Chapter 19: Rice soup

What can Liu say? I can only do it myself. I haven’t had a kitchen for two years. Fortunately, I just cook a pot of porridge and fry a large pot of greens. It’s very simple.
Bai Erzhu stuffed sixty pennies into the purse, and was about to go to the room for a while. Just out of the old lady's room, he saw the doctor carrying a pack of medicines into their yard.
He hurriedly greeted him: "Hey, isn't this a road doctor? What kind of wind has blown you?"
Dr. Lu was the last one to be a white lazy man who was lazy and slicked. He lifted his eyes and glanced at him. He whispered: "I came to Zhao Lan’s injury. You were not at home before. It may not be clear. Your mother knows this. ""
Bai Erzhu sighed and said: "They are not here, the house collapses, they went to Hu Changlin's house."
Lu Dafu swept the broken house in the corner of the eye, and he sighed again: "I know, I went to Lao Hu's home to give her medicine."
When Bai Erzhu heard this, he quickly stopped him: "What medicine is it still giving? Isn’t she all good? It’s not a good thing to fold the medicine. We don’t have so much money to treat her, you Take this medicine back."
Lu Dafu said: "This medicine has already been paid for, it is used for hoes. Have you seen her? That injury, if you don't need medicine, you have been ill at night, don't blame me for anything.

Bai Erzhu thought of the things of the year. When the three brothers fell from the roof, they vomited blood, but they were still awake.
Lu Dafu gave medicine at the time and asked them to go to the town to take medicine. They felt that the medicine was too expensive, and they dragged it away. If they didn't think about it, they dragged on for a few days, and they became ill.
At this time, Bai Erzhu’s distressed diagnosis of the two or two silvers can be said in the sarcasm of Lu Dafu’s blame. He did not dare to say anything to his throat. If this is the case, Zhao Lan and Zhao Lan again. They are not allowed to take medicine to misappoint their lives. Both the mother and the aunt are going to be jailed. Can the days of the white family be passed?
Bai Erzhu closed his mouth and said nothing. He turned into the house.
Lu Dafu shook his head and took the medicine box to Hu Changlin's house.
The white house finally opened the meal. The old lady looked at the bowl filled with porridge and frowned. Is this porridge? This is clearly rice soup.
She looked at Liu's eyebrows. When the old lady gave her a porridge, she would try to make it thicker. So when Liu was leaning on his children at the dinner table, she would not see it as an elder.
Liu did not dare to respond to the old lady's dissatisfied eyes, only when he saw nothing, and did not feel any dissatisfaction.
Zhang took the bowl from the kitchen to the front hall, and ‘啪’ replayed the bowl on the table.
Da, do you cook porridge or rice soup?

Liu smiled: "Of course, of course it is porridge, it is a little thin."
Zhang’s dissatisfaction with the horizontal Liu:
Rare? You can help me find it. Can I have a grain of rice in this bowl?

Liu is busy: "This is not to blame me, I am the same as you, and I have not eaten a grain of rice. There are not many meters left in our family's tank. Of course, we must save some food. Otherwise, we will have rice soup in a few days. Didn't have to drink."
It was like this. The old lady’s cold eyes softened a bit, and she waved her hand:
Well, hurry to eat, Minger still has to work.
She turned to two children and said:
Go home for the future. First, divide it out and divide the porridge according to the person, so as to avoid the situation."