There was almost no room for feet, a shabby low table, a bed made of stones and wooden boards, and a mattress on top of it that was lumpy and as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, gave them a flattering smile, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you if they already have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents have been begging for to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Yang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful.
"There are two big bowls of corn, please cook more." Boya looked at the boy...
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There was almost no room for feet, a shabby low table, a bed made of stones and wooden boards, and a mattress on top of it that was lumpy and as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, smiled at them to please them, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you are reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you when they have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents begged to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Xiang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe I thought it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful more.
"There are two big bowls of corn, let's cook more." Bo Ya looked at the boy's room, which had almost no room to stand, a dilapidated low table, and a bed made of stones and wooden boards. On top of it was a bed made of lumps.
A mattress as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, smiled at them to please them, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you if they already have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents have been begging for to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Xiang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe I thought it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful more.
"There are two big bowls of corn, let's cook more." Bo Ya looked at the boy's room, which had almost no room to stand, a dilapidated low table, and a bed made of stones and wooden boards. On top of it was a bed made of lumps.
A mattress as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, smiled at them to please them, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you if they already have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents have been begging for to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Xiang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe I thought it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful more.
"There are two big bowls of corn, let's cook more." Bo Ya looked at the boy's room, which had almost no room to stand, a dilapidated low table, and a bed made of stones and wooden boards. On top of it was a bed made of lumps.
A mattress as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, smiled at them to please them, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you if they already have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents have been begging for to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Xiang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe I thought it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful more.
"There are two big bowls of corn, let's cook more." Bo Ya looked at the boy's room, which had almost no room to stand, a dilapidated low table, and a bed made of stones and wooden boards. On top of it was a bed made of lumps.
A mattress as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, smiled at them to please them, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you if they already have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents have been begging for to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Xiang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe I thought it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful more.
"There are two big bowls of corn, let's cook more." Bo Ya looked at the boy's room, which had almost no room to stand, a dilapidated low table, and a bed made of stones and wooden boards. On top of it was a bed made of lumps.
A mattress as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, smiled at them to please them, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you if they already have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents have been begging for to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Xiang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe I thought it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful more.
"There are two big bowls of corn, let's cook more." Bo Ya looked at the boy's room, which had almost no room to stand, a dilapidated low table, and a bed made of stones and wooden boards. On top of it was a bed made of lumps.
A mattress as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, smiled at them to please them, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you if they already have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents have been begging for to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Xiang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe I thought it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful more.
"There are two big bowls of corn, let's cook more." Bo Ya looked at the boy's room, which had almost no room to stand, a dilapidated low table, and a bed made of stones and wooden boards. On top of it was a bed made of lumps.
A mattress as hard as slate.
There are some daily utensils scattered in the corner, clearly visible, and nothing else.
Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling the odor that they couldn't tell what it was.
A fire was lit in the house, and Ding Xiang'er took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house inside, placed them in front of Mr. Liang and Boya, smiled at them to please them, and then went out to hold the broken pottery pot.
A jar of snow came in and was put on the fire to melt.
The snow turned into water, and the bowl of yellow corn was brought out. Ding Yang'er's son immediately reached out to grab it, but Ding Yang'er didn't pay attention. A few grains of corn were knocked off by the child's waving fingers, and Ding Yang'er was immediately picked up by Ding Yang'er.
The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.
She scolded fiercely: "You little beast, you have been reincarnated as a starving ghost. How can your parents miss you if they already have food to eat? You little beast, this is what your parents have been begging for to save your life.
If you eat raw food, you little beast won’t be able to pull it off, and you will die!”
The child didn't even cry. He sucked his black and dirty fingers and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.
Ding Xiang'er smiled sheepishly at the two hosts. While smiling, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.
Maybe I thought it wasn't enough, so I grabbed a small handful more.
"There are two big bowls of corn, cook more." Boya looked at the boy.
