Chapter 6 Eat at night

There is no oil at home, so I boil water directly in the pot, cut the sauerkraut and put it in the pot, then add the flat ginger and garlic, sprinkle some salt particles, and then put the wax fish in the pot after the soup boils, cover the pot and cook it.

Song Huan looked at the opposite side, one big and one small, guarding a stove. After changing the clothes, the boy's face was still pale, but he could not hide his delicate appearance.

Song Huan suddenly remembered and asked, "I don't know what to call you?"

The boy was stunned and suddenly realized that she didn't know her, so she replied, "The surname Fu, whose name is Yuanzhi."

Song Huan thought, it sounds pretty good.

Ah brother, who was beside him, felt that he had been ignored, moved the stool to Fu Yuanzhi's side, blinked his eyes and shouted, "Brother Fu."

Fu Yuanzhi responded and smiled.

When Ah Brother was interrupting, Song Huan had already opened the lid of the pot and was about to scoop out the vegetables.

At this time, my brother habitually stood by and waited to help serve the dishes.

Before Song Huan could speak, Fu Yuanzhi stood up and said, "I'll do it."

The two people on the other side didn't know what Song Huan thought, but they just felt that Song Huan (sister) didn't eat it for them. For a moment, Fu Yuanzhi felt a little embarrassed and was slightly moved in his heart.

My brother thought that Sister was so nice to me. How could Sister not be hungry? Just for myself, Sister was not full and deceived herself not to be hungry. He was my sister's obedient brother and could not expose her. But if she didn't eat, she would be hungry. Then he would eat less meat so that Sister could eat more and would not be hungry.

Song Huan put out the porridge, and the pot was about two bowls per person.

Brother A said, "I am separated from Sister A."

Yesterday, he nodded in a strange way. He had only seen killing chickens. He was still in the theoretical stage. Only when it was still early would he be sure to handle the chickens before Song Huan came back!

Even if the fish tastes bad, it still has a smoky smell that cannot be smoked away, which is a rare delicacy in his mouth.

After a bland lunch, Song Huan began to look forward to the evening meal. Not only did she have to pick fir trees, but she also had to pick up chestnuts and stew the three together, and she drooled when she thought about it.

My father said that the kind lies can not be exposed. He felt that what my sister is saying now is a kind lies. My sister is so nice, he is so happy.

Ah brother nodded quickly.

But she cooked a lot of sauerkraut and fish, so she ate more sauerkraut and fish, and at least she had meat.

The next day, August 7th

The rain in August is cool and gentle, with smoke and clouds coiled around, and the moisture is hazy. The jungle wet with rain and fog becomes trance and uncertain, with a kind of half-hidden implicit beauty.

After Ah and Fu Yuanzhi saw her away, Fu Yuanzhi went straight into the kitchen and started to make a fire and boil water.

He was in a daze and saw a pair of chopsticks piercing the dry food and putting it into his bowl, and the chopsticks piercing slowly gradually retracted from the dry food hole until they disappeared. Fu Yuanzhi's gaze moved as the chopsticks moved, and he saw the owner of the chopsticks, which was Ah Di.

In four years, eating meat was already a very distant thing for him.

"Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Feng Chen, Chu Wei, Jiang, Shen, Han Yang..."

Fu Yuanzhi was very catchy, and Ah Di was instantly attracted by his voice, and unconsciously shook his head and brains to the rhythm.

After Fu Yuanzhi got up, he saw this scene.

Song Huan was not polite, and handed it to Fu Yuanzhi directly.

Brother grinned and sneered.

Although it rained, Song Huan did not intend to give up entering the mountain. The rain was really timely, and a lot of fir trees must have emerged again.

Song Huan shook his head and urged, "Brother, eat, sister, aren't hungry."

The water added to the pot boiled again soon after, Song Huan directly poured the washed mushrooms into the pot, covered the pot and stuffed them for a while, so the mushrooms had to be cooked thoroughly.

Brother A grinned and called Brother Fu before replying, "I have memorized it three times. It's time for Sister A to teach new articles."

Clouds surround the mist, hazy mist and rain, the rain and mist float with the looming greenness, and under the eaves, one big and one small, are intoxicated by their own world, and the virtual and the reality are created, just like an ink painting dyed with light ink and suitable for both thickness and light.

Today's fish soup is too hot and hot. I'm afraid that my brother can't hold it. Even if Fu Yuanzhi doesn't speak, Song Huan won't take it for him.

When Ah brother heard that he was going to be ready to kill the chicken, he kept busy moving firewood and washing the basin. As long as he could think of it, he would consciously go to work.

He is so smart that even my sister won't know that she already knows that my sister is lying to me.

Fu Yuanzhi also sat down with him, "Then Brother Fu will teach you a hundred surnames?"

Fu Yuanzhi gained a preliminary understanding of Song Huan's strength last night. Whose girl could carry a camphor wood box that was half of her height without any effort?

"You won't endorse your letter today?" Fu Yuanzhi asked.

After Fu Yuanzhi stayed, Song Huan did not add more rice, but just added some more water. If the porridge the siblings ate before was a bit thick, now it can only be said that it has nothing to do with thick.

She thought that if this could be taken with a camera, it would definitely be placed in the C position of the photography exhibition.

Dad, you and Mom should be fine too. I will accompany you for a while when you get up tomorrow morning. Remember to get up. Don’t sleep until noon like Sister. Brother is very busy and needs to take care of Sister. If you get up late, you can’t see Brother. You have to wait for the day after tomorrow.

After doing this, he returned to the eaves and confirmed that his shoes were just sticky mud and had not been wet. He sat on the threshold and held his cheeks with his hands, and began to daze.

Fu Yuanzhi was not picky at all, and looked down at the fish in the bowl and thoughts drifted away.

Song Huan leaned against the door and wrapped his hands in his chest, enjoying the rare scenery.

Song Huan shook his head, "You are just in need of recovery from your injuries, so eat more."

There were two pieces of dry food in the middle of the pickled fish and mushroom soup, which were eaten by ants in the bag that was opened during the day.

Fu Yuanzhi also saw the dry food in his bowl, and looked at Song Huan, who was gnawing on fish bones, "Let me share with you."

Maybe he doesn't catch insects often, maybe there are more insects in the mountains? I just caught five grasshoppers in the vegetable field, fed them to the pheasant, and then threw a few slightly yellow leaves for the rabbit.

Song Huan felt that she had not fully integrated into this place. She was not short of meat now, and she would not die of hunger and eat food that had ants crawled over. Her stomach did not allow her to eat it. She was afraid that she would spit out other foods, which would be wasted.

Fu Yuanzhi slapped the ants off at that time. When cooking porridge at night, he used a pan to heat it up and it was still edible.

After eating the evening meal last night, Song Huan moved three large boxes in the room to the door and separated a passage for Fu Yuanzhi, so that he could not see Song Huan's bed.

The yard was wet, and Ah Di was holding a greasy paper umbrella that could only cover half of it and was mainly feeding two new members of the family.

Unexpectedly, I had two meals of meat in just two days.

My brother waited happily. Since Dad Song passed away, two dishes have not appeared on the table at home. Tonight was the most eaten meal in such a long time, and he was... very excited.

He kept reciting the Hundred Family Names and used his time thoroughly.

The pheasant in the backyard may have had a premonition that his life was coming soon, and kept hitting the cage and making a final struggle.

So when Fu Yuanzhi easily caught the chicken, he was still thinking that it seemed not as difficult as he thought it was. It was very easy, and the steps on the way back to the kitchen were much lighter.

The hare watched the pheasant brother leave, silently mourning for it, and also worried about its future. In order to make up for its injured little heart, it began to keep eating vegetables.

(End of this chapter)
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