Family Ye's Older Daughter

"Mu Er, this thing is harmful. We can't eat it!"

Yang Lili slowly raised her head. The candlelight flickered, illuminating the beautiful water in her eyes. Her red lips were slightly parted, and in the dim light, her face was even more beautiful than before. However, her gentle and melodious voice carried a hint of tears that couldn't be ignored.

She was still waiting in silence for an explanation, for the cause of the problem, and for the cure to be ready at any moment.

Even though the words of the cheap mother and the faint sadness on her face were already imprinted into his heart, he had some feelings in his heart that seemed like they were about to break out from the ground.

"Little Mu, you don't know. A few years ago, old woman Ma dug out a similar plant from her own courtyard, larger than yours!"

"That was the year of the famine. Old Madam Ma held that black and dull thing and told everyone in the village that her family was blessed! Bodhisattva only bless their home! "The happiness on your face is even better than it was during New Year's!"

The father looked at his wife. Her eyes were red, and the father's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. He pursed his lips and spoke in a deep and deep voice.

"Later on, when they made a dish with that evil thing, and heard that the thing was not cooked well, Old Mrs. Ma slapped her head, steeled her heart, and carried it to the table. Hearing that their family had seen it, they were all very happy, and the peasants, being vulgar and hungry, began to eat as soon as it was served. However, he hadn't even eaten two mouthfuls when he felt something was wrong. However, it was already too late! His lips and tongue were swollen. "She was pinching her own neck, so she couldn't utter a single word. She could only point at Old Madam Ma, and her eyeballs were about to pop out …"

In the end, they weren't able to hold on and all left. Old Mrs. Ma fed the little grandson she had eaten, but she didn't, and in the end, her husband, son, daughter-in-law, and the little grandson … Sigh, she was the only one left in the Ma family! So it turned out to be such a good thing. No matter how poor he was, he was still a family … "Sigh …"

As his father narrated the events, he gazed into the distance with misty eyes, as if he was immersed in the same situation back then. He kept sighing and shaking his head, while his expression was filled with sorrow and regret.

When Qi Mu heard this, although she had never met Old Madam Ma before, she also silently mourned in her heart.

In any case, that was still a few lives!

Just like this, because there was no food, no culture, and no taro, he died just like that!

Qi Mu lowered her eyes and calmed her heart before asking, "Father, do you still remember the appearance of the things dug out by Grandma Ma's house? Was it long and dark? The cut was light yellow, and there were many small holes inside? "

The dead are dead, the living are still alive.

When his lucky father heard this, he tilted his head and thought for a while before saying, "Hmm, it seems like it's the same as what you said. You are strange! You can't say it even if you haven't seen it before! "

The father smiled at Qi Mu, his eyes warm and kind.

Seeing this, the smile on Qi Mu's face deepened as he said:

Well, I think he said that he had a relative or something like that who also ate this poison taro and died. Later, he somehow found out that it was poison taro, and that poison taro was not quite the same as me! "

When Qi Mu bit the character, he emphasized the good word of the taro. His expression was exaggerated, purposely teasing.

Cheap mother and cheapskate father looked at each other in tacit understanding when they heard this. Their expressions eased a lot, and the cheapskate mother even smiled slightly. Her expression was extremely gentle …

When his parents saw this, the tenderness in their eyes disappeared quite a bit. The warm atmosphere that had just pervaded them was shattered by a shining kitchen knife just like that.

Qi Mu acted as if he didn't feel anything. He bent down and picked up his taro, holding it up in front of his parents' eyes, and said word by word with a calm attitude:

"Dad, mom, look, is the taro I dug round? It's very different from the one I dug out at Grandma Ma's house."

"Hmm, it seems to be …"

Seeing his parents nod their heads in agreement, Qi Mu swung his sword and sliced the little taro apart in the blink of an eye.

Little Yang Yang, who was beside him, curiously stared at him with his big round eyes. His eyes wavered from the saber light, and his body couldn't help but tremble a little.

When his mother realized this, she reached out to hug her youngest son in her arms, patting his soft back in a peaceful manner.

"Look, this taro, is it white fruit, or don't you see those holes in Grandma Ma's house?"

"Mm, it is …"

This time, his reaction was even more assured, even Little Yang Yang nodded, looking exactly like a little adult who was deep in thought.

Qi Mu heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. With a clear look in his eyes, he slowly said:

"That's right, my taro is a good thing. It can fill my stomach and save my life!" What Grandma Ma had unintentionally dug up was actually a bad thing, a poisonous taro! How can that be the same? That old grandpa's wife came from the capital; she was a knowledgeable person! How could it be wrong?! "

In the countryside, most people adore those who have read and those who have knowledge.

This last sentence was her final conclusion.

This matter of eating, this could be considered as a success!

As Qi Mu lifted the lid of the pot, a fresh fragrance wafted over. Everyone in the room silently swallowed their saliva. Yang Yang pursed his lips and turned his small body back and forth as he said,

"What the city people can eat, are the farmers so expensive? "If you guys are still worried, I'll show you around first. If you don't eat this, who else can we eat?"

After finishing his words, Qi Mu sat down on the bowl. He raised his wrist and straightforwardly took a big gulp from the bowl!

He closed his eyes and felt the rich and fragrant taste of the porridge. The warmth that slid down his throat made Qi Mu make an extremely enjoyable expression … Fantastic... After taking another gulp, he revealed an extremely sweet smile …

When Qi Mu made the motion of wanting to try first, both parents reached out simultaneously in an attempt to stop her. How could they let their daughter take the risk? However, Qi Mu's movements were too swift. After seeing that Qi Mu was safe and sound, he relaxed a little.

When he looked at the black pot of colorful porridge again, his gaze was no longer as alert as before. Instead, it was filled with anticipation.

After the Seventh Mourning was finished, the performance ended. En, closing one's eyes was, of course, a performance! Who would close their eyes to eat a meal? They were all for this cheap family to see!

Sometimes, actions are simpler, more straightforward, more deceptive than words! Qi Mu swept a glance at everyone's expression and smiled. Joy filled his heart. See, isn't this easy to fool?

Of course, the taste of the porridge was really good!

It was made from the little remaining rice at home, one of the three fresh mushrooms, the bitter yellow quail, as well as the sweet potatoes she had cut into small pieces, mashed, and stewed into the porridge. It was boiled and made with some salt, so the taste was naturally excellent.

For a family that couldn't eat bran or eat vegetables every day, this was even better!

"Eat, the people in the city can eat, we can eat too! "Look at how delicious Mu Lass is eating!" His father sat down quickly and filled the bowls one after another, his face full of joy.

The first bowl was given to Little Yang.

The second bowl was given to his mother.

On the third spoonful, his father easily refilled the cup of wine that Qi Mu had just drunk. Qi Mu immediately smiled sweetly. His face was no longer as calm and indifferent as it was before.

In the fourth bowl, his father finally drank it all himself.

He actually imitated Qi Mo and closed his eyes. He raised his head and sighed:

"It tastes so good!"

His deep voice and exaggerated attitude caused the others to laugh incessantly.

Cheap mother covered her face with her sleeves. Her eyes were full of smiles. Her laughter was sweet and pleasant.

When a family saw this, they were happy. Naturally, there was no need to say anything.

This dinner, which was different, began in repressed pessimism and ended in laughter and joy.

During this time, Qi Mu also mentioned that she would go up the mountain early tomorrow morning to see if there was anything else she could eat. Her parents weren't as worried as before, and they could only remind her again and again:

"Be careful on the road, it's fine if you have it, it doesn't matter if you don't. Our family is not greedy!" You have to go down before the sun goes down! "Also, don't go too deep …"

Qi Mu smiled and agreed. He didn't want to bother his cheap parents with their nagging.

At night, when he was sleeping on the bed in the room, he was alone.

He thought about how he hadn't told his parents about planting the taro. When he returned tomorrow, he would have to mention it.

And the rabbit we met last time, how can we get it back? How crafty! It's not easy to catch!

He still had to grab it!

Pure natural meat, not eating it, how wasteful! Even the Creator would blame him!

Perhaps it was because the more he lost, the more he desired.

This was probably the reason why Qi Mu was so stubborn towards meat.

He thought vaguely about it, and felt that the future was bright. He then fell asleep peacefully.

However, he didn't know that his mother's actions in the fields in the afternoon had brought him some trouble for a beautiful tomorrow.