The beauty of the lady

Chapter 2 Status Quo
It is probably the only one in the village with such a deserted appearance as theirs.

After returning home with half a bucket of water, he cleaned the cauldron two or three times, then poured in some water, and started to heat the kang. The bowl was carried into the kang room.

Seeing that her daughter came back safely, Mrs. Zhao was relieved when she saw that there was nothing unusual about her.

"Mother, drink some hot water, I'll cook right away." Poured a bowl of water for Mrs. Zhao, handed it to her, and went to the kitchen.

Holding the bowl in her hand, the heat ran down her palm and rushed into her heart, forcing her tears to come out.

All her life, she lived with pride, and owed her most to this pair of children.

Zhou Mei mixed cold water with hot water, washed the white rice, put it into the pot, and then added water.

After that, I scooped a large scoop of cornmeal, and after reconciliation, I made fist-sized buns and put them on the bamboo support. They were not exquisite, but they were not ugly either. This kind of cornmeal cakes can be sold in supermarkets. Two dollars each.

I would occasionally eat this kind of coarse food, but not much, but my grandfather liked it very much, and often told him that it was a luxury to eat this kind of food when I was young, most of which were sweet potatoes Dry.

That kind of dried sweet potato is not the kind sold in the market now, but sliced ​​straight and dried in the sun. Anyway, she has never eaten it.

Zhou's villa, she seldom goes back, and every time she goes back, she just looks for her grandfather. If her parents are at home, she will not step into the house. Every time she hears their complaints and beatings, that kind of Days, she doesn't like it.

However, she reserved a set for herself in the real estate developed by Zhou's near the company, and she will live there most of the time.There is no servant butler in the apartment, everything is designed by her according to her own preferences, and the meals are cooked by herself, so there are still many dishes that she can cook. I can buy books and go home and learn to do it myself.

So for a long time, she has been able to cook a lot of dishes. Compared with her mother who doesn't touch the spring water and only likes jewelry, she doesn't look like Mrs. Zhou at all, except for the similar face.

After adding firewood to the stove, Zhou Mei picked out more than a dozen slightly thinner firewood and sharpened one end with the hatchet.

Mrs. Zhao is weak now, and always needs some delicious supplements, otherwise, let alone feeding Zhou Tang, even her own body will not be able to last long.

It's winter and snow, and she's going to dig a hole in the mountain in the afternoon to see if she can catch rabbits and roe deer. In this season, she really doesn't know what else she can do to feed her hunger.

Don't ask her why she does this, people's wisdom and potential are unlimited, and even a living person can still be suffocated to death by urine.

Now that she came here, she didn't think about going back. Even if she really could, she would be a lonely ghost, her body would have sunk into the sea long ago, and there was nowhere to go if she wanted to.

Maybe she can be revived with the help of other people, but in the end she might be caught and sent to anatomy for research. She is not an idiot, if so, she might as well stay here.

For things like gods, [-]% of the ancients believed in them, but less than [-]% of the modern people believed them.

As an atheist, even if this kind of thing happened to me, if I don’t believe it, I still don’t believe it.

Half an hour later, Lin Wan moved the firewood to both sides of the stove, opened the lid, and a scent of rice and steamed buns rushed into her nostrils, which made her stomach growl a few times. She was not hungry. She hadn't eaten for two days. Already deflated.

Two handfuls of rice made a whole small pot of white rice. From the looks of it, it can be eaten until Wednesday, and it may be that the water added is a bit too much. The rice is not dry, but a little moist. That’s fine, at least if it’s too dry , for the current Zhao family, it is not very good. She has not eaten for two or three days since Zhou Mei's death. I really don't know how to hold back.

Afterwards, Zhou Mei cleaned the pot, boiled it dry, poured in oil, then poured in a little soy sauce, and after popping the scallions, put the packed fish in. Originally, she wanted to add some sugar and vinegar to remove the fishy smell. There is none at home. Fortunately, this is a river fish, and the fishy smell is not very strong. In the end, a lot of water was added to burn the firewood in the stove, and then took the pot of rice to the big kang room.

"Mom, let's have dinner later."

The room was already very warm, the chill had completely dissipated, the kang was even more warm to the touch, and Mrs. Zhao's face was also flushed, not as pale as before.

Mrs. Zhao moved the low table on the top of the kang with difficulty, and then saw the pot of white rice, she was slightly surprised and said, "Meier, why did you cook the rice? It's reserved for your birthday."

Zhou Mei went to the kitchen to bring out the bamboo basket's Wowotou, and brought two bowls and bamboo chopsticks, then sat down, filled her with a bowl of rice and said with a smile: "My birthday is still early, and the rice has been left for so long. It’s not tasty. Besides, you’re weak, so if you don’t eat more, there’s no milk to feed your brother.”

"It's still early. There are still two and a half months before your birthday. How can white rice be so perishable?" Zhao said, but the smile on her lips was very soft. She also knew that her daughter felt sorry for herself, but her daughter The more sensible she is, the sadder she will be. Even so, that sense of happiness can still suppress this sadness.

Zhou Mei rolled up her trousers, moved into the kang, and saw Zhou Tang in the swaddling baby who was sleeping but pursed her lips from time to time, and said with a smile: "My brother is about to learn to walk. Next year, when he learns to walk, let him walk." I'll take it with you, and my mother can relax. The most important thing now is that you take care of your body, don't think about it, you must know that if your mother is gone, I will know how to feel warm and cold, but what about my younger brother? I don't know if my father will After marrying a stepmother, my younger brother and I will not be able to survive."

Zhao's eyes trembled, and then he took Zhou Mei's hand, and said in a sobbing voice, "Meier, it's all my mother's fault for making you suffer at such a young age."

Zhou Mei patted her hand, "You are not bad, you gave Meier life, there is nothing wrong with it, Meier feels very happy to be your daughter."

Yes, very happy.

This is what Zhou Mei's subconscious body told her.

Hearing her daughter's words, Zhao's tears rolled down again and couldn't be stopped.

Zhou Mei frowned slightly, saying that women are made of water, but this mother is too watery, she cries when she is sad, and cries when she is moved, what is the use of crying.

Thinking this way in her heart, she had no choice but to comfort her, but Zhou Mei didn't know what to say, so she had to take a handkerchief next to her who didn't know if it was a handkerchief and wiped her tears.

(End of this chapter)