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And the little meat ball is not a son, it is a girl.

The small ball of meat is tender and crooked, the limbs are short, the head and the belly are fat, the young hair on the body is fluffy and soft, and it walks like a fluffy ball rolling on the bed, and even the small meat pads on the feet are tender pink, and it does not look like a full moon.

Zhou Xiaoan hugged the little tiger and walked over to see it, it pounced on the little tiger's tail, and hugged it tightly in its arms with four small broken legs and did not let go. With a slight wag of the tiger's tail, he pulled it and rolled on the bed several times.

However, after rolling it, it pounced as soon as possible, and still hugged the tail of the little tiger accurately and fiercely. Xiaohu threw it several times again.

The little ball of meat persevered seven or eight times, and each time it was thrown away, but it was full of tenacity, clumsily turning its head on the bed, and then pounced on it as soon as it was finished.

Zhou Xiaoan looked at it with great interest, and felt that the little meat ball began to have mosquito coils around his eyes. In the end, I don't know if Xiaohu was annoyed or lost his temper by it, so he let his four little broken legs cling to his big tail and ignore it.

The little meat ball finally got what he wanted, and hugged the big tail of the little tiger and stopped contentedly.

Zhou Xiaoan was almost adored by its small appearance, and asked Xiaohu happily, "What about your daughter-in-law?" Did you give birth to one? Be gentle with your daughter! How can a father have such a big temper! ”

Little Potato couldn't help but remind her, "An An, this little meat ball doesn't look like Xiaohu, maybe it's not its daughter." ”

The little meat ball is a cow cat, holding the tip of the tiger's tail and curling up a rice ball, the body is snow-white, the two round ears are black, the eyes on one side of the face are also black, and there are a few pieces of black on the tip of the tail and the back, which does not look like the little tiger at all.

But the demeanor and movements are exactly the same as when it was a child, so Zhou Xiaoan felt that it was Xiaohu's child at first glance.

When Shen Yuehai came back from work, Zhou Xiaoan was still struggling, whether this was Xiaohu's baby?

Did the little tiger bring it back, and you have to take good care of it.

Shen Yuehai took a plastic eye drop vial and fed the little meat ball like Xiaohu did when he was a child, this little guy was like hugging Xiaohu's tail, and as soon as he tasted it, his four little paws were put on together, and he hugged his hand tightly.

Zhou Xiaoan and Shen Yuehai glanced at each other, this time there is no need to doubt it, it must be Xiaohu's daughter! This little guy's eating energy is exactly the same as when Xiaohu was a child, and he won't let go if he doesn't eat it in his mouth!

After eating enough, the little guy didn't recognize his life, and spread out his limbs and lay on Shen Yuehai's hands, humming comfortably. But as soon as Shen Yuehai put it on the bed, it ran to hug Xiaohu's tail as soon as possible.

Hold the tail and move it up little by little, if the little tiger doesn't shake it off, it has to inch in, and little by little it moves to the top and drills under the body.

Xiaohu was so annoyed by it that he couldn't do it, but he wanted to be next to Zhou Xiao'an, so he surrounded her and avoided it little by little. The little meat ball followed the little tiger with a dead face, and moved most of the circle, the little tiger was too lazy to hide, and it got what it wanted and finally got under the little tiger's belly.

Zhou Xiaoan took Xiaohu and Xiaoxiong to show Shen Mei the next day, yes, the little meat ball has a name, the little name is Xiaoxiong, and the big name Shen Yuehai resolutely opposes calling Shen Fantuan, which can only be determined.

In fact, Zhou Xiaoan felt that it was more realistic to call Shen Rolling, but unfortunately his grandfather was still not satisfied, so he could only give a nickname first.

It is called Little Bear because it looks like a panda, with black ears and round eyes, and it also likes to hang on the little tiger as a pendant.

The little tiger hangs on its tail when it lies on its stomach, and the little tiger walks on someone's lap, anyway, it has to hang on someone else's body for whatever the little tiger does.

Zhou Xiaoan showed Shen Mei the function of the bear's pendant, and was very proud, "Interesting!" Our little tiger went out for more than ten days and brought back a daughter! ”

Shen Mei poked Xiaohu's head, very concerned about its weight, "Is Xiaohu fat again?" The other cats were starving, and it ran out for half a month to gain weight and picked up a big fat girl! Is this a cat? It's a cat demon, right? ”

Zhou Xiaoan looked at Xiaohu, "Are you fat?" Why didn't I see it? Her current mentality towards Xiaohu is that the mother of the child who went out to college for the first time and came home for the winter vacation, how can she feel that the child is suffering outside, and if she is not thin, she is also thin.

With this mentality, she has to admit that Xiaohu is indeed not thin.

However, not everyone can adapt to the environment and survive like Xiaohu, the food crisis is getting more and more serious, and everyone is working hard to be able to eat a mouthful of survival food.

The "incremental steaming rice method" has long been popularized, and Zhang Da Spoon blackens his face when he mentions this, "No matter how much rice comes out, it is also more water!" ”

However, I still had to ask the rice steamer in the cafeteria to add water to the rice repeatedly and steam it repeatedly, striving to steam more rice with the least amount of rice. It can make everyone full of water and cheat their stomachs.

There are more and more patients with edema and hepatitis, and you can't buy sugar and soybeans with the hospital's diagnosis certificate.

Zhou Xiaoan has seen the "rehabilitation powder" in the hands of the workers in the factory, which contains wheat bran, soybean flour and a little sugar, and is taken with boiling water, which is said to have a "miraculous effect" in treating edema caused by malnutrition......

Food substitutes have also begun to become the most common noun in people's daily lives, and the swimming pool in the factory has been closed, and chlorella is raised in it, which is said to be the best food substitute that a scientist has newly researched.

Wan Zhantian has been unable to tear up food stamps recently, and they can't always have two bowls of clear soup a day, so they set their sights on food substitutes. In particular, chlorella is a plant that is easy to raise, with high yields and short cycles.

He also went to the canteen and asked Zhang Dasco to take the lead in making pastries, bread, chlorella porridge and chlorella paste from chlorella, taking this cause as another new way to save food for the country.

He even went to the nursery to advocate feeding children with chlorella, "which is nutritious and comparable to milk powder." ”

Everyone tried every means to fill their stomachs, but the threat of hunger was getting more and more serious, after a worker became numb because of hunger and forced his hand into the cutting machine, Zhou Xiaoan once again felt the blood that was still hot, and she knew that she had to do something.

I used to hear Grandpa Zhou talk about this period, and Zhou Xiaoan clearly remembered that the most admired by several old workers was a food substitution program that came from other places.

But now that this plan has not been passed on, then she can only do it herself.

Zhou Xiaoan first went to Zhao Yuanhua to understand the situation, he is the warehouse dispatcher of the food factory, and he knows the affairs of the food factory very well.

And Zhou Xiaoan has always had a feeling that Zhao Yuanhua has a lot of kindness towards her, and even has an inexplicable closeness and awe, which is by no means a feeling that can be generated by a single gesture of help from an acquaintance.