Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 2
Although Du Youtai was not as emotional as Du Shi, his dissatisfaction could be heard from his cold tone.

An Ning still didn't speak, but subconsciously looked at the child who was like a stone pile.

The child still had no expression, and looked at her numbly with his dark eyes, as if he was just maintaining a habit, without any emotion in his eyes.

Inexplicably, An Ning felt a little distressed.

A four-year-old child, who was born into this world, should have enjoyed the love and affection of his parents, but since he was born, he has endured anger and resentment that he shouldn't have.

Children who should be happy have lost their innocence and the qualifications to enjoy family affection.

Her silence was misunderstood as rejection.

Du Lishi's complexion became even uglier, and there was a faint tendency to explode.

The middle-aged man's face also became gloomy, but for the sake of the child, he still suppressed his anger.

"An Ning, even if you sell the child to Yazi, you can only get three or four taels of silver at most, don't be greedy."

An Ning's thoughts were moved back again, knowing that she was misunderstood, she did not defend herself.

After understanding her current situation, she also felt that it was best for the child to be raised by the couple.

But for some reason, looking at the child, he couldn't say the words of agreement several times.

In the end, she sighed deeply and said in a hoarse voice, "I won't sell him."

"An Ning!" Du Lishi frowned fiercely, his tone was filled with anger, he didn't believe her words at all, only felt that she was looking for excuses to delay.

"Uncle Du, Aunt Du, believe it or not, I won't sell Xiaokang. He...is my child after all, and I was the one who got in trouble before."

An Ning lowered her eyes and looked at the child again, but unfortunately the child still had no emotional changes, just like a doll without a soul.

Probably he didn't believe it either.

Du Lishi wanted to say something, but was stopped by Du Youtai.

He looked at An Ning deeply, and said in a deep voice: "With your behavior and style, we really can't believe it, but Xiaokang is indeed your child, and we can't force you to separate. I only hope that you still have a little bit of conscience." And humanity. Again, if you don't want this child, we are willing to adopt him."

After finishing speaking, Du Youtai stopped looking at her, turned to look at the child beside him, and sighed in a low voice.

He patted his head with pity, and exhorted in a deep voice.

"Remember to come to your uncle or aunt anytime you need something, or talk to Brother Xiaohu."

After speaking, he dragged the unwilling Du Lishi away.

But when he got to the door, he turned around and warned again: "This child is not in good health, and you have abused him so much. Although you are his mother, outsiders cannot interfere with beating and scolding the child. But if someone dies one day, when the time comes I can't help but suffer from prison, so I can do it myself."

An Ning watched the two leave, and the room became quiet again, but fell into an embarrassing stiffness.

After a while, An Ning weakly put down his hand holding on to the door curtain, and walked towards the child.

But she stopped after only two steps, because she could clearly see the child's instantly stiff body and the fear flashing in his eyes.

She also became stiff unconsciously, feeling more helpless and pity, and even more headache.

I have no siblings since I was a child, and I have never had much contact with children.

She didn't know how to get along with this child, let alone a child who was so wary of her.

With a weak sigh, he looked at the child's thin body again, pursed his lips, turned and walked out of the room, and entered the kitchen according to his memory.

It is said to be a kitchen, but it is actually just a small space surrounded by wooden slats, with a small stove and a few pots and pans.

She walked around the kitchen and found some small things.

The old rice, which was less than a catty, was slightly yellowed and blackened, and I didn't know if it was still edible.

Half a piece of sauerkraut exuding a peculiar smell, two sweet potatoes, five eggs, a bowl of multigrain powder, and a little salt and firewood.

In his memory, An Ning rarely entered the kitchen.

In the past, Xu's mother cooked for her. After Xu's mother left, either Mrs. Du came over to help with the cooking occasionally, or brought some cooked food, or let the children do it.

In my memory, there seems to be a time when a child threw the porridge on the ground because the bowl was too hot and he couldn't hold it steady.

At that time, An Ning didn't care about the blisters on the child's hands, and just beat him up. It was only when Du Lishi heard the movement that he stopped.

Du Lishi tried to persuade him many times, but was scolded by An Ning and left.

Later, Mrs. Du Li often sent over cooked food, and sometimes he couldn't take care of it, and would send some easy-to-cook things over, and carefully taught the children to cook.

Along with those memories, An Ning couldn't help feeling a little bit of anger.

In a daze, she was vaguely aware of a gaze, she subconsciously looked up, and saw a child standing there at the door without knowing when, looking at her expressionlessly.

An Ning unconsciously exerted some force on the wooden table. Seeing the child's numbness and hidden fear, she opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

what can i saySay you won't hurt him again?Say you will treat him well in the future?Who believes it?

He lowered his head and glanced at what was in front of him...

She is used to all kinds of modern technological products, and she doesn't know how to use these ancient things.

The rice can't be cooked for sure. Even if the rice is edible, she dare not give it to the children casually, let alone the spoiled sauerkraut.

His eyes fell on eggs and miscellaneous grain powder, maybe he could bake egg pancakes, but after thinking about it, he rejected it again, it was too troublesome.

And according to her state of not eating normally for a long time, pancakes are not suitable.

Thinking of the child's thin appearance, I finally decided to make two water eggs, which are easy to digest.

But then she ran into difficulties again, because she didn't know how to light a fire, she didn't have a lighter, no gas, and only a pile of firewood, which made her unable to start.

After being silent for a while, she looked up at the child at the door with a trace of powerlessness and helplessness, and asked in a somewhat frustrated tone, "How do you make a fire?"

The child was silent for a while, then walked over with a blank expression.

He picked up a thin bamboo tube from the woodpile, pulled out a strip as long as a finger and wide, picked up some dry straw, and then continued to look at her in silence.

Continuing to confront the child silently for a while, An Ning smiled helplessly in her heart and had to back away.

After she backed away for a certain distance, the child walked to the stove, put the straw on the ground, and then held the stick and pouted and blew vigorously.

Seeing sparks start to appear from a section of the note, An Ning's face showed a daze.

It seems that this is the legendary Huozhangzi.

The child is short-tempered, and it took him nearly 2 minutes to blow out the fire. After the straw was also ignited, he threw it into the stove leisurely.

He also took out a small dead branch from the side, and while stirring the stove, he puffed his cheeks and blew air, his movements were very familiar and calm.

An Ning really wanted to go and have a look, but she was afraid of scaring the child, so she could only look on her toes, and vaguely saw something red and black in the stove, which might be charcoal, the so-called kindling.

She was looking at her curiously on her toes, when she suddenly felt her gaze again, and turned around to see the child looking at her expressionlessly again.

(End of this chapter)