Chapter 2： Shu Yue's time travel (2)

Chapter 2 Shu Yue’s Time Travel (2)

Shuyue stood on her tiptoes and poked her head into the pot. The big iron pot was empty. She looked at Erya's small black hands that looked like chicken claws grabbing the sweet potatoes, as if they were slender wrists that could be broken with just one snap. She pursed her lips, paused, and simply said: "Where else is there?"

Erya glanced around uncomfortably.

"No, it's gone. Where can I find it? I wonder if I'm in a good mood these days. I cook one more every time. That's it."

She shook the sweet potato root in her hand again and motioned Shuyue to look over.

Shu Yue’s face was sullen and she frowned.

Yesterday, when she first arrived in a strange environment, her whole body was exhausted, sore and weak. She didn't leave the house until mid-morning, so naturally she missed breakfast.

It was hard to wait until noon, but what was on the table was wild vegetable glutinous rice paste and wild vegetable steamed buns. The wild vegetable glutinous rice paste was bitter and astringent, and you could see the silhouette of a person when you swayed it. It also smelled like cooking water, and the wild vegetable steamed buns were hard and rattled your throat. It was still a ration. .

Shuyue received her own glutinous rice **** and steamed buns. Seeing how delicious everyone ate them, she could only bite the bullet and swallow them down, praying in her heart that the dinner would be easier to eat.

The imagination is full, but the reality is skinny. The wild vegetable paste that smells like pot water for dinner makes her want to die. The only good news is that the breakfast here is sweet potatoes.

Now…

Shu Yue pursed her lips tighter as she looked at the deformed, wet thing that seemed to be due to more water vapor or more saliva.

Erya got angry when Shuyue didn't answer. Even if she didn't eat it, she stuffed all the sweet potatoes into her mouth and said vaguely, "That's right. You used to eat refined grains and still eat meat. How could you like this sweet potato?" ”

Shu Yue: “…”

Shu Yue was a little angry, with a straight face and dark eyes staring at her.

“Nonsense…”

She's not, she hasn't.

Even if you are a child, you cannot take sweet potatoes from younger children and find excuses to slander them.

The feeling of hunger in her abdomen was burning. What Erya had eaten could not be changed back. Shuyue took a deep breath and slowed down. She was about to ask where there was other food when she lowered her eyes and suddenly saw her chubby little arms. tiny hand.

Shu Yue: “…”

You can't raise such a white, tender and juicy baby with wild vegetables, glutinous rice and bran steamed buns, right?

The expression on her face was stiff, fine grain and meat?

Is this really what she ate before?

Did she blame Erya wrongly?

At this moment, fragmentary images suddenly flashed through Shuyue's mind. Her body swayed, her fleshy little hands pressed between her eyebrows, and her little face wrinkled.

Erya was startled by what she said and said harshly: "Who are you talking nonsense about? You can eat what you want, and I won't compete with you..."

She was very panicked, and she rubbed her sticky hands on her body guiltily.

I ate sweet potatoes for myself. Is this sister fainting from hunger?

Her eyes flashed, she scooped up a ladle of cold water and brought it to her mouth, "Are you running out of energy? Drinking water will give you strength."

Erya is a serious liar.

This sister is still young anyway, not yet five years old. She doesn't know anything, so she just doesn't accept what she says.

Shuyue’s mind was filled with the images that just appeared in her mind, and she didn’t even pay attention to what Erya said.

Possibly due to the short memory of children, Shu Yue inherited few or almost no memories, but just now, perhaps because of the stimulation of the words "fine food and meat," she suddenly thought of something.

Yesterday, she actually realized that Xiao Shuyue felt a little inconsistent with this family.

The feeling that this family gave Shuyue was poor in one word. Poor in capital letters.

(End of this chapter)