Chapter 47: Hoping for the Food in My Space to Grow Quickly
The first time she ate this food, Zheng Xinyue thought it was quite delicious, with a slight bitter taste. It would be nice if the cornmeal was made from new corn, so it would taste sweeter.
Zheng Xinyue's actions shocked Li Xiuqin and Li Xiuli. They looked at each other secretly. Don't you blame your mother-in-law for loving your sister-in-law? She is so good at coaxing people?
"My daughter loves her mother."
Gao Guilan's nose was sore, her eyes were red, and her voice was choked. She raised her sleeves and wiped the corners of her eyes, deciding in her heart that she would love her daughter even more in the future.
"Mom will keep it for you. You can eat it when you come back at noon."
After all, she couldn't bear to eat the bowl of pimple soup in her mouth, so she put it aside and kept the good things for her daughter. As long as Xinyue didn't get sick, she was willing to cut her own flesh for her daughter.
Zheng Xinyue was speechless. Can the noodles be eaten at noon? It's hard to eat when it's lumped into a ball.
"Mom, if you don't eat it, I'll give it to Tie Hammer and the others."
Zheng Xinyue put down the wild vegetable porridge and started to share the pimple soup with the children. The children were so distressing, they were all as thin as big-headed dolls.
The five children looked at their aunt with wide eyes and expectantly, swallowing saliva fiercely. Those were white gnocchi, could they really eat them?
"Let me see who dares to eat?"
Gao Guilan stared anxiously and snatched it back, scolding several children in a sharp voice: "You are not afraid of things that are harmful to the heavens. Even the old people have not eaten. Is it your turn to eat?"
Zheng Xinyue was so frightened by her mother's sudden voice that she almost threw the bowl away. It was so scary, it sounded like thunder in her ears, or was it so sudden?
The children were so frightened by their grandma that they lowered their heads and trembled all over. How dare they look at the bowl of pimple soup? I dare not even smell it.
Li Xiuqin and Li Xiuli held their youngest children in distress, not daring to express their anger.
Why can your daughter eat good food but your children can’t eat it?
"Xinyue, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Gao Guilan didn't have time to look at them. Seeing Zheng Xinyue's scared look, she immediately regretted it. How could she have forgotten her daughter's illness? What if this scares me?
"I'm fine, Mom, you can't keep being so startled that your heart almost bursts out of fear."
Zheng Xinyue covered her heart and frowned as she taught her mother a lesson. Whose grandma is like this? What is the relationship between eating Koudupa soup and hurting the heavens in children?
"Mom won't shout anymore."
Gao Guilan apologized to her daughter as if she had done something wrong. She took out a piece of coarse cloth from her pocket and stared at Zheng Xinyue nervously, waiting to stuff it into her mouth as soon as her daughter got sick.
Zheng Xinyue glanced at the piece of coarse cloth and remembered that when the original owner had a convulsion, she would put a piece of cloth in her mouth to prevent her from biting off her tongue.
What a fierce character, but when faced with the illness of her children, she is just a pitiful mother who is worried about her children.
"Mom, give the kids a taste?"
Since her mother said she would stop shouting, Zheng Xinyue really couldn't bear the pitiful appearance of the children, so she gave them a little each, even if they wanted to let the children have a taste!
"Give it!"
Gao Guilan frowned and waved her hands, not daring to shout again, just leave it to her daughter for once!
This time, several children didn't even dare to raise their heads, for fear of another empty joy.
Zheng Xinyue felt distressed when she saw the children like this. Since she was their aunt, she had to give the children a good life. The first thing to solve now was the problem of enough food.
She hopes that the food in her space will grow quickly. As for how to get the food out of the space in a reasonable manner without arousing suspicion from others, that will be a matter for the future.