Chapter 153 I am obviously your sister
Chapter 153 Obviously I am your sister
The long queue is getting smaller and smaller.
It was finally their turn.
Looking at the steaming pot of porridge in front of her, Mu Sanniang subconsciously tightened her shabby clothes.
When I came to the greenhouse, I could see the heavily armed soldiers lined up on both sides. Their expressions were cold and their sharp eyes were wandering around.
In the middle, there is a large iron pot with firewood set underneath.
Next to the iron pot, stood two 'bloated' figures whose whole bodies were covered with only their mouths, noses and eyes exposed.
It was in sharp contrast to the thin rags on Mu Sanniang's body.
One of them is responsible for passing the bowl, and the other is responsible for making the porridge.
Judging from the voice, the person handing the bowl should be a woman, who kept muttering in a low voice, "That means my lady is too kind" and "otherwise who will care about your life and death" and other words.
Naturally, there is no need for the noble man in the carriage to do the porridge himself.
The skinny figure in front of Mu Sanniang lowered her head in a humble and cowardly manner.
"Thank you, miss, thank you, sir..."
His expression was numb and his movements were stiff and sluggish.
It was Mu Sanniang's turn to step forward. She took the small bowl with both hands, and the person in charge of making porridge served it to her.
Then he followed the example of his predecessors and whispered his thanks.
Although the two people in front of her didn't bother to look at her.
Mu Sanniang stood aside with the porridge and made way for the little boy behind her.
She didn't impatiently swallow it like the others before, but held it carefully and occasionally took a small sip.
She thought to herself that if An An didn't have enough to drink later, she could still drink hers.
Immediately afterwards, a slightly surprised cry attracted people's attention.
That was the subconscious sigh of the woman in charge of passing the bowl.
"Ah, what a handsome little baby."
She covered her lips with her hands, and there was a bit of surprise in her eyes.
For some reason, Mu Sanniang's heart tightened when she heard this compliment.
She quickly looked up, and sure enough, the other party was staring at a little boy in trance.
The whole place was silent except for the soft sound of the wind and snow.
In the end, it was Chen An who took the initiative to speak.
He didn't show timidity like ordinary children. Instead, he raised his little head and showed a sweet smile.
"Thank you for the compliment, sister, you look good too."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then her eyes flashed with a hint of teasing, and she joked: "But sister, my whole body is wrapped like this, how do you know if I look good or not?"
She hummed softly, "You are young, but you speak easily."
Having said that, she still handed over the bowl in her hand.
Chen An stretched out his hand to take it. Because his hands were small, he held it with both hands.
He said: "It is said that appearance comes from the heart, and a person with a kind and pure heart must be beautiful."
"My sister is willing to come out to provide relief in such a wind and snow. She must be a kind-hearted person."
His words seemed to make the woman in front of him think of something, and her face was a little hot under the veil.
Because when the young lady initially proposed to allocate food for disaster relief, she was opposed to it.
But now that people have talked about it, she can't possibly jump out and slap her in the face again.
The woman looked at the boy carefully up and down again, and her eyes finally stopped on the face that was beginning to look brighter.
With a high bridge of nose and black and slender eyebrows, this was indeed the most handsome little boy she had ever seen in her life.
Even more handsome than the young masters in the house.
On such a troublesome day, seeing such a cute child made her smile.
"Quite clever. Have you ever studied?"
As she spoke, she took the initiative to pick up the large spoon in the iron pot and personally added porridge to Chen An's small bowl.
<divclass="contentadv">I have to say that although Chen An's words just now were a bit tacky, coupled with his small stature and cute appearance, they are still very popular with women.
Of course, if it had been someone else present, they would have been scolded coldly for being frivolous.
Sometimes being young is also an advantage.
Especially in such situations, women's natural protective desire is often stimulated.
Chen An was looking at the white and steaming gruel in the pot with greed.
Yesterday I only ate a little bit of hard and cold pancakes, and I still don’t know what they were made of. How could the big pot of hot porridge in front of me be so tempting?
When he heard the question, he suppressed his desire and showed a flawless fake smile on his little face.
"Well, I've read it a little bit."
The woman looked at his words and saw his desire. She sighed, filled the small bowl, and her voice became softer unconsciously.
"Eat quickly. If you don't eat enough, sister will give you a spanking."
This is the first time that a woman has been responsible for distributing porridge.
Originally, one person was destined to have only one bowl of porridge to drink.
Ugh.
What a terrible God, how pitiful I am...
She couldn't help but figure out the tragic life story behind this little boy in an instant.
Looking at this upbringing, I am afraid that they were once a well-to-do family, but they were reduced to this after years of war and disaster.
And looking at the boy, there was no adult around him. It's possible that the elders in the family had met with something unexpected and passed away, leaving him alone to survive.
The woman's voice was not loud, but Mu Sanniang was standing nearby, and the words still reached her ears.
The girl's body trembled very slightly, and then she looked down at the porridge in her hand.
She was very sensible and resisted the urge to interrupt loudly. She just freed up a hand and rubbed her eyes.
Obviously I am your sister...
When Mu Sanniang thought about what the little boy had just said, the tip of her nose was slightly sour and twitching, and her shoulders moved slightly.
The next moment, she heard the boy's voice.
"Sister, don't you drink?"
Mu Sanniang raised her head and found that Chen An had walked over at some point.
He looked at the girl's bowl full of porridge with a confused expression.
Mu Sanniang snorted, and the slightest bit of grievance on her face disappeared, returning to her expressionless look.
She picked up the porridge and drank it in big gulps.
The bowl was not big, so she drank it all quickly.
She subconsciously licked the bottom of the bowl, and the warm feeling in her throat made her want another bowl.
It's a pity that not everyone has the honor and refill like Chen An.
Thinking of this, Mu Sanniang lowered her eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart for no reason.
Of course, the discomfort was not because Chen An could drink more, nor was it because of injustice.
She couldn't explain why.
At this time, the boy's voice sounded again.
It was a slightly guilty tone.
A bowl of porridge with more than half of it left was held in front of her by those little hands.
He deliberately used his back to block the sight of the woman on the other side of the greenhouse, and then whispered: "Sister, drink quickly, don't let anyone find out."
Mu Sanniang looked up and saw the boy's black and white eyes, looking here and there nervously.
When he saw that the girl hadn't moved, he urged, "Stop being so fussy. If someone sees her later, you can tell her to the greenhouse."
Mu Sanniang was stunned.