Fast through the cannon fodder, she shines brightly

Chapter 247 Widow (2)

Mu Wan thought of the little wolf cub and the poor goose girl just now, her forehead twitched slightly, and her defensive look didn't look like her own mother and child at all. Maybe it was because she had saved enough disappointment. Pudding, everyone else is still playing wildly on the slopes, Fang Cheng has already learned to carry the hoe, his small body, how can he hold it up.

The house I live in now is a three-room thatched hut, with a simple layout. A few holes in the roof let in light golden light. There are only tables and chairs in the main room, which is empty. It can be said that the house is bare.

The sun was shining outside, and the tall apricot tree next to the hut blocked part of the light. Mu Wan sat alone for a while, and the two children didn't come out to talk to her. She estimated that it was almost noon, so she went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

The kitchen was also empty. Mu Wan searched around and found that there was only a thin layer of brown rice left in the rice vat and only half a bag of coarse noodles in the small cabinet.

The remaining food could not last long, so she only grabbed a small handful of rice grains and washed them into the pot. She went to the vegetable patch in the yard and looked at them. There were several jagged cabbage plants, a row of green onions, a row of radishes, and nothing else. Gone.

She picked up two radishes, and there was no seasoning in the house, so she could only boil them in plain water, put some pickles, and sprinkle some chopped green onions.

There is nothing delicious, but when the rice grains are tumbling, the grains bloom, and the steam from the transpiration still has a clear fragrance.

She walked to the room on the far left and knocked on the door, "Chengzi, Niannian, it's time to eat."

Fang Cheng in the room pricked up his ears and was a little surprised. According to his usual habit, when he snatched the food back, his mother would mutter dissatisfiedly, how could she be so nice and angry.

He stroked the soft hair of his younger sister in his arms, his little brows were frowned, and he was a little puzzled.

Mu Wan was worried that he would not be angry, so she said, "Nian Nian may be hungry, come out and eat something."

Fang Cheng puffed his mouth, and when he heard eating, his stomach gurgled in response. Fang Nian also gnawed on his fingers, and he helped wipe off the drool. After hesitating for a while, he walked out the door.

Just looking at Mu Wan with cold eyes, he went to the main room silently.

The food, bowls and chopsticks were already set on the table, and there was light smoke, Fang Cheng's stomach growled even more cheerfully, and he shrugged his nose involuntarily, sniffing the fragrance.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Fang Nian whispered softly, like a thin cat, because his face was thin, his eyes looked bigger and brighter, ignorant, making people unable to bear it pity.

Mu Wan said comfortingly: "The rice is not hot anymore. Eat it quickly."

Fang Cheng sat on the stool and saw several bowls on the table. They were pure rice porridge, moist and white, with rice grains floating on the soup. He couldn't help but swallow, and a flash of desire flashed in his eyes.

He hasn't eaten this whole bowl of rice for a long time. Usually, he cooks rice bran, beans, sweet potatoes, or wild vegetables. Only Fang Nian, who is thin and thin, can eat a little porridge.

But when he thought of the little food left at home, the joy in his eyes faded, he squeezed the chopsticks tightly, looked at Mu Wan who was about to move the chopsticks, endured it, but still couldn't help saying: "There is almost nothing in the house." rice."

Mu Wan nodded indifferently, and Fang Cheng said coldly, "Next time, you can cook less and put more sweet potatoes to fill you up."

Thinking of the food that has not yet been settled, and remembering that his mother was going to give away the rest of the food before, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He didn't understand why his mother could be so generous. The food was pushed to those liars whose families were not poor, and he and his sister could only wait and see whether his mother had considered them, and it had become more and more serious recently. Are outsiders so important?

(End of this chapter)