The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 8 Mom Is Eating Leftovers

Looking at the dark medicinal soup, Zhang Xiaohua instinctively resisted.

"Mom, I'm fine, I won't drink anymore."

"No!" Mrs. Zhao was not negotiable, "Your father bought these medicines in town and spent a lot of money, drink them quickly!"

Zhang Xiaohua gritted her teeth and dried it in one breath, the bitter taste almost made her spit it out.

"I drank a bowl just now, why are you still drinking?"

Mrs. Zhao hurriedly brought sweet water to her.

"Doctor Li said that this medicine should be taken twice before and after meals, and it will be fine after a few days."

When Zhang Xiaohua heard that she would drink for a few more days, she immediately had a bitter face, drinking sweet water didn't feel sweet, but she forgot the nausea of ​​rushing up.

I really miss the days of taking pills!

Thinking that the Holy Mother's value can be exchanged for medicine, he immediately regained his energy.

"Mom, you are tired, sit down and have a rest."

Mrs. Zhao was still naive before meeting her daughter, but now she cared about her again and patted her head.

"Mother is not tired, you lie down here, mother goes to the front yard to clean up the bowl, by now your father and the others should have finished their meal."

"What about you, mother, have you eaten?" Zhang Xiaohua asked casually, but her attention was fixed on the Virgin Mary system in her consciousness.

"Mother hasn't yet, let's eat later." After saying that, Mrs. Zhao left.

Zhang Xiaohua didn't care, she kept staring at the Virgin Mary system, but unfortunately there was no movement.

She cares about Mrs. Zhao. According to the previous reaction, she should add a Holy Mother value. Why is there no movement?

But no matter how she asked, there was still no movement!

After eating, Zhang Xiaohua was bored, seeing the sun was shining outside, she got off the kang with the bowl and chopsticks and walked out.

Although this body is as fat as a ball, it does not hinder walking.

Because of the memory of the original owner, Zhang Xiaohua came to the front yard with ease. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar illusion, she sighed again, it was really time-traveled.

Hearing that there was no movement in the house, when he walked to the door of the house, he saw Mrs. Zhao packing up the dishes.

"mother."

Mrs. Zhao was taken aback when she saw her.

"Why did you come out! What will you do when you see the wind!" Hurry up and pull her into the house.

"It's okay, I'm much better, let's go out for a walk." Zhang Xiaohua looked around, but nothing happened.

Mrs. Zhao walked towards the back room with the bowl and chopsticks in hand.

"Don't look, your father and your grandfather are going to see the crops, and your grandma is visiting."

Zhang Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief, she still doesn't know how to face other people as a fake.

Follow Mrs. Zhao to the back kitchen, stand there and watch Mrs. Zhao wash the dishes and chopsticks. After washing Mrs. Zhao carries the pig food bucket to feed the pigs, as well as chickens, ducks and geese. These are on the west side of the fence outside the courtyard inside.

The Zhang family took the west end, and there were no other people, so they just settled these livestock.

After the feeding was over, Mrs. Zhao washed her hands, took out a bowl of rice, soaked it in some boiling water, and ate it. There were only a few sticks of pickled vegetables on the rice.

"Mom, why are you eating?" Zhang Xiaohua was a little surprised.

Mrs. Zhao said while eating.

"Mother doesn't eat at this time every day."

Mrs. Zhao was biting a pickle stick, a few strands of her hair fell down, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and brows were a little deep, which Zhang Xiaohua found very dazzling.

"Mom, do my father and the others eat this too?"

Mrs. Zhao swallowed her rice, and drank a few mouthfuls of the water used to make the rice.

"How can it be! Your grandpa finally came back once, and the white noodles rolled by my mother." He said with a smile, "You eat better than your grandpa, and there is a poached egg, which they don't have. This is what your grandpa called me. I made it for you, and your grandma didn't say anything..."

(End of this chapter)