nycdaug Chapter 193 Mother Just Doesn't Want Her
Chapter 193 Mother Just Doesn't Want Her
Yang Fenglan got up very early.
After washing up, I started a fire to cook porridge.
Just as she poured the water into the large pot, she saw a small figure standing outside the kitchen, looking at her timidly.
Yang Fenglan got up because she couldn't sleep.
At this time, no one else is up yet.
This girl is here so early.
"Let me help you." Chun Ya took small steps into the kitchen, her toes sticking out of her tattered cloth shoes, wiggling unsteadily.
"No need, go back to sleep, I can handle it myself."
Yang Fenglan's refusal made Chunya even more uncomfortable. She walked around Yang Fenglan and ran to the stove, saying, "I'll help you start the fire."
"The firewood was just added, no need to burn it."
"Then... I'll sweep the floor."
Chun Ya turned around in a flash and went to find a broom.
The kitchen is such a small space, and Lin Cuiniang keeps it clean every day; there's nothing to sweep.
Chun Ya still swept very carefully.
After scanning through them all, I felt lost again.
Yang Fenglan knew that her cautiousness stemmed from her past habit of living under someone else's roof.
I felt a pang of sympathy and wanted to gently pat Chun Ya's head. Her hair was so oily; I wondered how long it had been since she'd washed it.
Yang Fenglan withdrew her hand and took out her washcloth, handing it to the child. "Go, fetch water to wash your face and rinse your mouth."
"Oh." Chunya went to fetch water, looking a little shy.
Yang Fenglan sighed. This child is quite comfortable with Xu Yingying, so why does he not feel good when he's with her?
The water in the pot boiled, but no one got up yet. Yang Fenglan removed the firewood, filled a small basin with water, and added some cold water.
"Chunya, come here."
Chun Ya, who had just washed her face, was afraid of being scolded if she was a step too slow, so she hurriedly ran over and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Could you move me a small stool?"
"it is good."
Chunya ran into the kitchen and brought over the small stool in front of the stove.
“Sit down,” Yang Fenglan said again.
"what?"
"Please sit down, I'll wash your hair for you."
As she spoke, Yang Fenglan pressed Chunya down onto a small stool and clearly felt that Chunya's body was stiff, as if she was very afraid of her.
"I can wash it myself. I can wash my hair. I've been doing it by myself since I was three years old."
"It's windy up in the mountains, you might catch a cold. Let me help you wash up faster."
Chun Ya was still uncomfortable, just staring blankly with her neck outstretched, letting Yang Fenglan scratch her head.
She closed her eyes comfortably.
She only snapped back to reality and sat up straight when she heard someone say "It's done" beside her.
"Don't look up yet."
"Oh." Chunya grabbed her hair and secretly turned to look at Yang Fenglan.
Yang Fenglan went inside and got a special towel for drying hair. She dried the moisture off Yang Fenglan's hair, then wrapped it up and put it away.
Chun Ya, with her eyebrows curved, touched the handkerchief on her head several times.
As soon as Yang Fenglan looked at her, she immediately withdrew her hand like a child who had done something wrong, and stood there blankly.
"Don't just stand there, come over to the stove and start a fire, and dry your hair while you're at it."
"Oh." Chun Ya immediately ran over.
Yang Fenglan chuckled softly. This child, just like her brother, was rather dull.
After putting the white rice into the pot, Yang Fenglan cut the pre-soaked wood ear mushrooms into strips and chopped the dried meat into small pieces, then threw them into the pot and simmered them until they were thick and tender.
Finally, I scooped up a lump of lard and sprinkled some salt on it.
Chun Ya's mouth watered.
In an instant, her eyes darkened: Grandma always said that her mother had a hard life, but at Grandma's house, she couldn't afford rice at all, while her mother not only cooked it thick, but also put so much oil in it.
It's not that my mother is having a hard time; it's that she doesn't want her.