Aunt Gong Jian hurriedly rummaged through the cupboard again and found a few corn pancakes that had been left over from home a few days ago. She went to the stove to heat them up quickly. It seemed that the rice was not enough for her little son.
She had better heat up these pancakes quickly and make sure her little son had enough to eat.
While she was busy with something in her hands, Mrs. Gong Jian kept reminding her: "Slow down, slow down, Yaozu, eat slowly, be careful not to choke." As soon as she finished speaking, then
Bian Gong Yaozu's eyes immediately widened, his body straightened up, and he began to hiccup non-stop.
Aunt Gong Jian was shocked when she saw him like this. She quickly picked up the water bowl next to him and handed it over.
Gong Yaozu was out of breath at this time. He took the water bowl and drank it directly into his mouth.
But who would have thought that this bowl of water had just been boiled. Aunt Gong Jian was so anxious that she didn't notice that she poured the bowl of water into her mouth. It was immediately hot. Gong Yaozu quickly drank the hot water from his mouth.
They all squirted out. After surviving this task, he also squirted out the food that had just been choked in his throat.
But although he was no longer choking, Gong Yaozu's tongue was burnt. He covered his mouth and shouted loudly: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it's easy."
Seeing her son's behavior, Mrs. Gong Jian realized that what she had just handed over was actually a bowl of freshly boiled water. She hurriedly poured another bowl of cold water and handed it to her little son who was jumping in pain.
Gong Yaozu learned the lesson this time. He first felt the temperature of the water bowl, and then carefully poured cold water into his mouth.
After this ordeal, Gong Yaozu did not dare to wolf down the food like before. Of course, his mouth hurt everywhere, and he could no longer support himself to wolf down the food.
Although his stomach was still growling and clamoring for food, Gong Yaozu's mouth was full of blisters and he couldn't eat at all.
If he hadn't been convinced that the person standing next to him was indeed his own mother, he would have suspected that this was one of his creditors who came to his house to collect debts.
Fortunately, he had just swallowed half a bowl of rice and a plate of scrambled eggs. Although Gong Yaozu's stomach kept crying out that he was hungry, he couldn't bear the pain in his mouth.
It was okay not to eat, but as long as there was something in his mouth, it was like eating a piece of hot coal. At this time, he could only endure his hunger and had to look away from the half bowl of rice.
Auntie Gong Jian here is still asking with concern, "Yaozu, Yaozu, how are you? What do you think? Does your mouth still hurt?"
Gong Yaozu was about to get angry. He had never felt such pain in his whole life. You know, even if he lost money in gambling and got into debt, those people just cleaned his money and clothes.
He was kicked out of the hospital without any physical harm.
But he never imagined that he would suffer so much when he rushed home hungry and cold.
Although his speech was not as clear as before, his mouth was full of blisters and he had no desire to speak at all. He could only shake his head impatiently.
As a mother, I really can’t say anything. She is still there, buzzing like a fly: Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Why don’t you put a bowl of boiling water into your mouth and take a look? Then I asked
Does it hurt you?
But when he thought of the purpose of returning home this time, Gong Yaozu still endured the pain. He tried hard to make his eyes gentle, looked at his mother, shook his head, and said
He said in one sentence: "Mom, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's okay."
When she heard her son say that it didn't hurt anymore, Mrs. Gong Jian's heart returned to her stomach. She hurriedly called out: "Yaozu, you can eat it quickly. I've even warmed up the pancakes for you."
Gong Yaozu was really scolding his mother in his heart. He had a mouth full of blisters. How could he eat? It was a pity that there was still a little scrambled eggs left, but even if it was fried gold, he couldn't eat it.
Gong Yaozu held back his anger to prevent his anger from coming out. He took a few deep breaths and then said slowly: "Mom, I'm full, I won't eat."
Aunt Gong Jian was a little strange. She looked at her son wolfing down the food just now. He didn't look like he was full with half a bowl of rice. Otherwise, she wouldn't have hurriedly found out that the corn pancakes from the previous two days were hot again.
But now her son actually said that he was not hungry anymore and planned not to eat the half bowl of rice. She chased him with some worry, and kept asking behind her son who was already walking out of the kitchen: "Yao Zu,
Why don't you eat? Weren't you quite hungry just now? Why are you full after eating half a bowl of rice? Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
As Gong Yaozu walked out faster, he cursed in his heart, "Yes, I don't feel well. I don't feel well anywhere. My whole body hurts and my mouth hurts."
When Gong Yaozu finally dismissed Gong Jian's mother-in-law and walked back to the room, he paced back and forth in the room, thinking about what reason he could use to deduct more silver from his parents.
Before he could think of a way, his door was pushed open, and Auntie Gong Jian walked in with a pot of tea.
As soon as she entered the door, she hurriedly put the teapot in her hand on the table, poured a cup of tea for her youngest son, and quickly put it in his hand, "Yaozu, drink some tea quickly. You have suffered a big sin this time."
, drink tea quickly and warm yourself up."
If he hadn't had the experience of being burned just now, this would have been a happy thing, and Gong Yaozu would have been very happy to drink such a cup of hot tea. However, even if the hot tea did not reach his mouth, the light spread from the palm of his hand.
The heat was so intense that Gong Yaozu felt pain all over his mouth.
His cheeks twitched and he put the cup aside. But Gong Jian's words reminded him, so he pretended to be sad without looking at his mother.
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Aunt Gong Jian always paid attention to her youngest son's movements. When she saw that he did not drink the tea she handed him, she was a little worried. Then she saw such an obvious look of sadness on her youngest son's face. Gong Jian was even more worried.
Asked anxiously.
"Yaozu, what's wrong with you? Is there anything sad? Tell your mother quickly, and she will find a solution for you."
Hearing Auntie Gong Jian's words, Gong Yaozu felt happy, but the expression on his face did not change, and he just spoke in a low voice.
"Mom, my son has suffered this time. The robber not only took away all my articles and books, but also took away all the money I had on me. You see, even the clothes on my son's body
Their clothes were also taken off by them. If my son hadn't been so lucky, he would probably have had his fate left there." (To be continued)