Zhuang Yi's usual quality of life is okay.

At home, my mother cooks meat almost every meal, and occasionally makes some small seafood such as flower nails and prawns to improve the interest of life.

In school, although the taste of the cafeteria is a little worse, the food standard has not decreased, and the meals are guaranteed to have meat and vegetables.

The original Zhuang Yi sometimes disliked the average taste and bad taste of the dishes made by his mother, but now he ......

Compared to this rye!

Zhuang Yi felt that his original little life could be said to be completely enjoyable, no! It's basically a life like a local tyrant.

I used to hear that in many places, some people still live a life without enough food and clothing, but Zhuang Yi still doesn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, it was this one, an extremely real game, that taught him a very serious lesson.

I dare not say it anywhere else......

As far as the situation in Xuehua Village is concerned, it is definitely more serious than imagined, and even the most basic food problem has not been solved......

"Village Chief! You've had a busy day, too! This bowl of rye porridge, I hope you don't dislike it! ”

Well?

Just when Zhuang Yi was very impressed by the food problem in Xuehua Village, Zhang was very gentle and handed over a bowl of black soup.

Zhuang Yi also subconsciously stretched out his hands.

Name: Rye soup

Level: Lv8

Category: Dishes? Forage?

Attributes: None

Uses: Edible? Pet rations?

Evaluation: It is actually inferior horse material that can be used for cooking with good quality drinking water, and it is not even a good ingredient. The person who made this I don't know what it is, is either a genius or an idiot!

……

The rye porridge in Zhang's mouth?

Game-judged rye soup......

Where there are geniuses, where there are idiots, if they can make it with other ingredients, who would use rye, or so...... Hold it carefully!

For the first time, Zhuang Yi denied the evaluation given by the game, looked at it in a daze, and the black soup in his hand was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Village Chief! Then I'll go home and feed Xiao Azi first, and I won't bother you!"

When Zhang saw Zhuang Yi and took the rye porridge he handed over, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time picked up a bowl of soup, which was thinner than the one he had just handed to Zhuang Yi, and walked towards his house very carefully.

"Rye soup...... If you're sick, just eat this?!"

Zhuang Yi didn't listen to what Zhang said, and he didn't even notice that Zhang was gone, but felt that the wooden bowl in his hand was unusually heavy.

In fact, in the depths of the forest, when he felt cold, Zhuang Yi guessed that according to the realism of this game, thirst and hunger should also appear.

Then when he was helped back to the village by Ma Liu, Zhuang Yi really felt hungry.

It's just that he has been busy with tasks, and the villagers haven't mentioned eating, so Zhuang Yi also held back and didn't say anything.

But now...... This bowl of rye soup ......

"I'm a mother!"

"I thought it was ...... I'm going to die!"

"It's really painful! The power of the Divine Bird is really too strong!"

"I just took a sip! It hurts me!"

……

Just when Zhuang Yi was looking at the rye soup, the voices of the surrounding villagers pulled Zhuang Yi's thinking back to the present.

"If I knew it hurts so much, I might as well ...... Huh! Village Chief, you also took the time to cook a bowl of rye porridge!"

Ma Liu was the closest to the broken iron bucket, and after receiving the baptism of ice aura, he stood up for the first time, and naturally saw it, and was silently expressing his solemnity.

Name: Ma Liu

Identity: Ordinary villager of Xuehua Village

Level: Lv14 (20)

Realm: Do not enter the stream

Skills: Level 1 Hunting, Level 1 Fishing

Talent: Has a sense of qi and can be cultivated

Evaluation: Ordinary people with more agile movements are worth cultivating.

Loyalty: 78

After Zhuang Yi heard Ma Liu's shout, he also subconsciously raised his eyes and looked over.

Ma Liu's attributes can also be said to be a new look!

"I didn't make it! Zhang cooked porridge for her daughter, and got me a bowl!" Zhuang Yi replied.

And Ma Liu was writhing his limbs because of the sequelae of pain, waiting for Zhuang Yi's answer at the right time, but after Zhuang Yi's words fell, the whole person was petrified, staring at Zhuang Yi in disbelief.

"Village...... Chief? Are you sure...... This is the porridge that Zhang cooked for you? When did Zhang become so generous? Today is not a big day, how can you put so much rye?!"

Zhuang Yi lowered his head, looked at the rye visible to the naked eye in the bowl, suddenly frowned, and couldn't help but ask: "How does she usually make porridge?" ”

"What else can you do! Usually, the two of them cook a large pot of porridge with a few grains of rye, and drink some at noon and night when they are hungry...... In fact, it's not just the two of them, it's the ...... in the village Huh! Chief! Where are you going?"

Ma Liu said unhurriedly, but in the middle of speaking, he saw Zhuang Yi turning his head very simply and leaving, and couldn't help but ask loudly.

Gruel! Gruel! Gruel!

Are they all blind?!

It's obviously a pot of water, but it has to be said to be porridge!

It's not that labor and management haven't seen real porridge!

This broken game, do what Nima does so really!

And Zhuang Yi only felt that the corners of his eyes and nose were a little sour, and the wooden bowl in his hand, which was already heavy, became more and more hot at this time, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

……

"Mother! These clothes are so warm! It looks so good, too!"

"Don't touch it! This is the noble robe of the village chief! Don't break it!"

"Mother~ It's really the noble robe of the village chief...... Xiao Azi is not covered! Mother, you should return it to the village chief!" The voice seemed very anxious.

"Girl! This robe...... It was the village chief who gave you special permission to build. But the village chief said that you are only allowed to build one night, and if your wind and cold are not good, we will be held accountable for the sins of our mother and daughter!!" Zhang's voice trembled a little, obviously he didn't lie much usually, and he even lied to his children, and he seemed very weak-hearted.

But for Zhang Xiaozi, Zhang's lies are very useful.

At least Zhuang Yi has never heard of it in his life, a young girl, in a word that is almost frightened, "I am not sick!" The wind chill is good! Don't dare to catch the wind chill anymore!" Something like that.

That's a ragged cotton coat!

Where is what robe!

Zhuang Yi's whole person is now a little fragmented, and his head is completely empty, only his right hand holding the wooden bowl, pinching the bottom of the bowl, and the knuckles of his fingers are prominent.

"Don't talk about that! Girl, look at what's there tonight, the porridge that my mother specially cooked for you!"

"Mother~ Why are there so many rye? Little Azi is not hungry! Mother...... Mother...... You eat ......"

"My mother has already eaten it! Come on, only eat something, the wind chill can get better early!"

"Mother~ Little Azi...... Little Azi ...... Isn't it particularly useless? Woowoo...... Little Azi is always ...... I'm always sick, it's Xiao Azi who has tired my mother!"

"Dead girl~head! Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang cried.

"Mother~ Why don't you sell Xiao Azi! Xiao Azi knows that there is no rye at home...... Little Azi is really not hungry......"

Bang bang bang......

"Who?"

Zhang heard a knock on the door outside the house, subconsciously wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, immediately stopped crying, and then asked loudly.

Bang bang bang......

But Zhang still didn't get a response, only a knock on the door.

At this time, Zhang couldn't sit still, got up and walked towards the door, wanting to see which one killed a thousand knives, and knocked on the door without squeaking.

However, when Zhang pushed the door open, there was no figure in sight, only a bowl of rye porridge that was full and placed at the door......