Xiangxiang's small body had already squeezed towards the jar, a soft and soft voice, looking up, and her bright eyes were as bright as crystal.

The bulging little belly is all on the outside.

Qin Mo took the spoon that had drunk the soup, turned around, and smiled

It's delicious.

I first served a large bowl of Xiangxiang.

The clear soup, but there is a lot of ground fungus added to it, floating on the bowl noodles, but it is beautiful.

Qin Mo scooped most of the dishes into Xiangxiang, and he had more soup.

When Qin Mo brought the bowl to Xiangxiang, he said, "Slow down, hot—"

Xiangxiang has already taken over the bowl, and the earthen bowl is heavier, and half a bowl of fungus soup is added.

Xiangxiang was carrying a heavy weight, but she walked steadily step by step.

Take a step and bury your head on the ground.

Finally, the bowl was brought outside the house.

Alone, obediently, chose the flattest stone in front of the house, which seemed to be where she ate every day.

Sit on it.

Then hold the bowl in both hands and place it on your lap.

Shaking his head and blowing the white gas on it...

When Qin Mo looked out of the door again, the little girl was already holding the bowl and began to drink soup and eat.

One head was stuck in the bowl, leaving the back of the head with two small pigtails on the outside.

The gluttonous look.

Let Qin Mo smile and sigh by the stove and shake his head.

'Whew-snort-snort-'The sound of snorting and drinking soup with a big mouthful of snot could be heard by Qin Mo here.

And Qin Mo only ate the ground fungus in the bowl here.

I also started to drink soup.

Thinking about the days to come.

Qin Mo didn't dare to cook the little fungus he stepped on in two meals.

Eat some of this at each meal to fill your stomach.

If you really want to be full, you still have to do a lot, and you have to think of many ways to make money or grow food, all of which have to be considered in the long run. Take it easy.

Ouch. I said, this is strange today, there is smoke at the door, I heard that the big girl has been lying in bed for two days, isn't it all breathing, how come to life again. What is this eating?

Qin Mo was holding the bowl and thinking, when suddenly a bright and loud voice came from the door.

As soon as Qin Mo looked up, there was a woman wearing a cyan cloth robe, hair tied around her head, and a neatly dressed and thick body, striding towards this side with a smile on her face as she spoke.

Aunt Li-!

She walked in front of Xiang'er first, who was already holding the clean bowl of food and drink, and then raised her head and shouted softly.

This Aunt Li is the neighbor of Qin Mo's adobe house, but the family is much richer than Qin Mo's family, the man in this family is also surnamed Li, the family has labor, and the husband is middle-aged and strong, here, there are three sons in the Li family, one lives in the village, one lives in the village, and one lives in the end of the village.

The strength of the people is thick, and no one in the village dares to put small shoes on them casually and find the wrong place.

This Aunt Li is also kind, but she is in her thirties, she has a daughter, a son, the son is four years old this year, there is no place to go to a private school, the daughter is called Jinqing, she is six years old this year, the concept of patriarchy is too strong here, this is just a little girl, but every time she is called by Aunt Li, she runs away. The son hurts like a young lady in the boudoir, and it is ten fingers that do not touch the spring water.

These were all memories stored in the mind of the owner of this body before and passed on to Qin Mo.

Aunt Li-! Qin Mo looked at her, and screamed nonchalantly, in her memory, this Aunt Li didn't do much to hurt her sisters, just because she was close, neighbors often came to see the two of them, and sometimes gave them some food.

This Aunt Li didn't look at Qin Mo much, but just tilted her head towards the fragrant bowl as always.

What is this eating.?!

Xiangxiang looked up with a smile, the wild vegetables cooked by her sister...

This Li Shi pursed his lips, his face was slightly heavy, and his tone was cold

Let me see.

This Xiangxiang is a child, seeing that the Li family has never been difficult for the two of them, and she is always good to their sisters, ignorant and simple, she just thinks she is a good person, and she smiles sweetly and pushes the empty bowl that has been drunk over-

The corners of Li's mouth twitched even more, looking at the clean empty bowl, looking at Xiangxiang's eyes in disbelief, and then withdrew his gaze, and his suspicious eyes swept into the empty bowl twice.

before turning his head. Shouting into the house not far away, the voice of the rough mine

Today, take one of the nests of rice bran mixed with cornmeal that you haven't eaten at night.

The room immediately agreed, and Qin Mo was stunned

As soon as the words fell, I saw a lovely girl about five or six years old wearing a red cloth dress and two headbands on her head, and she came out of the door at the back of the house with a black nest head in her hand.

Qin Mo saw that Xiangxiang's entire body seemed to sit up from the stone.

A serious look, even a little nervous.

Qin Mo kept looking at this side, this situation, only five or six years old, that palm-sized face, white and yellow, thin body, also looked undernourished, approached, Qin Mo saw the little girl's pursed pale red lips.

Jinqing took a nest head and came out, raised his hand and reluctantly supported it for his mother.

Then Aunt Li skillfully turned the nest head in her hand into two, and then gave most of it to Xiangxiang, and the slightly smaller half took two steps and gave it to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo calmly took it over and said thank you.

But when he was met with a slightly reproachful and weird look from the Li family, Qin Mo suddenly reacted, Qin Mo would definitely not say thank you before.

No wonder Li Shi looked at her just now, and probably felt that he was weird.

Fortunately, Li didn't seem to pay much attention to her, and after a glance, he slowly moved his thick waist, and then stepped on the shoe cover, carefully avoiding the puddles on the ground one step at a time, and lazily walked towards his door.

Xiangxiang buried her head, holding the nest head in her hand and gobbling it up, only to see the action of eating and not seeing the food, her two hands were firmly covered, and she sent it to her mouth vigorously.

And Qin Mo, the remaining half of the nest head in his hand, turned over in his hand without much interest, the thin fingers were like a dead man's hand, but this hard nest head, a few fingers repeatedly tossed and kneaved, just had no appetite to eat.

Thinking that she Qin Mo had eaten these for so many years, it seemed that this food had to be greatly improved.