The Peasant Wife Has a Space

Children in a hurry to eat are indeed easy to choke, in case something happens. Or their sin.

After Zhao Xiulan exhorted, the two children's eating speed became slower, and they chewed in small bites, which made people feel more distressed.

"Black noodle steamed buns are so delicious, so fragrant, so delicious..." The two children murmured while eating.

For the two children, black noodle steamed buns are indeed a rare good thing.

But for Zhao Xiulan and the others, black-faced steamed buns are considered something that they don't look down on.

If it weren't for the fact that the state-run restaurant only had black-faced steamed buns for sale, they would definitely have wanted to buy white-faced steamed buns, rather than black-faced steamed buns for their children.

But in the mouths of these children, it is a rare thing to eat, like a treasure.

The two children were eating, and asked Wang Aihong, "Sister, do you want to eat? Have you eaten?"

The two children are still very concerned about Wang Aihong's situation, and they are afraid that what Wang Aihong does not have to eat will be given to them.

Wang Aihong smiled dotingly and said, "You can eat it, don't worry about me, I've already eaten noodles."

After hearing what Wang Aihong said, the two children felt relieved, nodded and said, "Sister, you'll be fine after eating."

Otherwise, the hard-earned black-faced steamed buns would not only be eaten by the two of them, but also given to my sister.

After the two children finished eating the black-faced steamed buns in their hands, Jiang Ping took out two more black-faced steamed buns and stuffed one into each.

"Don't worry, there's still more after eating! Come, the two of you take it and eat it slowly!"

Wang Aimei and Wang Aidong took them over.

Wang Aihong said from the side, "Why don't you two hurry up and thank you brother and sister!"

Wang Aimei and Wang Aidong are young, so relatively speaking, they are not very polite.

But after listening to Wang Aihong's words, I still thank Zhao Xiulan a few people, "Thank you brother and sister, you are all good people."

Jiang Ping smiled, "You're welcome, eat quickly."

"Uh-huh!"

Both Wang Aimei and Wang Aidong nodded heavily.

It's good to have kind people to help, they have forgotten how long they haven't eaten these good ones.

Watching Wang Aimei and Wang Aidong eating, several children on the side were also attracted by the black-faced steamed buns.

Seeing Wang Aimei and Wang Aidong eating so deliciously, they swallowed greedily.

They were also hungry and had not eaten enough for a long time.

The weather has been terribly cold these days, so I went outside to beg and didn't ask for anything, so I could only cook some tree bark and make do with my stomach.

Now that Wang Aimei and Wang Aidong eat black noodles, how can they not be greedy?

Jiang Ping sighed when he saw the other orphans in the temple, and then sent the remaining black-faced steamed buns to the other children.

A few children were flattered, but they didn't expect to eat black-faced steamed buns themselves.

The children were also very polite and thanked Jiang Ping.

"Brother and sister, thank you, you are really good people, we haven't eaten food for a long time." Zhang Da Niu said.

Jiang Ping sighed, feeling more and more pitiful for these children.

Usually he is picky about food, dislikes what is not delicious and what is not delicious, how can he think that the things that he dislikes are things that many people can't eat.

Zhao Xiulan looked at Wang Aimei and Wang Aidong. The two children's faces were flushed. Zhao Xiulan stretched out her hand and "touched" the two children's foreheads.