Angie, with her two little pigtails and rosy cheeks, was even cuter than some girls.
“Daddy isn’t hungry, Anji, you eat.” Anrong held Anji and sat him on his right leg.
Anji dared not move, afraid of touching the wound on his father's left leg.
Chestnut pastries are incredibly delicious. My mother buys them every time she comes back from town, but he can't bear to eat them and keeps them in the cupboard.
When his mother wasn't home, even if he was hungry, he would endure it and not eat.
We waited for my mother to come back so we could eat together, but every time I offered her food, she would say she wasn't hungry and wouldn't eat, telling me to eat by myself.
Father and Mother are the same.
Are they superheroes? How come they never get hungry?
However, he had a way to get his father to eat.
"Daddy, I bought these chestnut pastries a while ago. Can you taste them and see if they've gone bad?" Angie's eyes darted around, waiting for his father to take the bait.
An Rong actually believed it. He picked up a piece, smelled it, and found no strange smell. But then he was worried that it might be spoiled, so he took a bite. It was sweet, soft, and chewy, with no strange smell at all.
“It’s not bad, eat it.” An Rong ate the last bite and then picked up another piece for Anji.
Anji clapped his hands triumphantly: "Haha, Daddy's taken the bait!"
Seeing his smug smile, An Rong realized he had been tricked.
The little guy may be small, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
He looks just like his mother.
Yuan Doudou was standing in front of the stove, frying fish, when she suddenly sneezed twice.
First, think; second, scold; third, catch a cold.
It seems someone is talking badly about her behind her back.
Pan-fry the crucian carp until golden brown on both sides, sprinkle with soy sauce, pour in hot water to cover the fish, and bring to a boil over high heat.
She remembered that as soon as she got home, Wang Qiqiang brought over a bucket full of fish, including crucian carp and black carp. It turned out that her godmother had asked him to bring it over, saying that it would help with wound healing.
Yuan Doudou was so moved that her eyes reddened, and she was speechless with emotion.
Her godmother is so good to her.
Brother Wang is also a treasure. Even after being rejected to my face, he still treats me well as always.
Thinking about what she promised Aunt Dan, it seems I need to find an opportunity to talk to Brother Wang about it; I can't delay her.
In no time, braised crucian carp, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and loofah and egg soup were served.
"Anji, wash your hands and call your dad for dinner." Saying "your dad" sounds awkward and strange.
A feeling of unfamiliarity arose spontaneously.
An Rong heard this from inside the house, and a happy smile spread across her face.
She called out so naturally; perhaps three years really can completely change a person.
To take care of the wounded, Yuan Doudou moved the dining table to the bedside in the inner room, trying to keep An Rong from walking.
In hot weather, wounds are slow to heal and are prone to infection and inflammation.
Yuan Doudou cooked white rice and served An Rong a large bowl.
Seeing that he kept eating without picking at the food, Yuan Doudou guessed that he was used to the hardships he endured outside and rarely had such a sumptuous meal.
"Come on, eat fish." She felt sorry for An Rong. He had risked his life for three years outside, and when he returned, everything had changed.
My mother died, and my wife died too.
She decided to take the place of the original owner and take good care of An Rong.
Let him leave peacefully.
An Rong looked up and stared blankly at her.
What's wrong? Is there something on her face, or is she saying she's too beautiful and he's mesmerized by her beauty?
In reality, An Rong's thinking was rather simple.
It should be edible. When she was at the clinic, the food she cooked was quite delicious, even better than the cooks in the army.
But this fish looks so dark and doesn't look appetizing at all.
On second thought, he realized that the poison had already seeped into his internal organs, so why would he be afraid of the two fish on the plate?
Even if it were truly poisonous, he wouldn't care.
Eat up.
Even if it tastes terrible, it's still made by my wife.
An Rong gritted his teeth, gave a soft "hmm," and swallowed the fish whole. Before he could even taste it, it was gone.
"Anrong, you can't swallow fish whole, be careful not to get a fish bone stuck in your throat." Yuan Doudou was stunned, thinking that he hadn't eaten such delicious fish in a long time, which was why he was so impatient and swallowed it without even chewing it.
An Rong was about to say no when she suddenly felt something stuck in her throat, and a sharp pain shot through her.
"Is he really stuck?" Yuan Doudou asked, her face turning pale as she saw him clutching his neck.
That's really a jinx.
"Eat some food first, and try to swallow the bone." She thought of herself when she was a child and got a fish bone stuck in her throat, and she would always eat something dry.
An Rong did as instructed, took a big mouthful of rice, and swallowed it forcefully.
The rice was gone, but the fish bones were still there.
"Wait, I'll go get the vinegar." This is my last resort; it should work.
An Rong held a large jar of vinegar, his face full of rejection.
He dislikes sour tastes and rarely eats vinegar.
She actually wanted to drink the whole jar of vinegar herself, which is even more uncomfortable than getting a fishbone stuck in your throat.
"DouDou, can't you not drink?" he protested, his eyebrows furrowing.
Seriously? He's not afraid of bleeding, he's not afraid of his wounds opening up, but he's afraid of drinking vinegar?
"Whatever. You're the one who's stuck, and you're the one who's suffering," Yuan Doudou said calmly.
An Rong: ...
Well, she meant well. If he doesn't drink, he'll be ungrateful and let his wife down.
He said he would treat her well this time he came back and listen to her in everything.
An Rong closed his eyes, picked up the vinegar jar, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.
The sour, salty, and fermented smells rushed into my nose and straight to the top of my head.
It tastes even worse than I imagined.
Angie was stunned. Wow, Daddy is such a mighty warrior, even more powerful than Superman!
"Mother, Father is so brave!" he clapped his hands in praise.
Yuan Doudou was equally impressed and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
One second they're vehemently resistant, the next they're drinking it with their eyes closed.
She felt a pang of regret; vinegar was more expensive than meat, and it cost fifty coins to buy such a small jar.
He finished it all in a few gulps.
"How is it? Are the thorns gone?" Yuan Doudou asked hurriedly, also wanting to know if the vinegar could really dissolve the thorns.
An Rong swallowed hard, but the foreign object sensation he had felt earlier was gone.
Feeling uneasy, he ate another bite of rice, which he swallowed smoothly without experiencing any pain.
"That's all." He looked at Yuan Doudou in surprise. When did she learn so much?
Yuan Doudou smiled broadly, "It's good that it's gone."
Otherwise, all that vinegar she used would be wasted.
Angie exclaimed happily, "Wow, Mommy is so amazing!"
"Is it Daddy?"
An Rong nodded in agreement. In the past, he had truly underestimated her.
"Thank you."
Yuan Doudou was stunned; it was the first time she had heard him say thank you to her.
Look into his eyes; they are more sincere than pearls.
"We're all family, no need to be so polite." Yuan Doudou picked up a piece of tomato and ate it with her rice.
Seeing this, An Rong picked up a piece of egg and put it in her bowl, saying, "Eat more eggs to nourish your body."
She had lost a lot of weight when she came back this time. Her face, which was the size of a palm, had no extra fat at all, making her face look even smaller.
Her exposed wrists were so slender they could hardly be grasped, and even her hands looked small because they were so thin.
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