What happened today? The sun came out in the south? Thinking to himself, Ningxia looked out the window where the sun was shining brightly. No, it was in the east! No matter, let’s fill our stomachs first!
Ning Xia was happily eating here. Ning Xue hummed a little tune and entered the kitchen in a good mood. Seeing Ning Xia sipping her porridge, her anger suddenly rose. She screamed with a voice so high that she could sing a soprano.
"Ningxia! What are you doing?! This is the porridge I left for the cat. If you eat it, what will it eat?!"
Ning Xia was stunned when she saw the porridge pot taken away by Ning Xue angrily. She couldn't help but twitch her mouth. She said how could someone leave breakfast for her today? How dare she compete with the cat for food?!
Ningxia cleared her throat and said in a sincere tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was reserved for cats."
Ning Xue obviously didn't finish her anger, and she was holding on to something, "I don't know? Why don't you know, it's not for the cat, or it's for you? Why are you so good at daydreaming!"
Ning Xia clutched the hem of her tight-fitting clothes, and her face gradually turned green. It was obvious that she was a little angry. Isn't it just a pot of cold porridge? As for speaking so harshly? She seemed to be so rare. Does Ning Xia's status in the family still exist?
Not as good as a cat?
Ning Xia calmed down immediately, but her identity was not as noble as Ning Xue's cat. At least the cat ate and drank a lot. Ning Xue and her parents took good care of her, and she.
Ning Xia snorted coldly in her heart, and her heart became colder and colder. There was an unwilling emotion that was eager to burst, and she suppressed it alive.
The noise in this room also attracted Ning’s father and Ning’s mother.
Du Lan rubbed his hands washing clothes and asked repeatedly, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Although the tone was inquiring, the reproachful eyes were clearly directed towards Ningxia.
Ning Xia straightened her body and said nothing, unable to say anything.
Ning Xue stamped her feet, acting like a young lady, "Mom! Ningxia ate the breakfast I left for the cat! What does the cat eat now?"
Dulan patted Ning Xue's hand with a loving look on his face, "It's okay, it's okay! Mom will make breakfast for the cat right away, just make porridge, okay?" Then he looked at Ning Xia displeased, "Ning Xia! You really want to, too.
Get up early for breakfast, do you have the nerve to compete with a cat?"
Even though Ningxia had experienced hundreds of battles, when faced with accusations without any reason, her nose could not help but feel slightly sore and her heart ached.
Du Lan muttered something about Ning Xia while taking the pot to make porridge. The small kitchen suddenly became quiet. Ning Xue looked like a victorious rooster, raising her chin high and coquettishly lifting a trace of her curly hair, showing her victory.
He smiled and walked away, twisting his thin waist and humming.
Ningxia was still standing blankly in the small kitchen, her whole body stiff. She suddenly remembered Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poetry" - they are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into each other! They are not the closest relatives whose blood is thicker than water.
? Why is she always targeted like an enemy?
In the morning, Ningxia's mood was affected in the kitchen. She didn't leave the room all morning. She took out the old and yellowed notebook and wrote down it word by word. It read,
"Today in the kitchen, I made a mistake and competed with Ning Xue's kitten for some porridge. Ning Xue scolded me in the face. She thought I should be sad. In fact, for me, that
It was like scratching an itch. It went in and out of my left ear and out of my right ear. I couldn’t hear what she was scolding! Seeing that I was too strong, Ning Xue brought in heavyweight reinforcements - Mom, this Ning Xue is so shameless! Alas, the enemy
Fang Shi's firepower was too strong, so I had no choice but to surrender. It doesn't matter, failure is the mother of success. We'll see Zhen Zhang next time!
The most hateful thing is that Ning Xue twisted her hips and hummed a tune before leaving in front of me. Bah! What's there to be proud of? My waist is much thinner than yours, my hips are much more curvy than yours, and my little song is better than yours.
Humming sounds much better!..."
I don’t know when Ningxia started to keep a diary. Did it start when she was afraid of injections and her mother slapped her in the face? Did it start when her father was unwilling to attend her parent-teacher conference? Or did it start when no one remembered her birthday?
I’m not sure. In short, keeping a diary is a little girl’s obsession, so it’s not something a carefree girl like Ningxia would do.