Dressed as a farmer's little cook, don't panic if she has a refrigerator

Chapter 8 My heart suddenly melted
There was a small pot on the fire. Shen Xiaoli squatted on the ground, lowered her head, and carefully stirred the mixed rice porridge in it, swallowing silently.

She almost forgot the last time she had rice.

The aroma emanated from the small pot, making her swallow her saliva.

Shen Xiaoyu stood in the corner and quietly continued to feed Shen Xiaoxiao milk.

After drinking the sweet milk, Shen Xiaoxiao stopped crying immediately, took a big sip, and burped with satisfaction.

Shen Xiaoli looked up and came over.

Shen Xiaoyu hurriedly hid the bottle in his clothes.

"Is it ready?" She diverted Shen Xiaoli's attention and immediately threw the bottle into the refrigerator while she was looking back at the small pot.

Shen Xiaoxiao in her arms looked at her blankly, not knowing what was going on.

The baby who is less than two years old is undernourished, stunted, barely learning to talk, and toddling around. He looks really pitiful.

Shen Xiaoyu made a face at her, and she was stunned for a moment, then laughed and called "Second sister" in a sweet voice.

Shen Xiaoyu, who had no brothers or sisters, suddenly felt his heart melt.

Shen Xiaoli cooked the mixed rice porridge, put out the fire, and returned to the main house with Shen Xiaoyu carrying the small pot.

At this time, the dusk was getting darker, and Daji Village became increasingly quiet, with only the dull evening wind rustling the leaves from time to time.

A head sneakily poked out from the low wall next door, looking left and right at the courtyard of the small earthen house.

My nose twitched, and I smelled a faint aroma of food in the air.

The man tiptoed over the low wall, landed quietly in the yard with his slightly trembling feet, and headed to the kitchen first. There was only a pile of extinguished firewood left on the ground, which made him even more convinced that the people here had food. of.

His stomach couldn't help but make a growling sound. He hadn't eaten for two days. If he didn't find something to eat, he might not be able to walk. He wouldn't want to die in this deserted village!
The door of the main house was closed, so he went around to the backyard, crawled under the window, and quietly peered in through the small hole.

He had searched all the dozen or so mud huts in Daji Village, and found no food except a few skinny and rotten corpses.

He was planning to leave when he suddenly heard someone's voice in this small mud house. He guessed that someone like him was looking for food or a place to spend the night.

It was a bit stuffy in the room at the moment. Shen Xiaoyu and the other five people sat around the square wooden table, eating mixed rice porridge among themselves.

There was a half-burned candle on the table, and the light of the fire sometimes stood still and sometimes jumped.

"Xiao Li, your porridge is too thin. You can put more rice next time." Shen Xiaoyu scooped up a small spoonful, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and put it into the mouth of Shen Xiaoxiao who was sitting on her lap. . "We just ate steamed buns. It doesn't matter if they are a little thin. We have to leave some for tomorrow." Shen Xiaoli explained seriously.

Being able to eat some porridge and water, even if it is watery, is very satisfying.

Shen Xiaoyu's heart tightened, feeling uncomfortable.

With her here, they will definitely not go hungry in the future.

"The porridge cooked by Fourth Sister is so fragrant! It's delicious!" Shen Xiaotao ate slowly, with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Hiss—it's so hot!" Shen Youfu held the broken bowl and stuck out his tongue.

"Eat slowly. If it's too hot, let it cool down first. Don't burn it." Shen Xiaoyu said to him.

"Daddy, like me, blow on it before eating it." Shen Xiaotao pouted and showed him.

Shen Youfu followed suit and blew the porridge for a while before putting it into his mouth.

Everyone is sweating when eating hot mixed rice porridge on this hot day.

"How about opening the window for some fresh air?" Shen Xiaoyu asked everyone for their opinions.

"I agree." Shen Xiaoli brushed the sticky hair on her forehead.

"Okay, then I'll open it." Shen Xiaotao put down the bowl, slipped off the bench, and ran to the window.

She knew she couldn't reach it because she was short, so she pulled a bench from the side and stepped on it.

"Ah - there are bad guys!" As soon as Shen Xiaotao opened the window, she screamed in fright, lost her balance and fell off the bench.

Everyone hurried over to see what happened.

Shen Xiaoli and Shen Youfu helped Shen Xiaotao up from the ground.

Shen Xiaoyu opened the window and saw a boy slightly larger than her in the dusk. He was about to climb over the low wall to escape, but he lost his feet and fell to the ground.

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