In the evening, I still ate shepherd's purse vermicelli and big meat buns, but there was also porridge cooked by Ah Chou, not white porridge. It is a vegetable porridge with a handful of shepherd's purse and vermicelli added. It is not difficult to cook, and it is similar to white porridge. Just add a spoonful of salt before serving, but the taste is much better than porridge.
It's not that Zhong Mingwei has never eaten salty porridge. What shredded chicken porridge with shiitake mushrooms. Yam pork rib porridge, sashimi porridge, porridge in a small casserole. The cook can cook for most of the day, but it is obvious that the salty porridge made by Ah Chou is different from the previous ones, simple and light. Zhong Mingwei drank two bowls. I still have a little more to say, but looking at the big buns on the plate, I decided to save some stomach for the stuffed buns.
I don't know if I still mind the drill quilt incident at noon. Ah Chou obviously behaved a lot. Little by little, he fed Zhong Mingwei two buns. Didn't say much, when she picked up the third bun. Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he shook his head that he couldn't eat anymore. Ah Chou stuffed the bun into his mouth.
"Did you live in the kitchen at night?" Swallowing the bun in his mouth, Zhong Mingwei asked the question that had been in his mind for several days. During the day, Ah Chou said that he always woke up from the cold when he lived in the firewood house of Duan's house. Zhong Mingwei began to feel distressed, and at this moment, seeing a piece of grass in Ah Chou's hair, he felt even more distressed.
"Ah? Yes." Ah Chou nodded.
"Clean up the side room, you can live in the side room, don't live in the kitchen," Zhong Mingwei whispered, he really didn't want to say this, but he couldn't hold it back anymore, "Sleep against the south wall, it's warm and can Get some sun."
Ah Chou's heart became hot, and her eyes became a little wet. She hated herself for being like this. She was always so useless. She ate the buns in her mouth in two or three bites, and then said with lowered eyebrows: "It's okay, there is nothing in the firewood room." It’s not bad, the place is big, and it’s very convenient for me to live in.”
"Why don't you stay if you have a room? What kind of firewood house does a good-looking girl live in?" Zhong Mingwei was a little annoyed, and his words were a little rushed, "You see that your hair is mixed with grass all day long, and your whole body smells like oily smoke. Which girl? Home like yours?"
"Oh, is that so?" A Chou put down the bowls and chopsticks in a hurry, and pulled at her hair, and she found a grass, and she pinched the grass with a little embarrassment, "Then I... I will go there in a few days." Clean up the side room."
"As soon as possible." Zhong Mingwei couldn't see her slumped face, turned his face away, facing the wall, he was a little angry, angry at himself, angry at himself for not being able to do anything but order people around , I am also angry with a man in his thirties, but he is always affected by a little girl in his teens.
A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei, hesitant to speak, but he didn't say anything, and then brought out all the bowls and chopsticks.
When she came out to the main hall, Ah Chou stopped, she walked towards the side room, gently pushed open the door of the side room, saw the side room was empty except for a few big wooden boxes, her brows were wrinkled into a frown. The word "Chuan".
This side room doesn't even have a bed, how can she live in it
well!
Jiasheng thirty-two years May 12
Ninguta
Ah Chou has to go down the mountain again. There is not much rice and noodles left at home. She has to go down the mountain to buy food and buy some meat and vegetables. In fact, there are plenty of shepherd's purse and dandelions on the mountain. She also likes to eat wild vegetables. , but Zhong Mingwei cannot be allowed to eat wild vegetables every day. When he was in the medical clinic that day, the doctor told him that patients like him should not lose their mouths.