Honghuye Pier.

Lu Xiaoyu squatted in front of the clay stove, adding firewood to the stove little by little.

"Mom, is the rice porridge delicious?"

"It's delicious. Why isn't it delicious? This is rice porridge. It's made from white rice. It's very fragrant!"

Qiu opened the lid of the pot and stirred it to let the aroma come out.

"Smell it, does it smell good?"

Lu Xiaoyu stood up halfway, leaned close to the earthen jar and took a deep smell: "Oh, it smells good."

The white-flowered rice, added with water, simmered for half an hour, turned into fragrant and sticky rice porridge.

Mrs. Qiu has grown up so much, and her daughter has given birth to several children, but she has never eaten such good food.

After smelling the aroma of porridge, Lu Xiaoyu became more and more interested in making fire.

Before she left, Mrs. Qiu told Xiaoyu that the food should be cooked slowly over low heat so that it would be delicious and nourishing. She then added fine firewood to the stove one by one.

She and her sisters collected the firewood for the family, and my mother cut and dried the hay in handfuls.

Not to mention making porridge, even on weekdays, we would not burn firewood and waste firewood.

In the pot, the originally clear water rolled and jumped around the white rice grains, and finally became sticky.

The aroma spread on the wild pier, and children from the surrounding houses gathered around.

One by one, they gathered around the small clay stove, stretching their necks to greedily inhale the aroma of the porridge.

Li Canggan ran over with his bare feet wearing his brother's old jacket. The wide jacket was dragged down to the crook of his legs. There was nothing under the jacket, not even any trousers.

Not only the male children in Ye Pier dress like this. At least five of the six children do not have Zhou Zheng clothes to wear. They are either wearing the old clothes of their elder brothers and sisters, or they are wearing the rags of their parents.

It’s good to be able to raise a child safely, have a stutter, and have a place to sleep.

The weather is warm, so it doesn't matter if you wear thin clothes. In summer, some children will be shirtless all day long, and who cares whether they are shy or not.

Li Canguan relied on his family's boat to be close to Lu Xiaoyu's family's boat, and struggled to push away the two children who were surrounding Lu Xiaoyu. He didn't care whether he was wearing pants or not, and squatted directly next to Lu Xiaoyu.

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I don't feel shy even if I show off my little tits openly.

"Xiaoyu, what do you cook at home? It smells so good." As he spoke, Li Cangua snorted.

Yellow pus was sucked into the nasal cavity and slipped out again.

He lifted up his sleeve and wiped it, and a long, bright horizontal line immediately appeared on the shiny black cuff.

Li CanGuan didn't feel ashamed and raised his hand to push Lu XiaoYu.

As if someone had pinched him, Lu Xiaoyu suddenly jumped up from the ground, shouting at the top of his voice: "Li CanGuan, are you dirty?"

"What's dirty?"

Li Canguan rubbed his sleeves on his body nonchalantly, then moved closer to Lu Xiaoyu, "What delicious food are you making at home? It's so delicious?"

"You don't care what I cook at home, just stay away from me."

Lu Xiaoyu pushed Li Canguan aside in disgust, "It's so dirty. Why doesn't your mother wash you? Look at your sleeves, they're all crusty."

Qiu loves to be clean. Although the Lu family is also poor, the whole family is always dressed neatly and neatly.

Li Cancan's mother was not a particular person to begin with, and even though a young man like Li Cancan was very good at cleaning things, he went out for a while and came back looking disgraced. Later, his mother ignored him.

Children from poor families all come here like this, and no one will tell anyone about it.

"Why are you like this?"

Li Cangua was pushed by Lu Xiaoyu and became angry, "I just asked if it's okay, and I won't eat your food."

"No, you go away quickly, don't get in the way here, if my pot is overturned, you have to..."

Lu Xiaoyu wanted to say harsh words, but after thinking for a long time, he finally remembered, "I'll make your parents pay fifty cents."

For a child of her age, it is difficult to own even one penny, let alone fifty penny.

Fifty cents, that's a huge sum of money.

"snort."

Being so disliked by Lu Xiaoyu, Li Canguan couldn't save his face. He snorted unhappily, dug his eyes hard at the lid of the steaming pot at Lu's house, and then angrily pulled a few

A good friend to play with.

"Let's go. No one is allowed to play with Lu Xiaoyu from now on. Anyone who plays with her will not give me the face of Li CanGuan."

The boy was dragged away by Li Canguan, leaving a thin black girl about the same age as Lu Xiaoyu still squatting on the spot, looking hard at the rice porridge pot, wanting to get in and take a look.

Before the Lu family's rice porridge was ready, the little girl was called away by a skinny woman: "Ma Lanhua? Where did you die? You haven't come back to wash your diapers."

Malanhua reluctantly got up and turned around while walking. Finally, she was dragged by her ears back to her boat to wash her diapers.

In the shack, Lu Sheige couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as he heard the noise outside turned quiet again.

She had no curiosity about this strange world, only helplessness and sighs.

This fucking time travel, it turns out everything written in the novel is true!

After the rice porridge was boiled, Mrs. Qiu took a wooden bowl and carefully scraped all the rice grains and soup into the bowl. She glanced at Lu Xiaoyu squatting next to her and felt a little unbearable for a moment.

Not to mention the child, even she was so greedy that she wanted to lower her head and take a sip.

Mrs. Qiu took the spoon, scooped out a spoonful, hesitated for a while, poured back half a spoonful, then rubbed the bottom of the spoon carefully against the edge of the bowl, and then carefully handed it to Lu Xiaoyu's mouth: "Good boy, Xiaoyu."

Ah, just take a bite, this is for Xiaosi, she is still sick."

Lu Xiaoyu struggled to look away from the rice porridge in the spoon and shook his head vigorously: "Mom, I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry. Give it to Xiaosi. When Xiaosi is full, his illness will be cured."

During the first few days when Xiao Si came home, he fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

The doctor came twice, and my father went to grab several bags of bitter medicine and came back to boil it. After boiling it, he drank it bit by bit for Xiao Si.

Xiaoyu secretly dipped a little bit of the bitter medicine into her finger and tasted it. It was really bitter, a bitterness she had never tasted before.

Yesterday, Xiaosi finally woke up. I don’t know what my father and Xiaosi said in the room. When I came out, my father’s eyes were red and my mother kept wiping tears.

Xiaosi, is this okay?

Once she drinks the porridge her mother cooked, she will get better faster, right?

As long as Xiaosi gets better, it doesn't matter whether she drinks porridge or not.

Mrs. Qiu glanced at the cute little fish guiltily and took back the spoon. She thought for a moment, then simply added another half a bowl of water to the pot, stirred it until it boiled, scooped it out and handed it to the little fish.

"Drink."

Qiu scraped all the rice porridge in the pot, leaving only some rice porridge roasted on the bottom of the pot. Qiu put water in it and boiled it, leaving half a bowl of slightly white rice soup.

The clear soup was watery, but Lu Xiaoyu drank it and tasted like rice porridge.

It was just a small half bowl of rice soup, and Xiaoyu didn't want to drink it alone. He took the bowl into the cabin and shared it with his two sisters.

Seeing Xiao Yu holding the bowl with great care, Qiu's throat trembled.

When Xiaosi woke up, the doctor said that the child was seriously injured and that he would need to drink medicine for a few days and take good care of him.

This rice porridge was hard to come by. Almost all the money saved by the family in the past six months was used to buy medicine for Xiao Si. The remaining dozens of yuan only bought half a liter of rice, which could only be used to cook a few meals of rice porridge for Xiao Si.
Chapter completed!