Pulling herself back to reality, Chen Qingqing's gaze lingered on Xiaoyu's face for a moment, then she sighed softly.
No matter what he went through in the past, as long as he hasn't regained his memory, I will never abandon you.
"I'm not hungry, you eat, this bowl is for you too."
Little Fish was probably really hungry. After finishing two bowls of wontons, she still wasn't satisfied. She looked at Chen Qingqing with pleading eyes and said, "Wife, I want to eat more."
Chen Qingqing knew that, from a scientific point of view, people who have been starving for a long time should not be given too much food at once.
We must proceed gradually and return to a normal diet.
It is best to eat small, frequent meals to give your body enough time to adjust to the amount of food you are eating.
This not only avoids digestive problems and stomach discomfort, but also helps stabilize blood sugar levels.
This allows the body to absorb nutrients from food more efficiently.
Overeating can not only harm your health, but may also endanger your life.
This is also a real case that has occurred in the information age.
A college student died after his stomach ruptured due to extreme distension from eating continuously for several hours.
Another homeless man had not eaten for several days and was starving.
A kind person gave him a large meal, which he devoured and enjoyed to his heart's content.
However, after a hearty meal, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, lost consciousness, and ultimately lost his life.
Looking at Chen Xiaoyu's pitiful little eyes, she felt a pang of pity and spoke softly, as if coaxing a child.
"No, you've been hungry for too long. You can't eat too much at once, or you'll get sick. How about you eat later?"
Little Fish listened, and although she was very unwilling, she still obediently nodded, "I will listen to my wife."
After leaving the wonton stall, Chen Qingqing led him to the livestock market in the east of the town, hoping to buy a donkey that could pull a millstone.
There were many livestock for sale in the market, including old oxen that could no longer plow the fields, mules that could run errands and pull carts, and other livestock sellers, but I didn't see any donkeys for sale.
Using oxen to pull the millstone is definitely not feasible; it's too slow.
Using a mule to pull a millstone is a bit of a waste of its potential.
If we can't buy a donkey, it's too hard for Dad to push the millstone every day.
Chen Qingqing was a little anxious, but she had no other choice.
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I saw a group of people gathered not far away, and I could hear crying coming from them.
She wasn't particularly curious; everyone has their own difficulties, and she didn't want to meddle. She just wanted to get home as soon as possible.
But in the blink of an eye, she found that Chen Xiaoyu had already squeezed into the crowd. She called out twice, but Xiaoyu didn't hear her.
With no other option, he pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, saying, "Little Fish, let's go home."
"My dear wife, look, the old man is crying so pitifully. Can you help him?"
Chen Qingqing followed his gaze and saw that the person crying was an old man with gray hair and patched clothes, who was squatting on the ground, crying very sadly with snot and tears streaming down his face.
I wanted to pull Xiaoyu away, but seeing his pitiful appearance, my heart softened.
She stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa, why are you crying?"
The old man trembled all over, tears streaming down his face. "The donkey has changed?"
Chen Qingqing then noticed a emaciated donkey tied to a wooden stake next to the old man, which appeared to be blind in one eye.
She frowned, somewhat puzzled. "Isn't the donkey over there?"
The old man cried even harder, “That’s not my donkey. My donkey is fat and strong. This one isn’t mine. Someone else has swapped my donkey.”
Chen Qingqing asked her questions carefully and then she found out what had happened.
It turns out the old man came here to sell his donkey, intending to use the money to help his son get married.
I left early and didn't have time to eat, so I was thinking of grabbing something to eat. Dumplings were too expensive, meat buns were too dry, and fried dough sticks were too greasy...
After thinking it over and over but still not figuring it out, I decided to sell the donkey to buy food.
When I arrived at the livestock market, I saw a small restaurant inside. They had sesame seed cakes and meat soup. The meat soup was free, and the sesame seed cakes cost two coins each.
The old man's stomach was acting up; it was growling loudly with hunger.
Unable to resist any longer, he tied the donkey to the door and brought it into the shop.
I spent two coins to buy a sesame seed cake, and ate it with bowls of meat soup.
After eating and drinking their fill, they came out to find the donkey had changed. When it came, it was plump and round with shiny fur, but now it was skin and bones and had gone blind in one eye.
The old man realized that the donkey had been switched, and then he burst into tears.
Upon hearing the old man's story, Chen Qingqing frowned, her heart filled with indignation.
"Grandpa, don't worry, let's all think of a way to find your donkey."
She clasped her hands in a fist salute to the onlookers.
"Dear brothers and sisters, uncles and elders, this old man is really pitiful. Anyone who sees that his donkey has been replaced and provides information that leads to the old man's donkey, I am willing to give him one hundred coins as a reward."
People can't live without interests, and Chen Qingqing knew that there would be brave men for profit, and it was impossible for so many people to go unnoticed.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, a burly man said, "I just saw a man in his thirties, acting suspiciously, leading a fat donkey towards the street on the west side of town."
Chen Qingqing clasped her hands in thanks, "Thank you, brother. Once I find the old man's donkey, I will definitely keep my promise."
After saying that, he turned to the old man who was sitting on the ground crying and said, "Grandpa, stop crying. Let's go find your donkey."
"Girl, even if we know that the person who took my donkey went west, we probably still won't be able to find him."
"Grandpa, as the saying goes, an old horse knows the way, and an old donkey knows the way too. Let it go and we'll follow it. We'll definitely find your donkey."
"Even if we find him, what if he doesn't admit it?" The old man still had some concerns.
Chen Qingqing laughed and said, "Grandpa, don't worry. As long as we find the donkey, he won't dare to deny it. If he does, we'll report it to the authorities."
"Alright, I'll listen to you." The old man then stood up, untied the old donkey from the stake, and followed behind it.
The old donkey walked west along the street, and soon the group followed it to a secluded alley.
The old donkey walked into the alley and stopped in front of a dilapidated house, where there were some fresh donkey droppings.
Chen Qingqing knocked gently on the door, but no one answered.
She carefully pushed open the door and saw that the room was filled with clutter, and in the corner, a fat donkey was standing quietly.
"This is my donkey!" the old man exclaimed excitedly.
At this moment, a figure emerged from the shadows; it was Zhang San, who had secretly switched the donkeys.
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