Chapter seventy-eight, don't eat it

"Don't you remember anything? " Mother looked at me to ask her, hesitated for a while before beginning to speak.

Mom this words, did not scare me to death, do not know what she means, how suddenly asked me if I remembered anything? Did mom know I was born again? Or is MOM, too?

I'm a little dazed thinking about it.

"Hey, sister, what are you doing? Pour vinegar again, the gravy will be bad. " Brother came from a distance, saw me in a trance, quickly came up to stop my hand, and my hand that bottle of vinegar down.

"What are you thinking about? " Asked the brother.

"Ah, nothing. " I come to my senses, prevaricated a few words after the brother, looking at the mother, "mother why do you ask? " I want to listen to what my mother said, I do not know if I guess right.

"I'll talk to you when you're done. "

"..."My mother Ah, you do not finish, I have no idea to continue to do what gravy Ah, I have some tears and laughter to look at my mother.

The result of the mother really only gave me a mysterious smile, then continue to cut her pig into the water, completely ignore me.

"What's the matter with you two? " My brother asked me, looking at the eerie atmosphere between me and my mother.

"It is what you see. " I turned my head angrily, took the chopsticks to try just accidentally poured more vinegar seasoning. Fortunately, my brother came in time, not more than a lot, there are still saved.

"Let it go, don't provoke, I go. " Brother left to see, right to see, foot oil, clay to where I can not see.

After putting all kinds of materials into the pot, the mother's side of things also cut almost.

"Do you need to cut this meat at your table? " Asked the mother, holding the piece of meat. I think it was just when I was talking to my brother, my mother heard it too.

"Cut it three times, it's too long, " I replied.

The next step is to put the cooked meat into the pot roast and keep it simmering.

At home is burning coal, so this part of the kitchen is not black clay autumn, near the New Year weather is very cold, put all the materials inside.

"Well, it's done, just waiting for it to be ready, " I said, and hid myself in front of the coal-burning Stove, for warmth and to think about what I had been doing for some time.

Since coming back, my brother and I have worked hard together to pull my mother out of that abyss, and the days are getting better and better. As for Li ruping and her mother, it seems to me that the heart of revenge is not so urgent, if I could just get these two out of my sight, I'd be happy.

"You know how to find a place, sister. " My brother came over, moved a small bench in front of me, came down, and breathed into the palm of his hand and put it in front of the coal stove to keep warm.

"Why, what are you thinking here alone? " I think my brother now especially want to know what I think, always think he is up to something.

"What do you care what I think, brother? Have you been bought? " I asked, drawing near to my brother with an affirmative look on my face.

"How possible, your elder brother I am that kind of person? " Elder brother pretends to be calm appearance, in my opinion some funny, also didn't know Liang Xinmiao is to do what, let elder brother so help him.

"brother, I am still young, you do not sell me, besides, I told you before, you will not forget? " I reminded my brother before I told him the Homogamy problem.

"Alas, that's a question for another time. " The elder brother did not want to continue the topic.

"good smell, whether can eat. " So obvious change a topic, I am not a fool, how can not hear the meaning of the elder brother.

Well, if he doesn't want to talk about it, I'm just GonNa stop him right there.

But I don't know yet, brother, I don't know, the meat is really delicious, just by smelling it, I think it's a success this time, I don't know why, when I think of success, I think of Liang Xinmiao, he has a good eye, this time he has a treat.

Thinking is one thing, really out of the pot, I still feel uneasy, after all, the first time sitting in this, all theory, as for success, it is difficult to say.

When the stewed pig was ready, I picked up the chopsticks, picked up my stewed fat sausage and blew twice. I was ready to put it in my mouth.

"wait a minute. " The chopsticks of mother reached over and took the piece of fat intestine from my hand.

"Mom, the pot is still a lot. " I said to see her mother was not moved, then picked up the chopsticks into the pot, but this chopsticks have not touched my heart miss fat intestine, was stopped by mom.

I looked at her face plaintively, almost cried, this can not see the feeling of eating, I feel my saliva is about to flow out.

"Mom, I just taste taste first. " I wronged Baba said, want to tell mom said, is to see the taste, why don't you give me to eat?

My mother, who accepted my glance, was quite calm. After she took away my chopsticks, in my confusion, she rubbed my face with her chin, then said slowly.

"If you want to leave a scar on your face, you eat it, " stewed meat with soy sauce is more, general if there is a wound, eat too much soy sauce will have a very obvious scar.

I almost go mad, I how did not think of this matter, no wonder just from my mother began to pour soy sauce, has been looking at me strangely.

Then I finally figured out the mother asked the first sentence, I am not forgetting what is the meaning of, dare to love the mother is waiting for me here!

"Mom, why didn't you warn me at the beginning? " I asked, looking at my mother with a sad face.

"What if I told you at the beginning, you don't brine it? " My mother put the fat sausage cut off my chopsticks in front of my brother, and then I had to swallow saliva and watch my brother swallow my favorite fat sausage, it's like being robbed of something you love, but you're not in a position to take it back.

"How does it taste? " Asked his mother.

"another piece. " The elder brother did not answer, but looked straight at the pot of meat, let the mother help folder another piece.

I swallow saliva looking at these two people a clip, a eat, in the heart of the tooth itching.

"Why don't I try some, just a SIP? " I asked tentatively.

"You want a scar? "

"You want to be ugly? "

My brother and my mother spoke at the same time, saying words that pierced my heart. I immediately shut up and silently recorded this debt in my heart on Ang Lee's head. If she hadn't scratched me, how could I have become like this again, can't even get a bite to eat!