But Qin Xue slapped him away: "You are so clumsy, don't hurt my brother!"
Qin Xia was not annoyed, but just looked at his cute brother and smiled foolishly.
He is the second child born to Xie Yuwei and is a little over a year younger than Qin Xue.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Qin Han began to pretend to sleep again. The two people talking so close to him made his head hurt.
Xie Yuwei wiped Qin Han's body three times in a row, and the bad smell on his body disappeared.
Qin Han, who was naked, still felt a little awkward and could only continue to pretend to sleep to ease the embarrassment.
Fortunately, there are not many impurities in the baby's body, otherwise the bad smell on the body would drift outside the yard.
Without anyone to disturb him, Qin Han entered the Qiankun Realm again and began to meditate and practice.
Near noon, Zhang Xiumei and Zhao Lu borrowed six kilograms of rice and twelve kilograms of brown rice from their mother's homes respectively.
In this pre-intelligent age, everyone’s life was limited to having enough food to eat.
Even if we live a better life, we should still save money for our children’s schooling.
Even this little bit of rice was scraped out from the teeth of the two daughters-in-law's mother.
Old Mrs. Qin was afraid that the third son would come back and see the rice and have some bad thoughts, so she kept some for cooking porridge and locked the rest in the cabinet in the room.
However, with so many people to feed at home, this amount of food would not last for many days even if they only had porridge for every meal.
She only hoped that her bracelet could be exchanged for more money, otherwise she wouldn't know how to spend the New Year.
At noon, she cooked a big pot of porridge by mixing rice with brown rice. The side dish was dried radish that she had dried before, which was fried with chili powder and had a fragrant aroma.
However, Grandma Qin still served some dried radishes without chili peppers because the children at home were young and Xie Yuwei couldn't eat spicy food.
Since Xie Yuwei was still in confinement, there were no eggs or meat at home.
Old Mrs. Qin could only give her a bowl of the thickest porridge to fill her up.
"Mom, you're old, you should eat it yourself!" Xie Yuwei refused. All the food in the house had been stolen by her husband, so how could she have the nerve to drink the thickest porridge?
"Your mother told you to eat, so just eat!" Old man Qin picked up a bowl of thinner porridge, turned it left and right along the rim of the bowl, and drank it slowly.
Since the family had run out of food, no one was in the mood to talk, and the dozen or so children understood what was going on and stopped making a fuss.
Only from time to time could be heard the crisp sound of chewing dried radish.
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