is this how all mothers are?
That was really tough.
Unable to resist the woman's loving pats, Huo Xiaolong closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
I fell asleep, and when I woke up again, I was hungry.
Actually, there was milk on the table, kept warm by a small stove. The child always knows to eat, but Huo Xiaolong didn't watch over him, and he worked so hard.
Getting out of bed was exhausting for the child. When they got out of bed, their little legs were still dangling on the bed, unable to reach the ground. They would lightly touch the ground with their toes, but there was still nowhere to put their feet down.
In the end, she made the heartless decision to jump.
She pushed the door open softly, and with a creak, Long'er, wrapped in her clothes, darted out little by little.
The little dumpling turned and walked towards the kitchen. It was very cold. It was early spring, but early spring in Northeast China... wasn't much different from winter.
Huo Xiaolong arrived at the kitchen door and saw Er Ya on duty there. Someone had to stay in the kitchen of Fengyue Tower in case the girls got hungry during the day and wanted to eat.
Er Ya propped her face up with one hand, leaning against the stove to warm herself by the fire, feeling drowsy.
The little girl knew that this older sister was also busy until very late at night.
Just then, there were some hot steamed buns on the stove, and she didn't stand on ceremony, picking them up and starting to eat.
There were some pickled vegetables next to her, but her teeth weren't very strong anymore, so she couldn't bite them and just licked them.
Licking a bite of pickled vegetables and taking a bite of steamed bun, Huo Xiaolong thought to himself, "This white steamed bun is better than the one with additives in my previous life."
Er Ya was woken up by Huo Xiaolong's labored breathing. The child couldn't reach the pickled vegetables on the stove. The steamed buns were placed next to it, which she could reach by standing on tiptoe. The pickled vegetables were inside, and Huo Xiaolong was eating them while standing on a stool.
"Oh, Long'er, what are you doing? Why are you eating steamed buns? Hurry up, put them down, stop eating, let me get you some milk."
Er Ya wanted to take the steamed bun from the little girl's hand. The steamed buns in Biancheng were all big, and Huo Xiaolong had already eaten half of them in such a short time.
Er Ya had taken care of her younger siblings when she was little, and she knew that children shouldn't eat too much dry food, as it's easy for them to have indigestion. Besides, Huo Xiaolong was at most four years old. What family would eat half a steamed bun if their child was under four?
They eat pickled vegetables and steamed buns; even manual laborers don't eat this well.
"No, it's delicious."
"Even if it's delicious, you can't eat anymore. How about I make you some millet porridge?"
Huo Xiaolong felt that his brain capacity had shrunk since he transmigrated. He had just finished talking about his sister and mother last night, but he forgot about it after sleeping.
While she was in a daze, Er Ya took the steamed buns and pickled vegetables from her hands, and while scrubbing the pot with a small broom in one hand, she hugged Huo Xiaolong and lifted her down from the stool.
This kid, you'd think he'd be adventuring, but he's usually not very talkative.
You say you don't venture out, but people are standing next to the stove eating with stools in hand.
Seeing Er Ya's slightly plump waist from her busy work, Huo Xiaolong finally turned around, tugged at her clothes, and blushed with embarrassment as he called out.
"sister?"
"What's wrong, little sister?"
"sister?"
She found the title incredibly novel. This feeling—that she was her family in this world, that she would take care of her and love her—began with just one title.
"Yeah, I'm here. What's up? Didn't you eat enough?"
"Wait a minute, the porridge will be ready soon, little sister, just wait a bit longer."
She responded to every word and did everything for herself.
Huo Xiaolong felt like he had entered a new world. For the first time, he had never been so happy in both his lifetimes combined.
Her smile was brighter than the morning sun outside.
The little dumpling sat obediently around the stove, occasionally wanting to call Er Ya "sister".
"Sis, can we put pickled vegetables in the porridge?"
"able!"
"Sis, can I eat the rest of the steamed buns later?"
"cannot!"
"Sis, I need to go to the toilet first."
"OK."
Huo Xiaolong walked out of the kitchen, looked at the sun outside, which was golden yet bright red, and smiled at it.
I can finally laugh again.
I finally...
I have a family now.
I'm so happy!
Where no one was watching, the little dumpling walked towards the outhouse, wiping away tears as she went.
The atmosphere was sentimental, and somewhat heartbreaking.
However, greening is not allowed.
She had just come out of the toilet, still half asleep, when she saw Huo Xiaolong crying.
"Hey, what's wrong, sis? Why are you crying so early in the morning? Are you hungry? Do you want some milk or do you need to go to the toilet? Did you poop your pants or something? Tell me."
"I didn't undress."
Huo Xiaolong cried even harder. "Why should I, an adult, be humiliated by someone who pulls my pants?"
"Wow! I didn't poop, sis."
"Yeah, no, then why are you crying? Tell me!"
How should I put it?
So you said you were good to me, so I cried?
I'm so sorry.
What to do then? Let's make it up.
It's not like there's no one to take the blame.
Actually, the little dumpling had never lied before; this was her first time.
Huo Xiaolong buried his face in Huanlu's shoulder, humming and stuttering as he spoke:
"I just saw that person through the crack in the door."
Which one?
"That scoundrel from yesterday."
"Did he scare you to tears?"
Huanlv thought, "This is acceptable?"
You're just passing by, why are you scaring my little sister like that?
Huan Lü didn't think things through at all; she never considered whether Huo Xiaolong, who had threatened to attack someone with a kitchen knife yesterday, would actually be afraid of her.
How could a child like her lie?
She's just a child!
"Wait here, I'll tell Mom when you get up and she'll give it back to you."
"Yeah, sis."
"Shall I carry you back to your room for a nap now?"
Hehe, Huanlu is so happy now. If she takes the baby back to the dormitory, all the other girls will be so envious.
You know, so many people want to hold Long'er and sleep with her for a night, but they are restrained by Cen's mother's strict watch.
"No, sister, I'm not going to sleep anymore. I'm hungry. Sister Er Ya is making me some millet porridge."
"Then I'll go get a drink too."
Huo Xiaolong sniffled twice and asked:
"Sis, did you wash your hands after using the toilet?"
Huanlu wiped her face several times with her hands just now.
Huanlu felt a little embarrassed, rubbed her hands on her clothes, and said somewhat shyly:
"I forgot, I'll wash it right away."
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