"Oh, thank God, you're finally back!" 3

Prasvia was so happy, she looked at me and smiled, like she had seen hope again. Because the room is impermeable, the light is also inaccessible, and the whole room is dark, and if it weren't for the flame of the soup and the dim oil lamp, I would really be missing my fingers. So I took every step carefully, for fear of stepping on something I shouldn't have stepped on.

"Hey, Mom, is the soup ready? I'm starving! ”

Tenaia clutched her stomach and protested dissatisfiedly to the old woman Prasvia, who was completely coquettish.

"Food, okay, it's going to be good right away!" Although he said it, the speed of stirring the food in his hands was much faster.

The aroma of the food and the sound of the wooden spoon stirring in the soup had long since made me unbearable, but for the sake of face, I was too embarrassed to show them how hungry I was.

"Tenaia, quickly find a chair for Luga, come back from afar, take a break, Luga, you can rest quickly, the soup will be good immediately, it will be good immediately!"

Tenaia obeyed her mother's command, and like a swallow, she ran to my side and held me up

"My husband, sit down."

At this time, Tenaia became like a conscientious maid again, but she did not say a word, but she carefully took my arm and helped me to sit down on the chair next to the table.

"Huh? What about Dr. Bella? ”

As soon as I sat down and looked around, and there was no sign of Dr. Bella, I couldn't help but ask Tenea.

The smile on Tenea's face disappeared at the mention of Dr. Bella, and she sat next to me, as if she was hiding some secret, and she wanted to tell it, but she looked back at her mother, and she didn't say anything.

I followed her gaze, and the old woman was still stirring the soup in the pot diligently, but from time to time she had to wipe her face. The sound of the spoon stirring in the pot was accompanied by the slight sobs of the old woman. She must have been hiding something, could it be that Dr. Bella didn't come back?

How could I sit still any longer, is it really what I thought Dr. Bella was because the Oron gold in his pocket had opened the eyes of the Germanic mercenaries who had worked for money to give the poor old man ...... I didn't dare to think about it any further, and if that was the case, then I had really made a well-intentioned but unforgivable mistake.

"How is it possible, how can this be." I can't accept this news, but look at the silent Tenaia, and the old woman Prasvia who secretly wiped her tears, it seems to be true, it really is like this.

"Come, drink the soup, you must be hungry, poor boy."

The old woman, Prasvia, brought a large bowl full of vegetable soup and a piece of bread that was somewhat dry and hard. The bread was so hard that it was about to fall off its dregs, and I really didn't expect them to eat such food at this time. Is this why Dr. Bella didn't come back?

Put the bread in a bowl and watch it float like a boat in the soup that is as thin as a lake. Along with bread, is there less poor vegetables, how can this be full? No wonder Tenaia looks pale. I looked at the poor old woman, who then brought another bowl of soup to Tenea, which was covered with rotten leaves, but Tenaia looked very happy.

"Oh, thank you Mom, it's the best meal I've had in this time." Tenaia clasped her hands together and looked at her mother, Prasvia, with gratitude in her eyes. Look at the soup in the bowl, oh my God, very, very "plain". But Tenaia was still very happy, she took a wooden spoon and handed it to me, and when I took it, she quickly picked up her own spoon, held the wooden bowl full of soup, and ate it in a big gulp.

The poor woman, the old woman Prasvia, also brought her own bowl of soup, and sat opposite me and Tenaia, and by the dim light I could see that Tenaia was gobbling up soup and bread without the image of a lady, and then look at me, although I was very hungry, but at this time I was so frightened by Tenaia's eating that I forgot to start for a while. The old woman, Prasvia, smiled with satisfaction, and the wrinkles on her face were even more noticeable in the light. She was not in a hurry to drink the soup with a wooden spoon, but looked at me, whether I had to watch me taste her handiwork.

I looked down at the green soup in the bowl, and the dry bread floating on top of the soup gradually sucked up enough water and sank. The vegetable leaves were like ships on the Mediterranean Sea outside the house, and the bread was like a continent, or an island, that gradually sank to the bottom of the bowl.

I picked up the spoon again, scooped up a spoonful of green water, put it to my lips and took a sip, let the soup enter my mouth, I tasted it, it didn't taste as good as I thought, not even better than the crappy army cook. But for me who was hungry, it was still a delicious meal. But for some reason, I always had a feeling of guilt, because Dr. Bella, he hadn't shown up until now, was there really a danger? And this mother and daughter are enduring the pain and not telling me such bad news.

I immediately got up, and if it was really as I thought, I wouldn't be able to eat this meal even if I was hungry. I'm hungry, but at times like these, I have to hold my ground.

"I'm going to see Dr. Bella, I'm going to see him, one way or another."

My tone was resolute, and I looked at the two who had stopped their spoons. Tenaia stopped the chopsticks in her hand and looked at me blankly, as if she was reluctant in her eyes, as if I was embarrassing the two of them.

"Luga, you've just come home, can't we avoid something like this?" Prasvia looked at me with sincerity in her eyes and some untouchable caution.

No, she must have hidden something, otherwise she wouldn't have been so deliberately hiding, and I gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

Still unable to bear my repeated demands, the old woman Prasvia finally gave in, and with a long sigh and a lost expression, she sat up and said to me, "Come, follow me." ”

After saying that, she got up and went to another part of the house, where there was a closed door, and she stood in front of the door, looking at me, silent for a long time, as if asking me, do you really want to open it?

"Open it!" I've made up my mind, and even eight tall horses can't pull it back.

Afraid that she couldn't resist my persistence, Prasvia opened the door anyway.

"Is Dr. Bella here?"

With this question in mind, I strode through the door.