Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 35, I feel so happy when I’m full

"Eat quickly, are you hungry?"

Widow Feng waved to him, signaling him to come up quickly.

Wang Qingsong took off his shoes and got on the kang.

The meal he had just cooked was very warm on the kang, which dispelled the cold chill on his body.

so comfortable.

"Qingsong, the chicken has been killed and its belly is broken. It is covered with a basin under the window! You can't eat it all at once. You can wait until the Chinese New Year is over before you eat it."

As he spoke, he pointed to the window beside the kang.

Wang Qingsong nodded, it would break easily if left inside.

If you put it under the window and steal it, they can feel it.

"Okay, don't eat it now. Let's wait until the Chinese New Year!"

After speaking, he looked at the almost full pile of noodles and a pile of meat slices in front of him, and then looked at the others.

Wheat is similar to his.

The noodles of Widow Feng and Xiao Zao were only half of his, and as for the meat, they didn't even see a piece of it.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

Wang Qingsong looked at the two of them, feeling helpless for a while.

If there were no hard times before.

If he hadn't experienced the hunger and cold in the past two years and the sophistication of the world, he would definitely just start eating and feel that it was natural.

But in the past two or three years, his mother passed away, there was a food crisis, and his father passed away.

The total experience has made him not what he used to be.

In adult terms, he is sensible.

Widow Feng smiled nonchalantly: "What's the matter? I don't feel at ease just eating these white noodles. Look at the entire production team, who is eating white noodles today? Not to mention there is so much soup." There is still some lard in the pot, it won’t be enough for a while and I won’t need to add more.”

Saying this, he took a sip.

Xiaozao also looked happy, nodding frequently and acknowledging her mother's words.

Originally, I was going to eat corn stubble or porridge tonight!

There are actually noodles and broth. I haven’t eaten like this this year. Why aren’t you happy?

Wang Qingsong naturally knew that what they said was right.

But the problem is that now they live in Widow Feng's house, and the food is cooked in one pot, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

After thinking about it for a while, he knew why.
  emboldened.

The sixty kilograms of white flour, ten kilograms of pork, oil and eggs in the haunted house are his greatest confidence.

Looking at the wolfing wheat.

How is it possible to expect something from a 6-year-old who has not seen anything meaty in more than a year and is already bloated from hunger?

Let alone children at this time, adults can break their heads just for food.

After thinking for a while, he got off the kang, put on his shoes and returned to the main room.

When I opened the lid of the pot, I saw a lot of noodles lying inside. After all, the handful of noodles weighed two kilograms, so it was still quite large after being cooked.

There are still oil flowers floating on it.

After searching, I found that not a single bowl was missing.

At first glance, there were not many bowls at home, and there was another bowl for the sauce. I guess it was broken in the middle and not purchased since.

He directly picked up the ladle for scooping water and poured all the noodles into the ladle.

That's it. It's not finished yet.

After coming in, directly fill the bowls with noodles for two people.

Fortunately, the four people used large bowls, which could hold a lot of food, but barely enough.

"Hey, Qingsong, you can't do this!"

Widow Feng was anxious for a while.

Wang Qingsong ignored her and took a little of the meat slices in his bowl and gave them to the two of them, dividing them evenly.

Originally, the ball of meat wasn't much, only three or two pounds.

There were a total of ten slices in his bowl, and he gave four slices to each of the two of them.

"Hey Qingsong, give this to us, what can you guys eat? This is not enough for you two."

Widow Feng sighed when she saw this scene.

Xiao Zao looked at the meat in the bowl and swallowed, but she didn't dare to eat it.

Wang Qingsong gave the remaining noodles to his little sister in the bowl, and then smiled and said: "Today is the New Year's Eve, everyone eats some, I can't let you watch, right? I can't do this, I haven't eaten this for a long time. Eat quickly. There is still some in the pot!"

After saying that, he took the gourd water ladle back and put it into the pot, and washed it after a while. After I came back, I sat on the kang, picked up my chopsticks and started eating.

Fragrant.

It's really fragrant!

White noodles with lard, in his opinion, are the most delicious things in the world.

No, the instant noodles I ate that day were delicious.

It's just not as practical as this.

It would be nice if I could lay two eggs.

But you can't take out too much of this thing, otherwise it really won't be explained clearly.

Widow Feng looked at her daughter who was swallowing her saliva, and finally sighed and said to Xiaozao, "Eat it, thank you Brother Qingsong."

When Xiao Zao heard this, he quickly thanked Wang Qingsong: "Thank you, Brother Qingsong!"

"It's okay, let's eat!"

Wang Qingsong was eating white noodles there with a smile.

But what Widow Feng said was right. With these two kilograms of dry noodles, if the two brothers and sister were allowed to eat and rest for a while, their stomachs would be empty.

These two kilograms are enough for the two of them.

A few people ate noodles quietly.

"Woooo~~"

As he was eating, he heard the sound of Mai sobbing coming from next to him.

"what happened?"

Wang Qingsong was confused for a while, then looked at Xiaozao next to him: "Why are you crying too?"

I saw Xiaomai holding his mouth and saying: "It's delicious. I haven't had such a delicious meal in a long time!!"

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong sighed and looked at Xiao Zao, who was also wiping tears there. The two of them must have the same idea.

He knew what it felt like.

What it feels like to be hungry for a long time.

It's okay to be hungry for one or two meals, but the feeling of being hungry for a long time is really uncomfortable. Your stomach will hurt when you are hungry.

Widow Feng's eyes turned red when she looked at her daughter.

Wang Qingsong did not comfort anyone and ate quietly.

The two little girls cried for a while and started eating noodles happily again.

The noodle soup in the pot was also divided among several people and drank cleanly.

This time I was really full.

"Hiccup~~"

Xiaomai burped and smiled: "Brother, I'm so full! I haven't eaten so full for a long time."

Wang Qingsong nodded, when was the last time he had enough food?
  When the second brother got married, the last time was the time when we ate in the big cafeteria.

After eating, Widow Feng said: "Qingsong, you can't eat like this! What will you do if you eat to celebrate the New Year?"

Xiaozao, on the other hand, was cleaning up the dishes.

Wang Qingsong smiled: "It's okay. My second brother said that he got some grain from his father-in-law and asked me to pick it up tomorrow. Just in time, I will tell you that I will go to the city early tomorrow morning and the wheat will be handed over. There you have it.”

"Ah, brother, when did the second brother tell you? Why didn't I hear it?"

Wheat suddenly said something.

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong rubbed her head and said with a smile: "Second brother told me secretly. You can't tell others."

"Oh!"

Xiaomai pursed her lips and said "Oh" softly, and then asked: "Then I will go there too."

"Just don't go. There's still more money for the fare!"

These words made the little guy pouted, but he still didn't refute, so he agreed.

Widow Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry if you leave Xiaomai alone, no one will bully her."

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong nodded, Xiaomai was still young after all.

Although Wang Ping is not a toy, he will not thresh wheat for no reason.

"Brother Qingsong! Are your shoes wet? I just saw your feet smoking when you were eating."

Wheat packed his things and walked in. He asked, and at the same time he picked up the cotton shoes on the ground and reached in to touch them.

Then he looked at him and said, "It's really wet. Aren't you cold? I'll warm you up. Take off your socks too."

(End of this chapter)