"There is it in the pot. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Huzi glanced at Luo Mingjiao, jumped out of bed, ran to the window, stepped on the stool, and lifted the lid of an iron wok, which was open on the table under the window, and there was some fried rice in it, scrambled with diced carrots and eggs.

Nothing else.

Luo Mingjiao looked at it, a little sad, in fact, it's just a meal, fried rice is a home-cooked meal, it doesn't mean anything, but judging from the child's actions, this child usually eats cold rice after a little bit.

As soon as Luo Mingjiao was about to make a move, she saw Huzi holding the iron pot in both hands and swaying to get off the stool.

Luo Mingjiao hurriedly caught it, Huzi didn't say anything, jumped off the stool and went out, the house was not big, the window and the door were next to each other, Luo Mingjiao took the pot, and she could go out of the room in one step, she saw Huzi open the ventilation lid of the stove and go to carry the kettle.

"Don't move, Auntie." Luo Mingjiao hurriedly put down the wok, went out and lifted the kettle on the stove, she was afraid, fortunately the fire in the stove was dead, and the water in the kettle was not hot.

Vacating the kettle, Luo Mingjiao put the wok on the stove, stirred it with a shovel that was already in the pot, the stove was ventilated, and soon the fire came up, and in the fried rice in the iron pot, there was not much oil making a sizzling sound.

Because of the lack of oil, Luo Mingjiao had to keep stirring to avoid sticking to the pot.

Waiting for the fried rice to heat up, sealing the fire, opening the wok, putting the kettle on the stove, Huzi had already taken a bowl out, Luo Mingjiao shoveled the fried rice into the bowl, it was a little hot, and at Huzi's request, it was placed on the stone platform against the wall at the door.

This stone platform should be commonly used, leaning against the wall, like a small stone table, and the top is quite clean.

Seeing that Huzi picked up the spoon and was about to start eating, Luo Mingjiao hurriedly stopped and took Huzi to the faucet to wash his hands.

Huzi's little hands have become black claws, and when she washed her hands, Luo Mingjiao saw that there were many small scratches on the little guy's hands.

Luo Mingjiao, who watched it, was very unbearable, frowning and secretly guessing, what about Huzi's parents?

After washing her hands, Luo Mingjiao washed Huzi's face again, and when she washed her face, Huzi was a little awkward, but she only resisted slightly, and obediently didn't move again.

After washing it cleanly, in addition to the black spots and thin spots, Huzi is still quite handsome and a little brat!

He touched Huzi's head and smiled and asked him to eat.

Luo Mingjiao took the iron pot to the faucet to clean it, and when she saw Huzi's eating posture, she couldn't cry or laugh a little, Huzi was not honest when she ate, holding a spoon in one hand and propped up on the stone platform with the other, and her two legs were like twisting twists.

After Huzi finished eating, Luo Mingjiao planned to leave, but as soon as she said to leave, Huzi kept her head shut and didn't speak, obviously in the wrong mood.

Luo Mingjiao saw that it was still early, so she simply didn't leave first and waited for her aunt to come back.

She saw a big basin at the foot of the bed, and a basin of dirty clothes was thrown in it, and while she was waiting for someone, Luo Mingjiao moved the big basin out and washed the clothes.

When Huzi saw Luo Mingjiao's actions, he was obviously happy again.

When the aunt came back with a bag of plastic bottles, she saw Luo Mingjiao drying clothes with Huzi, Huzi had changed into clean clothes, and Luo Mingjiao washed not only the ones in the basin, but also the ones that Huzi threw to her halfway.

The aunt thought she was dazzled, and it wasn't until Huzi saw her and ran over to call her that the aunt came back to her senses.

"Auntie!" Luo Mingjiao shouted with a smile, she had already seen the plastic bottle in her aunt's hand, there was it in the yard of Xiaoluo Lane, and there were paper shells and the like, Grandma Luo also picked it up, Luo Mingjiao knew the purpose.

"Hey, hey!" The aunt answered twice, and tears came out.

The aunt's surname is Yao, called Yao Guilan, this year's fifty has eight, and she gave birth to a son in her life, when the son was there, the family lived well, five years ago, the son was married to the son, and when the tiger was born, the little couple Zhang Luo made up the honeymoon.

The affairs of young people, as long as they have the money on hand, Aunt Yao has no objection, anyway, the daughter-in-law has little milk, and the eldest grandson has eaten almost all milk powder since birth, and the son and daughter-in-law go to play for a few days, and she takes care of the grandson alone, no problem.

But who would have thought that the son and daughter-in-law would go and never come back.

Since then, the family has been left with grandparents and grandchildren to rely on each other, and the family's savings are not much. Huzi was only a few months old at that time, and the milk powder could not be broken, and the small guy had a bad mouth, and he only ate one brand of milk powder, which was still expensive.

By the time the tiger grows old enough to eat some complementary food, the family can't open the pot.

Fortunately, there is still a room at home, and in order to make more money, Aunt Yao used the remaining money to ask someone to separate her house, leaving a small nest for herself and her grandson, and the other two and a half rooms were rented out.

The location of Dengshi Street is good, but the former courtyard has long lost the style of the year, crowded and narrow, and the house that can't even see the sun, you have to go to the toilet to queue up, just her two and a half rooms, the rent is sky-high, and it is only one thousand.

Aunt Yao relied on this rent to support her grandson.

You can't go to kindergarten, but you can't go to elementary school and junior high school, watching Huzi grow up day by day, Aunt Yao was anxious, and then the neighbors gave an idea and received a cart selling fried vegetable cakes from others.

Since then, Aunt Yao has been going out every morning to sell egg scones.

Get up at half past four every day to prepare materials, go out at six o'clock to occupy a place, just this, sometimes you can't occupy a good position, because you go out too early, Huzi is still sleeping, so Aunt Yao will lock the door every morning.

At other times during the day, Aunt Yao would pick up the rags, and if she could sell more, she could save more money for her grandson's schooling.

In the past few years, her son and daughter-in-law had an accident, and relatives and friends gradually stopped contacting, but I didn't expect that a few years later, a stranger would help her wash her clothes.

Aunt Yao's tears of emotion converged into a river, and they flowed endlessly.

Luo Mingjiao couldn't persuade her, and Aunt Yao said: "Xiao Luo, it's not too early, go back!" When you have time, my aunt will make you an egg scramble to eat, and add two eggs. "Not to mention two eggs, next time Luo Mingjiao comes over, she stews chicken and improves the food.

The time is indeed not early, Luo Mingjiao can see that Aunt Yao wants to calm down, Luo Mingjiao sighed in her heart and got up to leave.

As she was leaving, she heard Huzi say, 'Don't go!' She heard Huzi crying, and Aunt Yao also wiped her tears.

Until she got on the bus home, Luo Mingjiao's mood couldn't calm down.

If the guess is correct, Huzi's parents are probably gone.

Luo Mingjiao didn't know that after she left, gradually Huzi stopped crying, and nested in Aunt Yao's arms for a long time, and asked sullenly: "Grandma, is she my mother?" ”

Aunt Yao was speechless, and wiped her tears with sadness again.

"She cooks for me, washes my hands, face, and clothes for me......" The voice became smaller and quieter, Huzi didn't cry, but the tears fell like a click.

Playing with the little friends in the alley, their mom will cook for them, wash their faces, wash their hands, and wash their clothes, and their mom will touch their heads and talk to them with a smile, just like her.

So he guessed that she must be her mother.

But grandma didn't speak, did he guess wrong?

…… It's the same, why isn't it a mother?

Huzi didn't understand, he was so aggrieved in his heart, and he cried again......