Supernatural little lady

Chapter 10 Milk is for pigs
"Me too," Jin Niang also sighed, "Other families' children are still peeing in pits, but ours is too worry-free, which makes people more uneasy."

Guan Qing listened to what they said about her. As she listened, she was about to fall asleep. This was when she just fell asleep. She was about to fall asleep again. It can be seen that she really He is almost becoming a piglet.

However, her parents did not stop her from being alone, which meant that she could solve her personal problems by herself in the future, and no longer had to be held back, which was quite embarrassing.

A problem was solved, and her life seemed to be getting better.

The food she ate became more diverse and more flavorful, and there were more and more edible seasonings. She also learned about the various flavors of the world and lived her life again. She especially cherished this hard-won good life.

Except, she still rejects meat.

She doesn't know why she hates meat so much, even though she knows in her heart that this is not the kind of mutated animal meat after the apocalypse. This kind of meat doesn't have much strange smell and tastes good. However, she still can't get over it. This level of my own.

Whenever meat is mentioned, she will instinctively feel nauseated.

She was sitting on a small stool on the side, playing with the small basket that Guan Daqi had made for her. The basket was very small, about ten centimeters, and she could hold it just right in her little hand. It contained some of her snacks. She would put some in her mouth when she had nothing to do.

She sat obediently and watched Guan Daqi weaving bamboo baskets on the side. Maybe she was too bored. While Guan Daqi was weaving, he taught Guan Qing how to weave bamboo baskets. Guan Qing tilted her head and watched and listened. Although she didn't She had done it before, but judging from Guan Daqi's technique, she had remembered it.

One life time, two time familiarity, she has been watching it for more than a day, and now it is only time.

However, she knew that she couldn't waste time. She was still too young. When she was older, she would be able to knit. Moreover, she found that the baskets her father knitted did not actually have much technical content, but they were just her. Dad can knit very quickly, and the craftsmanship has been passed down from ancestors. There are some techniques and methods that no one else knows. However, one drawback is that some of the knitted things are too rigid. You can knit a lot of things with bamboo. , not necessarily for holding things, but also for a lot of handicrafts.

From now on, she will learn how to weave bamboo baskets from her father. Their family craftsmanship must not be lost. Her eldest brother will be a scholar in the future and will be a scholar. This family craftsmanship will not be passed down to her. , she would not dislike weaving bamboo baskets as menial work. She felt that this kind of inherited thing was very mysterious. In their time, many surgeries were lost. If they were still there, then, no You know how much money you can make.

Anyway, she must learn her family's bamboo basket weaving skills.

She held the small basket in her arms, her big eyes rolling from time to time, watching Guan Daqi's big hands knitting it from time to time. When she had time, she would stuff a piece of snacks into her little mouth. Anyway, children The family is not afraid of being fat, they are cute when they are fat.

As long as she gets fatter, the whole family will be happy. If she loses weight, her mother will probably cry, saying that she didn't raise her well and made her thin.

She shook her little fat feet and felt that she was fat and fleshy everywhere, especially her fleshy little face. Sometimes she felt like she was about to fall off. She touched her little fat legs. , she felt like she wanted to lose weight.

But most children are also this fat.Forget it, it’s better to eat more and grow up quickly.

After stuffing a snack into her mouth, she sat on one side without moving her butt off the stool. Her eyes were constantly moving around, looking here and there, as if she couldn't sit still.

"What's the matter, do you want to go out to play?" Guan Daqi put down the work he was doing.

Guan Qing blinked his big round eyes, opened his mouth and smiled.

"Let's go, dad will take you out to play."

Guan Daqi stood up, wiped his hands on his body, and picked up Guan Qing. Guan Qing was still holding her small bamboo basket in her hand. She opened her mouth and smiled with her eyes crooked. He expressed that he was very happy and enjoyed going out to play.

Guan Daqi pinched her little cheek.

"Does my Qing like to go out?"

Guan Qing nodded his head vigorously. Although his speech was still quite vague, he could fully express what he meant.

Guan Daqi held Guan Qing with one hand, and it felt like he had no weight at all. He was tall, and Guan Qing felt like a giant. As for how tall he was, she couldn't estimate it, because she was too small. , everyone standing in front of her is a giant, even her 11-year-old eldest brother is also a giant.

Only when she was picked up could she be eye-level with adults.

"Hey, Daqi, why are you bringing your daughter out?"

A man came over, and when he saw the chubby girl in Guan Daqi's arms, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and squeezed it, "This girl in your family has gained a lot of weight recently. Look, she is white and tender. Just like a little bun. Is it good to eat?"

"It's okay," Guan Daqi smiled and straightened his daughter's soft hair.

"It's okay to eat batter, but I don't like eating meat."

"Children may think the taste is too strong, right?" The man didn't find it strange at all, "The one in my family is the same, he doesn't like eating meat very much, he just likes to drink some broth."

Guan Daqi shook his head. She didn't even want to drink the broth from his family. Even if there was a bit of meaty smell in the rice, she would turn away and not eat it.

"By the way," the man thought of something, "Da Qi, those cows in my family have milked a lot, you can take them back and feed them to the pigs."

"Okay," Guan Daqi was not polite and patted the man on the shoulder with his free hand, "Shuzi, when my family kills the pig during the Chinese New Year, I will definitely give you a piece of the best meat."

"Okay," the man scratched his head. In fact, you have to be polite. The milk is also poured out. Our pigs can't finish eating. They squeeze so much every day and they are all poured out. , After saying that, he took Guan Daqi to his home and carried a large bucket, which was the kind of wooden bucket they usually used for drinking water. It should be quite clean.

Guan Daqi held his daughter in one hand and the bucket in the other. He didn't go shopping anymore. He took these back first. The bucket should be quite heavy, but in his hand, it seemed to have no weight, even if it was in his arms. I hugged a chubby girl, and I didn't see her breathing disturbed, so this weight should not be difficult for him.

When they got home, Jin Niang was looking for them.

(End of this chapter)