Chapter 9 It’s so difficult

"Ah? Auntie, did you call me?" Si Xizhu, who was digging for wild vegetables, raised his head and looked at Si Qing vaguely.

"Your brother asked you to eat prickly pears, why don't you come over quickly?" Si Qing glanced at Si Xizhu.

"Prickly pear? Brother, did you pick a prickly pear? Brother is so awesome!"

When Si Xizhu heard this, she jumped up from the ground, ran to Si Xiaocong happily, grabbed a prickly pear, pricked it quickly, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Auntie, come and eat, this is delicious!" Si Xizhu ate one himself, then quickly peeled off another and fed it to Si Qing.

Si Qing looked at Si Xizhu's dirt-covered hands with a complicated expression on his face.

"Auntie, eat it quickly, this is really delicious!" Si Xizhu held up the prickly pear in his hand.

He is not afraid of the stinky Si Qing at all.

"I'll do it myself!" Si Qing tried hard to maintain his aloof appearance, but finally refused Si Xizhu's kindness. He picked a prickly pear from Si Xiaocong's pocket, peeled off the thorns and fed it to his mouth.

Then she vomited.

Is such a sour thing meant for human consumption?

"Hey, grandma, why are you vomiting? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Si Xizhu ran over quickly, patted Si Qing's back carefully and asked.

"..." Si Qing's face became even more disgusting and he didn't want to talk to her at all.

Dinner was brought by Si Xiaocong. Because the family was too busy recently, Wu didn't have much time to cook, so she cooked it at home and asked Si Xiaocong to deliver it.

A plate of boiled vegetables and a bowl of gnocchi soup with a small amount of shredded chicken in it.

As for the chicken soup, it was gone the day before yesterday.

After all, it’s not easy to raise a chicken these days. Even if the Wu family saves on chicken soup for half a month, they still won’t be able to raise four or five chickens?

There are only a few chickens in the village. People don't have enough to eat these days, so how many chickens can they raise?

Everyone is still talking about chickens laying eggs in exchange for some money. No matter how much they value Si Qing, they can't eat all the chickens for her, right?

Si Qing was eating boiled vegetables, his face was so wrinkled that it almost looked like the word "囧".

It was really unpalatable, bitter and astringent, and she almost vomited it again.

"This is too unpalatable!" Si Qing almost cried up to the sky.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you?" Si Xiaocong saw that Si Qing's eyes were red, and he was so frightened that he hurried to ask her.

Si Qing is really a little bit broken at this moment. What the hell is this place? Is this the life she should live like a demon?

But soon, she calmed down, she couldn't do this.

The culprit behind this might just want to see her collapse like this.

Si Qing immediately cheered up and wiped his face: "It's okay!"

"Is my aunt really okay?" Si Xiaocong was a little worried, mainly because her aunt's appearance just now was really scary!

Si Qing waved his hand and said angrily: "It's okay if you say it's okay. I'm not a child!"

Si Xiaocong:......

He wanted to say that his aunt was obviously a child, but he didn't dare. If he made his aunt angry, he would definitely be beaten.

Si Xiaocong had no choice but to coax Si Qing: "Auntie, hurry up and eat. It's getting cold when you turn around. It will make your stomach ache after eating."

Si Qing glanced at the boiled vegetables and pimple soup on the table, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, picked up the pimple soup and drank it in one gulp.

Unlike boiled vegetables, the pimple soup tastes quite good, and Si Qing's hungry stomach is finally full.

Si Qing lay in bed at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The thought of eating these things every day made her feel bad.

"No, we can't go on like this!" Si Qing sat up suddenly, touched his chin with his little hand, and began to think about how to improve his life.
Chapter completed!