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The next morning, the rain was light, but it was still ticking.

Mo Xiangshan sent Mo Xiaomi to school, and when he came back, he went to Steward Zhou's place to have a look, and helped to do something by the way.

Steward Zhou sweated yesterday afternoon, took medicine in the evening, and is already well today.

Originally, his cold was caused by rain, but the treatment was timely, and Steward Zhou was in good health, so he could get better so quickly.

Seeing Mo Xiangshan coming, Steward Zhou squeezed out a little smile on his face and forced a smile.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiangshan asked, "It can't be that your little master is sick, right?" ”

Steward Zhou shook his head and sighed: "Hey, my little master is weak and unwilling to eat. You look at the bowl, and you eat half a bowl of rice, and the dishes on the plate, one or two chopsticks for each dish. How can you grow your body after eating so much? ”

Hearing this, Mo Xiangshan was also stunned, and said with some disbelief: "No, yesterday I saw that millet sent food to the little master, the rice was finished, the two dishes were finished, and there was still a small half bowl of tomato and egg soup left." Although the portion is not much, it is not a small amount for small children. ”

"What?" Steward Zhou couldn't believe it, "You mean you've eaten all the bowls of rice?" ”

Anyway, since he took care of the little young master, the little young master has never eaten a whole bowl of rice at one time.

"I should have finished eating, anyway, I saw that the bowl and the plate were empty, and there was only a little soup left." Mo Xiangshan said, "Why don't you wait for Xiaomi to come back from school, and I'll ask carefully?" ”

"Okay, you have to ask." Steward Zhou said, "You don't know, in order to let the little master eat a little more, I'm almost sad to death." ”

Mo Xiangshan looked at the food on the plate, it didn't look very good, and it didn't smell very good, so he said, "Is the food you made not suitable for the little master's appetite?" ”

"Actually, the food I cook is quite delicious, I don't believe you can taste it." Steward Zhou took a piece of meat with chopsticks and gave it to Mo Xiangshan to taste.

Mo Xiangshan ate it and thought it was good, although it was not so delicious that he swallowed his tongue, but it tasted good.

"That's weird." Mo Xiangshan said, "Then I'll ask Xiaomi later, but my millet makes food that tastes much better than yours." Her mom and I often complimented her. Especially the Dongpo meat stewed in the clay pot, oops, I can't wait to swallow my tongue in my stomach. ”

Steward Zhou swallowed his saliva and said, "I can't wait for the rain, I'll go to the market to buy more meat, and go to your house to help me make some." If my little master likes to eat, then I will learn to cook with Xiaomi and Huihui. ”

"Haha, no." Mo Xiangshan said, "Wait for me to do it next time, and I'll send you some." ”

At noon, Mo Xiangshan went to pick up Mo Xiaomi.

It's no longer raining, but there are still some dark clouds in the sky.

It's good that you won't get dizzy from the sun.

"Xiaomi, yesterday you brought food to your little brother, how much did he eat?" Mo Xiangshan led his granddaughter and walked carefully on the muddy road, lest his granddaughter accidentally roll into the ditch.

Along the way, he saw two or three children rolling into a ditch on the side of the road.

Fortunately, the water went down and the child was able to climb up on his own, but it was still dangerous.

Mo Xiaomi, after thinking for a while, said: "Little brother has eaten a lot, and I have eaten all the meals I have sent, and there is only half a bowl of tomato and egg soup left." By the way, my little brother also lent me a small picture book, it's very beautiful, and when I'm done, I'll return it. ”