Chapter 107: Dad, I'm Hungry (Wan Geng Subscription 3/5)
It had only been three nights since she left home.
On the evening of the 23rd, she saw the small building collapse with her own eyes, and ate a familiar fish soup in a mine, and she couldn't contact Ming's father from that day.
The short time was like a business trip for her dad.
She had bad guesses, doubts, and subconsciously rejected all unacceptable answers and self-deception.
I don't dare to set foot here for a reason.
And now!
She's going to find the truth!
Ming Zhen took a deep breath and took a step forward, and suddenly opened the refrigerator door, cupboard, and other household appliances needed for daily life.
The first is to look for the remnants of life.
The second is to look for clues that Ming's father may have left.
The third is ......
Be sure.
The consciousness is divided into two parts, and one consciousness is connected to the bright water of the dream realm, which makes Mingzhen even confused, even if the shadow particles affect people's emotions.
But after her flame power enveloped her body.
It is no longer affected.
I have seen the life of Mingshui pursuing the way of the sword, and it seems that that firmness has been blessed to me.
After ceasing to deceive herself, Minzhen's power of action came out.
The kitchen was clean.
Ming Zhen reached out and touched the edge of the stove, there was no ash, and it was impossible for a kitchen that had been unoccupied for three or four days to be so clean.
There was fish in the fridge.
The large fish that had been chopped into several pieces was wrapped in plastic wrap and stuffed the refrigerator to the brim, and in the corner was ginger, onions and garlic also wrapped in plastic wrap.
There are also some red dried chili peppers in the place where the dried goods are kept.
Several types of beans are placed in transparent jars.
The place where the rice noodles were placed is also in the same place.
On the lower floor of the refrigerator, the freezer layer, boxes of hand-wrapped dumplings and hand-made dumplings are more than the last time Ming Dad left before his business trip.
Mingzhen was distracted for a moment and took out a box.
I washed it in a medium-sized soup pot, half full of ginseng water, put down twenty frozen dumplings directly, turned on the fire, and boiled.
She still knows how to cook dumplings simply.
Then she searched in the microwave and in the rice cooker.
These two places are very clean, as if they have been carefully cleaned up, and they are very familiar with Ming's father's habits of not being used to seeing the slightest bit of dirty.
Minzhen recalled.
When she left home on the morning of the 23rd, she came out with porridge in the rice cooker, and there was still a small half of the porridge left in the rice cooker, but now there is no more.
She also washed the dishes at the time, but she didn't do much housework and arranged things quite casually.
Now the cupboard is neatly organized clean and large bowls.
Apparently cleaned up again.
Mingzhen also reached out and touched it, of course, the cupboard was closed, and it was unlikely that there would be dust, and it was not impossible to touch anything.
"Huh? Why is it a little wet? ”
Mingzhen's fingers slid over the edge of a rice bowl, feeling a little wet.
She searched in a few more places.
Balls...... I still feel like using it just now......
Bang bang! Bang bang! Her heart was beating almost out of her chest, her eyes were wide and round, and she was suspicious...... Daddy is at home!
"Dad!!" Mingzhen rushed out of the kitchen and ran towards Ming's father's room.
The door was closed, and she knocked hard.
Min messed up to slow.
There was no one in there...... She was a little at a loss for the conclusion brought by her good ears and strong sensitivity.
He stood stunned for a moment.
Was it really the delusion that she was thinking too much?
She returned to her room and stood at the door, looking at the blue moon beautiful bed that was almost exactly the same as the previous hallucination.
She stared at the open window and froze.
Is it a fantasy?
The previous ones were the illusion content that appeared because she wanted it so much?
She covered her face and crouched down in the doorway.
"I also admit the illusion, Dad, I want to see you~~Woo~~"
It's been a few days, I've experienced countless things, I've met a lot of people, I've been proud to be a strong person, and I've carefully pretended to be a well-behaved girl.
Harboring some kind of self-delusional speculation.
It has been held on until now.
But now, she doesn't want to hold on.
"Dad, I want to eat fish...... I want to eat a whole fish feast...... You promised me that when I was admitted to a key university, I would make a whole fish feast, what fish balls, steamed fish, fried fish, braised ...... I'm going to ...... it all."
Mingzhen cowered in the doorway of the room, bowing her head and muttering.
"I want to take the college entrance examination, go to college, eat whole fish feast......"
Bang Bang Bang!
The sound of chopping meat sounded neatly and rhythmically.
Mingzhen buried her head between her hands and looked up blankly, on one side was the room without lights, and on the other side was the brightly lit living room, and ...... The kitchen where the sound of chopping meat can be heard.
Bang Bang Bang!
The expression on Mingzhen's face went from dazed to shocked, from shocked to ...... Joy!
She snapped to her feet.
She was about to rush to the kitchen when suddenly, she paused.
Her face seemed to be happy and sad, tears flowed down her face, and then, she wiped it with her sleeve, wiped the corners of her eyes red, and then rubbed her face.
Biting his lower lip, he slowly moved to the living room, close to the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen.
A tall figure was facing away from her, busy, as if it had been every day, but this back figure did not speak......
Vera stood in the living room near the kitchen.
Motionless.
I didn't dare to breathe too obviously, for fear of alarming something.
The back blocked some of the vision, but Ming Zhen could clearly see the body of the fish on the cutting board that had turned from meat pieces to puree, and the skillful deboning and chopping of meat with both hands.
Pat the garlic and cut the ginger, take an egg from the convenient position, and adjust it in a bowl.
And he took flour......
Dishes related to fish and meat are made in front of you.
Ming Zhen wiped her somewhat blurry eye sockets again, but she still couldn't hold back her nasal congestion and inhaled a little harder, and she couldn't take her eyes off her back.
The back didn't look back to care about her.
There is no opening.
No......
Her expression changed dramatically after her eyes were wiped dry once more by being wet and blurred again.
"Dad! Father! Where are you?! ”
The kitchen was gone.
She was about to rush in, but she paused again, and when she turned around, she saw a figure of freshly fried fish meatballs on the dining room table.
Even though she had a bit of a stuffy nose, she could smell the aroma of fried fish balls.
Mingzhen stood cautiously in place.
Whispered:
"Daddy~I'm hungry~" She tentatively walked over to the back, and the table full of her favorite meals was not as attractive to her as the figure.
She reached out, then paused.
The Figure...... shattered in front of her...... Broken...... Dropped ......
"Wow!!" Mingzhen cried heartbreakingly at the moment!
Click!
In the midst of her crying, she seemed to hear something, and she turned her head with teary eyes to see the tall figure crouching at the doorway with her back to her.
"Hiccup~" Ming Zhen hiccuped, and the whole person froze.
She didn't cry anymore, she took a few steps forward, took two steps back, squatted a few meters away from the back, and looked at the back seriously.
It's exactly the same as my father.,I'm shining my shoes very seriously.。
There are big shoes for men and small shoes for women.
She saw the pair of sneakers that the back had put her in, and the sneakers that were casually stuffed in the shoe cabinet were coated with some shoe polish of the same color, and wiped them with a clean soft cloth.