Chapter 47 It’s hot and I can’t sleep

Author: Chi Zi Lian

Chapter 47 It’s hot and I can’t sleep

There is light on the stairs from the first floor to the patio. It is already the setting sun hanging in the west, dyeing the sky outside the house red.

Grandma put away her clothes and came in and said to grandpa: "Okay, close the dog. We have had enough fun today."

Grandpa looked at us and saw that we all wanted to stay and eat. Why did he say, "Feed the food and then close it. The dog can stay with Ah Da and Er. Dogs are man's best friends. Let's play together."

, raising a dog as a child can also cultivate people's love and patience, and when they grow up..."

The long speech was ruthlessly interrupted as soon as it started.

"What kind of food should I feed it? What else can I feed it? Ah Da and Ah Er have eaten so many bones for it, and it's already full." Grandma put the clothes she had collected on the sofa and started to sort them out, "Get a bowl for yourself first.

Eat, I've cooked the rice."

"Okay." Grandpa sat on the wicker chair, patted his thigh and stood up slowly, "I'll pick it up now."

"Cuddle it until it's covered in fur, go ahead and go to sleep." Grandma rushed back and forth shouting, disgusted that it was still scurrying around under her feet while eating.

My sister and I both got into trouble and refused to agree.

Lai Fa also stayed on the ground and began to crawl under our stool.

Grandpa knelt down to hug her, but grandma immediately went to the corner behind the door and took out an iron clothes-holding pole, and knocked it heavily on the ground: "You are still hiding, your pants are stained by you, go out and sleep."

Lai was shivering and knew that he would be beaten if he went out, so he chose not to go out.

Grandma knocked a few more times, and it seemed that she didn't want to eat hard, so she put down the clothes pole and replaced it with a soft one. Her tone suddenly became like coaxing a child: "Come on, we are going out to eat, come up."

Eat, be good, hey, come up and have a meal."

Laifa understood the word "eat", so he walked out from under the stool and went up the stairs to see his rice bowl.

Grandma immediately blocked the way downstairs with a wooden board.

Lai Fa went up to the patio and ran back to the stairs. He stood in the open space at the corner only a few steps away from the first floor. He stepped on the stairs going up with his back feet and stepped on the open space with his front feet. He tilted his head and twisted his body.

Looking at my sister and I who ran out to see it.

The tail is wagging, as if waiting for the promised meal.

It is a corgi and cannot jump out.

"Auntie, why did you close your hair?" My sister and I vented our dissatisfaction.

Grandma walked in and said with reason: "It went up on its own. It will be put down after it has eaten. That's all."

My sister and I secretly moved the wooden board to move it away. Grandma ran over and pulled us away, not forgetting to scold: "You want to get pricked in the hand by the wooden board again?"

Of course I don't want to, I just bump into it accidentally sometimes.

The door is made of wood and pushed inwards. It is open on weekdays, and the old calico cat always likes to sharpen its claws on it, which makes many sharp thorns come out of the good door.

Now, the little calico cat also likes to sharpen its claws on it.

Next to it is a long wooden partition with grooves that can hold chalk, screws and other sundries. The wooden boards on the outward side are very thin and many of them have cracked.

This is the culprit, it was always because of this.

It was originally a place for cooking. Grandma was afraid that turning on the gas stove would be dangerous, so she always used a rice cooker to cook. There were two rice cookers at home, one big and one small.

What I usually cook on Sundays is gnocchi. Buy some flour, add cold water and mix it into a paste. When the water boils, scoop it out with a spoon and add some green vegetables. It's cheap and delicious.

Behind the partition, there is now a glass counter with hanging ornaments of the twelve zodiac signs and some stamp styles, which can be seen by anyone walking past the door.

There are some debris piled inside.

There is a chicken coop at the entrance.

In the past, the old hens kept crowing after laying eggs.

Grandpa was not here, but grandma was busy. I wanted to help grandpa get the eggs, but I was pecked hard by the seemingly docile old hen. I was stunned for a while before crying a few tears.

From then on, whenever I saw an old hen, I would chase it and scare it.

The old hen would squat down and be caught, but I wouldn't dare to catch it. I would touch its big chicken legs and big belly with my feet. It's super thick. You can feel it when you touch it. This kind of meat will be delicious.

I haven't eaten it yet, so I don't know.

We were dragged back by grandma to continue eating. When we were done eating, grandpa handed us over.

Xiaobai is back.

After the grandpa and grandma ate, they began to mix rice with the dogs and the little calico cat who had gone out so late to stay home. They also mixed rice with a few small fishes, which grandpa cooked in the coal stove in the courtyard after winding his watch.

Give the calico cat two meals.

I tapped my chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, and not long after, the cry of "meow" came, and it was very urgent.

The little calico cat came back from the patio, jumped up on the blocking board, jumped down, and headed towards the rice bowl, making a sound of "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" while eating.

It must be delicious.

After eating and drinking, the little calico cat went out again. Xiaobai and Laifa were lying in the house. There was an electric fan on the top. We sat on the table and watched TV while waiting for our parents to finish playing mahjong and take us back.

Mom is in the chess and card room. She didn't play mahjong today, and there happened to be two tables.

One table of automatic mahjong and one table of manual mahjong.

Another automatic mahjong table is always broken. It has been repaired several times but has no use. It is old. Unless parts are replaced, regular customers know that they will not sit on this automatic mahjong table again.

Some people went elsewhere to play mahjong.

Dad was also called away by phone and went to someone else's chess and card room to play mahjong.

My sister and I were staying at my grandma's house and were about to fall asleep. If the mosquitoes hadn't been staring at us and biting us, we would have fallen asleep. The bitten hands and legs were almost itchy to death.

I don't want to sleep anymore after scratching.

Grandma brought us toilet water and muttered: "Why aren't you here yet? It's too late."

When I looked at the clock, it was almost 12 o'clock.

The dog barked.

The two people standing outside the door called us: "Wenwen, Yinyin, we are going back."

My sister and I got down from the table, put on our shoes and went out. Grandma told us to be careful on the road.

On the way home, I felt sleepy again.

I'm holding my dad's sleeve with my hands, walking with my eyes half closed and half open. I know I'm still awake and not sleeping. I also know where I've been and what I'm doing, but I can't open my eyelids anymore. I'm so tired.

, I really want to sleep.

They were hungry and asked my sister and me: "Do you want some beef soup?"

My sister said: "I want to eat."

"Where is Wenwen?" Mom asked me.

I shook my head.

Then we entered a Lanzhou Ramen restaurant. The smell was quite similar. I sat on the seat with my eyes closed. My sister was on the left, and my father and mother were opposite me.

The beef soup came quickly.

Very fragrant.

I smelled it and wanted to eat it, so I said, "I want to drink it too."

A bowl was pushed over, right in front of me. I reached out and fumbled around on the table. When I touched the bowl, I forced my eyelids to take a look. I lowered my head and prepared to drink. It was hot and I wanted to blow on it.

"Wenwen, do you still want to drink?" Mom asked me again.

I stopped blowing, raised my head, and said sleepily: "Of course, drink." I lowered my head and continued to blow the wind.

"If you fall asleep, take the bowl away. It won't be good if you knock your head in it later." My father advised my mother.

Someone came and snatched the bowl I was holding.

I didn't need to open my eyes to see that it was my mother. I didn't want to give it to her, so I said in a daze: "I'll drink it later."

"Then drink it later and I'll put it aside for you to cool down."

"Um."

When my hands were free, I leaned my whole arm on the table, moved the stool under me closer, and rested my head against my arm so that I could drink beef soup later.

About ten minutes later.

"Gone."

This was called by my father, and I heard it, but I hadn’t drunk the beef soup yet. I stood up, supported the table, and tried my best to open my eyes. A sour feeling came over me. Through a blurry gap, I saw

The bowls of beef soup are empty.

"I haven't drank yet." I stamped my feet angrily, feeling weak.

Dad came over and said: "Drink tomorrow, we will drink again tomorrow."
To be continued...