"Brother, sister is here to cook, you sit by the side and rest for a while, wait to eat."
The big girl rolled up her sleeves, looking very skillful.
Zheng Lin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, so he had to sit down beside him.
He yelled clearly earlier that it was fried rice with eggs;
Your big iron pot has turned out,
The old hen was also tied out,
Why can't we just "plant" fried rice with eggs?
But looking at her six-year-old sister in front of her, Zheng Lin was really unwilling to break her beautiful fantasy;
The big girl started washing rice,
Da Niu used Longyeon to rekindle the fire,
The big girl started pouring water,
The big girl started cooking,
The big girl cooked a pot of porridge.
"Well¡¡"
The big girl looked at her younger brother sitting behind her from the corner of her eyes with some guilt;
Zheng Lin tried his best not to let his eyes wander to the pot at this time;
If my father was here, I'm afraid he would be very particular and say: This fried rice with eggs needs to be cold rice from the previous night.
But the problem is,
Zheng Lin felt that it would be too cruel for him to criticize here now like his own father.
Even if my sister cooks rice no, it's my sister's porridge. The water has been added so much that the chopsticks can't stand up. According to Dayan's law, the government's porridge for refugees can't be so thin.
The big girl began to put seasonings in the pot, beat in the eggs, and thenstir.
"Googling"
The aroma is spreading rapidly.
Immediately afterwards, the big girl looked at the old hen tied there again, thinking about whether to kill it now and cook a pot of shredded chicken porridge since there was too much water?
But in the end, Big Girl gave up on the idea because she was already hungry.
"Brother, come to eat. My sister guessed that the journey was exhausted, and my stomach must not be used to it. Drink porridge to nourish my stomach."
"Yes, sister."
Zheng Lin took the porridge bowl and began to eat.
Fried rice without eggs is definitely delicious, but if you want to say how unpalatable it is, it¡¯s really not. After all, it¡¯s cooked, with a rustic feeling of food. Regardless of other things, at least it¡¯s better than last night¡¯s roasted rice. Fish is much tastier.
But eating and eating,
Zheng Lin's gaze began to look into the surrounding darkness from time to time;
If there is no accident, my father should be sitting in a certain position at the moment, watching himself and my sister eating food that can only be called "cooked", and then he will slowly eat the fine food in front of him.
This is what my father will do. He always likes to base his happiness on the pain of others, and the more he tastes, the sweeter he feels.
Even if,
The object is his own children.
The two children were full again, and the eldest girl asked:
"Brother, let's go back, sister knows that you must miss the big bed at home, the three meals at home, the soup pool at home, and the greenhouse for mother."
"good."
Zheng Lin didn't remind her sister that in the whole palace backyard, only her and her mother's yard had a greenhouse.
"Then how do we go?" Big Girl asked.
Zheng Lin replied: "Follow this river, continue to the south, find Uncle Gou's people, and let Uncle Gou send us back by boat."
"Ah, I still have to go to Uncle Gou's place."
The big girl is a little reluctant, after all, running away from home sounds like a terrible thing, but in the end, the family has to send it back, which is a bit embarrassing.
"Brother, we can find a cargo ship to go back like we did when we came here."
"But if Uncle Gou sends someone to take us back, there will be a big bed and delicious food on the way, so we don't have to hide in the warehouse anymore."
The big girl shook her head and said, "These are nothing."
soon,
Da Niu added:
"The main reason is that I miss Uncle Gou too."
The two children started on the road,
The big girl was carrying Longyuan on her back, and was holding an old hen in her hand;
Zheng Lin carried a large iron pot on his back;
It is really difficult to walk the mountain road without the waterway, it is very rugged. When it was almost dusk, the two found a small cave.
"Tonight, let's spend the night here."
bigAfter finishing talking every day,
The waist sinks,
The arm exerts force,
smashed Zheng Lin directly to the ground.
"boom!"
Later,
Tian Tian lifted his boots and kicked them down!
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Although the big girl next to her blinked and felt distressed, she didn't say anything to stop her.
Because from a very young age, my brother fell ill, and my father was by my side, even if my father asked Brother Tian to beat the sick brother, my father would also cheer for Brother Tian by the side.
In my father's words, if I'm sick, I'm fine, just beat him up and he'll be fine.
But Tian Tian seems to have extremely strong force in every punch and every kick, but in fact, it has been treated with force reduction, which will stun people and hurt people, but it will not cause any internal injuries. It is a bit thunderous and rainy small meaning.
At this point, Tiantian has been able to retract and release freely.
finally,
Everyday stopped.
Zheng Lin turned over with some difficulty,
The purple cyclone on his body has completely disappeared, the red mole between his eyebrows has recovered, and there is no longer a black halo in his eyes.
However,
Some noses and faces are swollen.
Fortunately,
Regarding this, Zheng Lin didn't care, on the contrary, he was still laughing;
If we say that for my sister Zheng Lanxin, Zheng Lin is a kind of family bond formed by blood and growing up together since childhood, then for my brother Tiantian
?It is the deep feelings from being beaten up to growing up, which is as solid as the clay in the city wall of Xueguan.
Squat down every day,
From the armor pocket, he took out a piece of Shaqima, broke off a small piece, and brought it to Zheng Lin's mouth.
Zheng Lin looked at Sha Qima,
As long as I can remember, every time after being beaten up by this brother, this brother will feed himself Shaqima. In my brother's opinion, Shaqima is the most delicious thing in the world.
But in fact, Zheng Lin doesn't like sweets. In this regard, he inherited his father's taste.
"Brotherit's still this"
Zheng Lin said helplessly.
"Hey, eat it and it won't hurt anymore."
"Brother I've grown up"
Don't fool me like a child.
I laughed every day,
road:
"If you don't eat it, it proves that you are still sick."
The implication is that if you don¡¯t eat, you have to be beaten.
"Ahem"
Zheng Lin spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, which was not an internal injury. His physique was different from ordinary people, and he was beaten very hard. The bloody foam was probably caused by depression.
but,
In the end Zheng Lin opened his mouth and asked Tian Tian to put Shaqima into his mouth.
"Is it delicious?" Tian Tian asked.
Zheng Lin nodded immediately:
"Delicious, delicious."
"Then eat all the rest."
"" Zheng Lin.
Under the night,
A young man in silver armor is holding a cute little girl with a sword in his right hand and a pot in his left hand;
on the back,
There is also a poor boy with a bruised nose and a swollen face who is still trying to eat Shaqima.
The little girl was very excited to tell the interesting things on the road since she ran away from home to her elder brother,
The boy on his back asked with a guilty conscience from time to time:
"Brother, is this really the last piece?"
"Um."
"But you said the same thing just now, so you won't lie to me this time?"