Feng Yin knocked on the door, and the kind aunts came to the house, which made Lin Xu’s mother feel irritable and her heart beat faster.
She doesn’t want to open the door.
The cells in my body were resisting, but I moved my steps towards the door, adjusted my smile, and opened the door.
“Why did breakfast get cold for so long?”
Feng Yin walked in without changing his shoes, and went to the kitchen to look at the clean kitchen. Feng Yin’s eyes became more interesting.
I really put in a lot of effort.
“Auntie, let’s have breakfast. This is what I made for you with my own hands. You must give me more face.”
“Is that so? Thank you so much for your hard work. Actually, I–”
“Hello? Don’t I have to come here?”
Two questions made Lin Xu’s mother shake her head repeatedly.
“No, it’s not good, it’s not good, I accidentally exerted force last night, and it’s a bit serious.”
Lin Xu’s mother was not completely lying. Her waist, which was originally not painful, began to hurt after cleaning the kitchen.
“Really? Oh, why didn’t you say it earlier? I came here just to take care of you.”
“Hurry, sit against the wall, don’t be tired.”
Lin Xu’s mother returned to the wall again, sat on the stiff floor, and the small stool from yesterday. In the familiar scene, a bowl of rice and rice was more like.
“Auntie, this is the porridge I made for you.”
“Okay, the black rice porridge is good, the black rice porridge is nutritious.”
Lin Xu’s mother took a spoon and sucked some black rice porridge in her mouth. The moment she ate it, she knew that the bowl was not black rice porridge at all. “It’s delicious, auntie, this is the prescription I bought yesterday. It was cooked in the porridge this morning, which is good for the health.”
Lin Xu’s mother had already burst into tears due to the smell in her mouth, but she had to finish it with tears in her eyes.
The taste…
It has a bitter and astringent, soft and soft taste, as if I had eaten expired milk, but it didn’t have any milk flavor, which was unspeakable.
“Eat this more and do it, and there are the pickles I made.”