Feeling the respectful gaze of everyone, Wuchen was satisfied with the feeling of being in the spotlight, and felt a lot more comfortable.

As for being pushed by the village chief's mother-in-law Li one after another, he had already blackened his face, and he didn't know how many stupid women he scolded in his heart, which made him break the mentality of being lifeless for a hundred years.

Thinking that he was a person like an immortal, he was broken by an ignorant village woman, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, adding fuel to the fire.

For such a bowl of rice, he almost ruined his master's Taoism.

When he was angry, he said straight in his heart, stupid woman, isn't it just a bowl of rice? Procrastination is a waste of time.

But now this feeling of all the attention is good.

As the party concerned, Yi Xiaomi's face was weak, pitiful, and very hungry, which attracted many people's pity and guilt for her.

Soon, Mrs. Li came over with a big bowl of steamed buns that were barely porridge, and at first glance, she knew that the cold steamed buns were torn into small pieces by hand, soaked in water, and looked steaming, which were boiled in boiling water.

This porridge is very ordinary, but it still caused a lot of people to drool.

After all, every family is poor and can't open the pot, and those with a slightly better family background sell their fields cheaply and rent them cheaply, so they find a place to take refuge early.

Most of the people left behind had nowhere to go, so they had to eat wild vegetables and the like, and of course, some people ate brown rice.

So when Mrs. Li brought the bowl over, passing by the people next to her, some people secretly glanced at it, and secretly said in their hearts: Mrs. Li is Mrs. Li, and she is still so picky, everyone is going to go on the road, and they don't let the family eat enough, and everyone is despised.

But there are also people who are envious, thinking that it would be nice if they could eat steamed buns themselves.

Mrs. Li sent it to Yi Xiaomi, in order to show her generosity, kindness, and kindness, Mrs. Li personally fed Yi Xiaomi.

scooped a spoonful, blew and blow, and handed it to Yi Xiaomi's lips, "Good boy, are you hungry?" Come, grandma feeds you, this porridge is the best porridge in grandma's house, grandma is reluctant to give your village chief uncle to eat, you, lucky today, you ate the porridge that your village chief uncle didn't eat, come, open your mouth, ah-"

Yi Xiaomi glanced at the soup spoon, a small piece of steamed bun, the soup is as clear as water, and it is the best porridge? Is she really an eight-year-old girl who doesn't know the world?

However, she is not a picky eater, and the main thing at the moment is not to eat, but to stall for time.

Will be settled, open his mouth to hold it, and don't forget to praise after eating: "Thank you Grandma Li, your porridge is delicious, millet can only drink vegetable soup at home, a family of thirteen people, every time the wild vegetables dug are not enough to eat, this is really the best porridge that millet eats." ”

Yi Xiaomi is telling the truth.

The Yi family has not yet been separated, there are six members of the uncle's family, two grandmothers, and the aunt has already reached the end of the year, and she is still waiting to be married, and the old girl is one, plus four members of their family.

More than a dozen mouthfuls of large and small.

Whether it is true or false, it is always good to have a sweet mouth, for example, Mrs. Li is very proud, as if she has really become a good person, she speaks loudly and kindly, and there is no vicious and unwilling face just now.

"If you like it, come, eat slowly." Mrs. Li spooned another spoonful, blew again, and handed it to Yi Xiaomi's mouth.

Yi Xiaomi looked reluctant to swallow it, but seeing that Mrs. Li kept holding the spoon, she reluctantly chewed and chewed the previous bite, which made the people around her feel sad, and they all forgot that Millet caused Mrs. Li to hold the spoon porridge for a long time.

After swallowing it, Yi Xiaomi looked at the second spoonful of porridge handed to her lips, and tears of emotion fell, "Grandma Li, thank you, Xiaomi, so happy, so happy, but, but Xiaomi wants to cry, woo woo!" ”