The old lady wanted to ask her daughter what happened, but seeing that her girl was listless, she hurriedly helped her lie down, covered her with a quilt, patted her on the back, and looked loving.

Lu Jiu couldn't cry or laugh a little, and always felt like a newborn baby.

"Mother, I'm a little hungry."

Lu Jiu wasn't very comfortable getting close to the old lady, so he casually made an excuse.

It's not a casual excuse, it's that she's hungry in the first place.

Lu Jiumei was tortured by her evil mother-in-law, drank half a bowl of porridge all day, and helped prepare lunch to entertain Lin Wenyi's classmates, but later she was almost trivialized.

In desperation, he committed suicide by hitting the wall.

This body has been tossing for so long, and it has long been hungry.

As soon as she heard that the old lady was hungry, the old lady hurriedly got off the kang and walked to the hall, and shouted at the kitchen: "The third family, is the dinner ready?" ”

Not long after, a soft voice came from the kitchen: "Mother, it will be fine soon." ”

After a quarter of an hour, it was finally time to eat!

A boxy dining table surrounded more than a dozen people.

This does not include Lu Shuangxia's small family.

There are enough people in this family.

The eldest brother, Lu Dachun, married his wife Zhao and had three sons, namely the thirteen-year-old Dalang, the ten-year-old Erlang, and the five-year-old Sanlang.

The third brother Lu Sanqiu, married to Sun, has two daughters, five-year-old Hua'er and three-year-old Duo'er, because he has no son, he is often bullied by his sister-in-law Zhao, just half a year ago, Sun finally gave birth to a handle, that is, Xiao Shilang, who is only five months old.

The children's faces are yellow and thin, as if they are fleeing the famine, and their clothes are patches and patches, the eldest nephew is better, at least the face and hands are clean, but the small ones are cat faces, and the little hands are also black, they saw Lu Jiu, and called people crisply: "Auntie." ”

Lu Jiu had never seen so many people, nor was he so old, so he could only say: "Good." ”

The eldest nephew was only three years younger than her.

There was a small basket on the table, a small plate of black pickles, and a bowl of wild vegetable porridge in front of each person.

Lu Jiu was about to collapse from hunger, and drank a mouthful of wild vegetable porridge, a mouthful of bitterness, she subconsciously wanted to spit out the porridge, but she always felt that it was too rude to do so, so she could only frown and swallow it.

The bitter taste of the wild vegetable porridge still lingers in the mouth and lasts for a long time.

Lu Jiu could only take a nest head from the basket, wanting to suppress the bitter taste.

She took a bite and noticed a problem, the head of the nest was harder than her teeth.

There was no way, she could only break it into small pieces, throw it into her mouth, and chew it slowly, but she choked on her throat, couldn't swallow it at all, and choked her throat.

Lu Jiu coughed violently, the old lady came out of the kitchen with something, seeing this scene, she was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out, patted Lu Jiu's back with one hand, and poured fragrant millet porridge into her mouth with the other: "My little ancestor, can you eat these things?" Take a sip of porridge and slowly go down ......"

Lu Jiu drank several sips of millet porridge in a row, and then swallowed the nest head and picked up a small life.

"Girl, what's the matter?"

Feeling the old lady's loving gaze, Lu Jiu shook his head: "Mother, I'm fine." ”

"It's okay." The old lady took the food handed over by the Sun family, put it in front of Lu Jiu, and couldn't help but say, "Can you touch those things, these are your dinners." ”