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Lao Li Tou couldn't remember how he got home, and when he woke up, it was already the evening of the next day.

He slept for a long time, and when he woke up, his head was still a little dizzy, and he always felt as if he had forgotten something important. He got up slowly, maybe because he slept for too long, he felt a little stiff, and his hands and feet were not as flexible as before, but probably the medicine prescribed by the doctor yesterday took effect, and it was only a day and a night, and the sprain on his foot didn't hurt at all. But I don't know what's going on, my back seems to be a little straight, but fortunately it doesn't hurt at all, Lao Li didn't care too much, and walked out on his back.

The sun had set, the sky had not completely darkened, and a few wisps of clouds on the horizon had been gilded with a layer of gold by the setting sun.

A few days ago, Lao Li Tou sawed off all the black trunks of the old locust tree, leaving only a carbon black pile head about the height of the winter cub. Grandma Sun also asked him to dig the roots of the tree together, and the winter cub was coquettish, sticking it on the stump like a puppy skin plaster, saying that he would not let him dig the stump of the old locust tree.

There was no special feeling before, but today Lao Li Tou feels that the old locust stump head is particularly pleasing to the eye, if it is not burned by the fire, it would be good if it was not burned by fire, at this time in previous years, the branches and leaves of the old locust tree can cover the entire yard, and it is particularly cool in the evening, which is like now.

Lao Li shook his head and sighed, there was no old locust tree to shade, the yard was hot, and the light was dazzling, which made people uncomfortable. No wonder winter cubs like to hide at home during the day.

Thinking of his baby son, Lao Li Tou suddenly became more energetic, and his speed under his feet was two points faster.

In the kitchen, Grandma Sun had already made dinner, and the meat that Lao Li Tou bought yesterday was chopped into pieces by her, and made a durable meat dumpling with salt and soy sauce. The lard is boiled and put into a clay pot, the noodles are boiled, and a little bit is put when cooking, and there is a lot of meat flavor, and the winter cubs like to eat it very much. The oil residue left over from oil refining, Grandma Sun scooped a big spoonful and made a bowl of roasted eggplant, and put the rest into the cupboard and kept it to cook slowly.

In addition to the roasted eggplant with oil residue, there is also a bowl of cucumber soup, a plate of fried cabbage, and a plate of cold tomatoes.

Their family rarely sees meat all year round, and they usually eat mostly vegetables from their own vegetable garden, and tonight's meal is already a rare and hearty meal. Usually, if the dinner was so sumptuous, Lao Li Tou would definitely not be able to help but have a drink, and pestered the winter cub to ask his grandmother for more oil residue to give him wine, but today he didn't know this, he didn't feel hungry at all, and he couldn't smell any fragrance on the table full of dishes.

The meal has obviously been ready for a while, and there is no heat anymore, the winter cub is like a little gluttonous cat, pursing his mouth and staring at the dishes on the table without blinking, seeing Lao Li Tou walk in, his big black eyes, lit up, and then turned his head to look at Sun Pozi obediently, and shouted softly and glutinously: "Mom," pointed to Lao Li Tou, "Dad." ”

Daddy is here, Mom can eat.

Winter Cub finally spoke, but now he would only say 'Mommy' and 'Daddy', and the rest would not.

When the winter cub can't speak, Grandma Sun and Lao Li Tou can know what he wants to express, and now he can shout people, where can he not know the meaning of the little gluttonous cat?

"Dead old man, I've slept for so long, hurry up and wash your hands and come over to eat, our winter cubs are all hungry." Grandma Sun's voice was a little hoarse, her face was not very good, her sallow face was a little blue, and her body was very stiff, but her spirit seemed to be better than any day before, and she didn't cough to death at every turn as usual, and she also opened a large table of dishes.

It seems that the medicine I bought yesterday really worked.

Lao Li Tou put down a big stone in his heart, and he teased the winter cub and said, "Winter cub, call dad to me again." ”

Winter Cub: "Daddy. The delicate and beautiful little face has no superfluous expression, and the milk whirring voice is unexpectedly soft.

Lao Li Tou took the basin brought to him by his grandmother, twisted the handkerchief, and said, "Good cub, shout twice." ”

The winter cub was still expressionless: "Daddy, daddy." ”

Lao Li Toumei was bad, washed his face and sat next to the winter cub, sandwiched several large pieces of oil residue for him, and said, "Eat quickly." ”

The winter cub ate chicken cakes in the afternoon, and he was not very hungry, but he rarely ate meat at home, and he was already hungry, and the little guy buried his head and stuffed rice into his mouth. Lao Li Tou was very happy when he saw the fragrant food he ate, although he didn't have much appetite, he also put a piece of oil residue in his mouth.

What does it taste like?

It's bitter, astringent, and has a stench!

I couldn't swallow it in my mouth at all, Lao Li vomited the oil residue in one bite, and hurriedly said, "Don't eat the winter cub first, did you spoil the lard, why does it smell weird?" ”

Grandma Sun said: "What is the fuss, where is the strange smell, I think it is your mouth that has a strange smell." Leave the winter cub alone and eat well. ”

The winter cub is like a puppy who guards food, holding a small bowl, chewing a mouthful of food, and staring at the oil residue in the bowl with big eyes. Unlike children of the same age, who eat by themselves and scatter the table all over the floor, the winter cub has eaten well since he learned to eat by himself with chopsticks, and he will not scatter food everywhere, and he has also learned to pick up vegetables by himself. Usually, there are a few vegetables in the vegetable garden, and there is nothing to pick, but occasionally a meat dish is opened, and the winter cub stares at the meat clips, fast and accurate.

Lao Li Tou saw that the winter cub was eating fragrantly, and he also felt that it should be his own problem. The winter cub is not picky or picky, but he will not eat things that taste bad or are broken, and the little guy is smart.

Unable to eat the oil residue, Lao Li Tou turned to eat cold tomatoes, the tomatoes they grew themselves, the taste was rich and sweet, sweet and sour, and they were better than the fruits sold outside, but today somehow, it seems that they can't eat any taste. Lao Li didn't have much appetite, and he couldn't eat any more after eating a small half bowl of rice. The grandmother ate less than him, and after the two elders put down the dishes and chopsticks, they quietly watched the winter cub eat.

Don't look at the skinny winter cub, his appetite is bigger than that of children of the same age. The table was full of his favorite dishes, and he accidentally ate it.

After the winter cub finished dinner, the grandmother put the rest of the meal into the cupboard and put away the dishes and chopsticks.

Lao Li Tou took the children's enlightenment picture book, hugged the winter cub, sat next to the old locust tree, and slowly told the story in the book to the winter cub. Lao Li Tou is not very literate, and he can't recognize all the words in the enlightenment book, but according to the pictures, even guessing that Meng can still tell the story to the winter cub. Occasionally, he would stop and teach the winter cub to read.

"This word is winter, the winter of winter, the winter of winter cubs, our winter cubs are born in winter, so the big name of our winter cubs is Dongsheng, Li Dongsheng." Lao Li Tou pointed to the words in the picture book and said, "Come, follow Dad, winter, winter." ”

The winter cub turned his head to look at Lao Li's head, and said crisply, "Dad." ”

"It's not Dad, it's winter, it's winter."

"Daddy."

The winter cub was unexpectedly stubborn, Lao Li Tou taught him more than a dozen times, and he called his father more than a dozen times, and his milky voice was soft and glutinous, which made Lao Li Tou cry out to the heart, and in the end he could only be defeated, and continued to show pictures and tell stories to the winter cub.

The sky gradually darkened, and the winter cub fell asleep at some point, so Lao Li Tou tiptoed him into his small bedroom, covered him with a quilt, and cautiously withdrew, for fear of waking him up.

There was no TV to watch at home, and after the winter cub fell asleep, Lao Li Tou and his grandmother also went back to the room to sleep.

I had no appetite at night, and I just ate half a bowl of rice, and Lao Li Tou slept until midnight, and suddenly woke up, and his stomach was uncomfortable.

"Old woman, old woman." He wanted to call his grandmother to pour him some hot water, but no one answered after shouting twice, and there was no one on the bed when he touched it. At this time, there was a sound of rustling in the yard, and a few muffled rooster crows.

Could it be that someone stole something?

There are occasional chicken thieves in Lijia Village, and their family has not encountered them for the time being, but he has heard from the people in the village.

If a chicken thief just steals some chickens, there is nothing to be afraid of, but he is afraid that the other party will have evil intentions. Grandma Sun was not in the room again, and Lao Litou's heart suddenly hung up, he quickly got up from the bed, took a wooden stick from behind the door, and tiptoed out.

Recently, the weather has been sunny, and there is also a moon that is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is round and bright, and the white moonlight dispels the darkness.

There was a dark shadow in the chicken pen.

Sure enough, it's a chicken thief!

Lao Li Tou cautiously leaned forward with a wooden stick, and almost walked behind the chicken thief before he could see where the chicken thief was.

Lao Li put down the wooden stick and said angrily: "Old woman, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing in the chicken pen?" ”

Grandma turned around slowly, her white hair was scattered, her mouth was full of blood, chicken feathers were sticking to her mouth, and she was firmly holding a hen that was about to die in her arms, she rolled her eyes mechanically, and slowly handed the half-dead hen to Lao Litou, "You can also take a bite." ”

Old Li Tou should have been scared half to death, but he found that his heart didn't even skip a beat, and there was a sweet aroma from his nose, full of indescribable temptation.

'Goo-dong'.

Lao Li Tou swallowed hard.

The winter cub has a very bright nose since he was a child, and before he opened his eyes in the morning, he first smelled a strong aroma of stewed chicken. Smacking his mouth, the winter cub reversed his usual slow movements, rolled with the quilt, got up with a grunt, put on his clothes and shoes, and walked to the kitchen with his little short legs, his pace was more than twice as fast as usual.

Stewed chicken, the last time I ate it was during the Chinese New Year. At that time, the winter cub who had just turned three years old firmly remembered the delicious taste of local chickens in the countryside, and he has not forgotten it until now.

Once again, I ate the stewed chicken, and it tasted as good as I remembered.

Eating chicken and drinking chicken soup, the big round eyes of the winter cub are about to bend into a crescent moon.

For several days, the winter cub ate chicken and drank chicken soup every day, and he even ate the first mutton pot in his life, the small days were more moisturizing than the New Year, and the little guy who had always been skinny and skinny had gained some weight, his face was too pale, and there were faint two more blushes, and the meat was pink and tender, which made people can't help but want to pinch and touch it at a glance.

In previous years, when it came to the Midyear Festival, the winter cubs would be seriously ill and had to ...... The talent is good, I don't know if my body has grown strong this year, or what, I have passed it safely.

However, Lijiacun has not been □□stable recently.

Out of nowhere, there is a chicken thief who lacks morality, who specializes in stealing hens from other people's houses, and there have been several families whose chickens are laying eggs have been stolen.