The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

Anyway, if dad can ask for food once, he can ask for it a second time, so there is no need to worry about having no food to eat.

"Grandma, why don't you give out more food every day so that everyone can have more energy to work."

I don’t know who instigated Fugui to say this, whether it was the eldest son’s wife. This kid is very honest, generous and kind, and he listens to whatever others say.

Suddenly I thought of an idea. When cooking, I should bring out some more and keep it in my room. It shouldn't be easy for others to find it. When Fugui is hungry, he can eat it directly. If I make it now, some people will feel uncomfortable.

I often didn’t have enough to eat when I was a child, but I didn’t starve to death. It doesn’t matter if others are a little hungry, but just don’t let your precious grandson starve.

"Did your mother teach you to say that?"

Fugui shook his head, "Grandma, no one taught me, I'm just too hungry. I eat a lot, but I can't sleep. Others are even worse. Can we eat more every day?"

I wanted to pull grandma's arm and shake it to act coquettishly, but when I saw the splint on her body, I immediately withdrew my hand. Fortunately, otherwise, grandma would have never been able to get off the bed.

The old lady was somewhat moved by such a plea, so she added half a bowl of rice to her meals every day, which made her one extra bowl a day, and the food was consumed quickly enough.

Never mind. I have to make sure my eldest grandson has enough to eat. If there is no food, let them find a way. I am old now and can’t take care of so many things.

Besides, these people can't starve me to death. If someone else's food is missing, my own food won't be missing either. I made up my mind and did it.

"Okay, grandma promises you that I will give you more food every day."

Seeing Fugui hunched over with hunger and rubbing his stomach, I felt so distressed and regretted not asking them to cook more food.

The cabinet was not far from him, but it would still be some effort to move it over there. What if the injury on his leg was serious? He struggled for a while about whether to move it over there or give the key to Fugui and let him open it himself.

If I can't trust my precious grandson, who else can I trust? And right under my nose, he took out the cabinet key tremblingly and handed it to Fugui, "Look for it yourself, see if there is anything to eat there."

I have the impression that there should be some snacks or something like that, which is enough to temporarily satisfy hunger, but it also means wealth, and others can't even think of looking at it.

I took the key and approached the cabinet. I smelled something and suddenly didn't want to open it. I must be so hungry that I came here to look for food.

It reminds me of the moldy things I ate before, every time under the watchful eyes of my grandmother.

Not to mention how bad it tastes, I have diarrhea for a few days every time I eat it. I can't let grandma know. I regret bringing this up.

"Aren't you hungry? See if there's anything edible in there. Take it yourself and don't tell anyone else."

The old lady was a little puzzled when she saw Fugui pause. She wondered if the child was stupid because he was hungry and didn't take the food. If it were him, she would have opened the box and taken a look.

After hearing grandma say this, I had to open the cupboard. If I didn't eat something inside, grandma would probably think I was pretending to be hungry and lying to her. Thinking back to the time when I had a stomachache before, it felt really bad.

I forced myself to open the cupboard. Although there was a big bag of fresh food inside, there was still a musty smell. Following the smell, I could find the "food" that grandma mentioned.

I touched it casually and indeed felt something hard and black. I couldn't tell what it was from the outside. It couldn't be a stone. Grandma wouldn't put stones in the cabinet.

He brought it to her and asked carefully, "Is this... is this food?"

The old lady took a quick look at it but didn't recognize it at first. She held it in her hand and rubbed it for a long time. She thought it should be a snack she bought a long time ago. She put it under her nose and smelled it. Fortunately, the smell was not too strong and it was edible. She must have specially left it for her precious grandson.

Passed it to Fugui, "It's edible. Eat it. Eat the whole piece and you won't be hungry anymore. You can sleep well at night."

Fugui raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips slightly, and looked embarrassed. Fortunately, the room was dark and the old lady couldn't see the expression on his face, otherwise she would definitely say that Fugui was ungrateful and despised such delicious food.

I held the snack in my hand, still some distance from my nose, and could smell the rotten smell. I didn’t know why grandma thought it was edible. “I… I want to take it back and eat it.”

The old lady hurriedly stopped him and lowered her voice, "Don't take it out. It will be bad if someone sees it. Eat it here and leave after you're done."

Fugui held his breath and tried not to smell it, and bit it with difficulty. He failed the first time and suspected that it was really a piece of stone. He bit it hard the second time and barely managed to take off a little bit. He chewed it in his mouth. Is it really okay to eat something like this?

Has grandma eaten it herself? What if she passed out after eating and hid a few copper coins? What should I do? Should I tell mom where she put the copper coins later?

I thought of a lot of things in a moment, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I took a breath, and the taste in my mouth became much stronger, full of a sour taste. I couldn't help but vomit.

The old lady thought that the snack was too dry and she choked. She pointed to the cup not far away and said, "Eat slowly. There is water there. Drink a sip and it will go down smoothly."

Fugui forced himself to suppress the discomfort and not vomit. He felt better after drinking some water. He would never come to Grandma's place to ask for food again. He should leave it for others. Don't risk your life for a few bites of food. Even though he felt uncomfortable, it was better to starve.

"Grandma, I'm full. I'll put this snack back."

I tried to keep my hand holding the snack as far away as possible because I didn’t want to smell that scent a second time.

"Eat some more. You didn't eat much. This was originally left for you. No need to save it."

The old lady thought Fugui was really sensible and knew to save the good things, otherwise he would have nothing to eat next time.

I didn't listen to her and just put the things back where they were, locked the cabinet door, and put the key in grandma's hand.

"I'm a little sleepy, I'm going back to sleep first."

He yawned, closed the door, and walked back into the house.

The old lady stared at the door until she could no longer see Fugui. She murmured, "This child said he was full after eating so little."

Fugui was lying on the kang, ready to sleep. After a while, he felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He opened his eyes and felt something twisting in his stomach. It must be the snack he had just eaten. He got up with difficulty and walked out of the house.

If I don't get up, everyone in the room will be in trouble. I resisted the urge to fart. I couldn't trust any fart at this time.

The eldest daughter-in-law heard the door open, opened her dazed eyes, and said in a hoarse, tired voice, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"