Abandoned woman from a poor family, she is addicted to wealth

Chapter 7 My Little Ancestor, Can You Eat Those Things?
The old lady wanted to ask her daughter what happened, but seeing her listless, she quickly helped her to lie down, covered her with a quilt, and patted her on the back with a loving face.

Lu Jiu couldn't laugh or cry, she always felt like a newborn baby.

"Mom, I'm a little hungry."

Lu Jiu wasn't used to getting close to the old lady, so she just made up an excuse.

It wasn't just an excuse, but she was already very hungry.

Lu Jiumei was tortured by her wicked mother-in-law. She drank half a bowl of porridge all day, helped prepare lunch, and entertained Lin Wenyi's classmates. Later, she was almost treated lightly.

In desperation, he hit the wall and committed suicide.

This body has been tossing for so long, it is already hungry.

As soon as she heard that the old girl was hungry, the old lady hurriedly got off the kang, went to the main room, and yelled at the kitchen: "Lao San's family, is dinner ready?"

Not long after, a soft voice came from the kitchen: "Mother, it will be ready soon."

After a quarter of an hour, dinner was finally served!

A square dining table, fully surrounded by a dozen people.

This doesn't include Lu Shuangxia's family.

There are really enough people in this family.

The eldest brother, Lu Dachun, married his wife, Zhao Shi, and had three sons, Dalang, 13 years old, Erlang, [-] years old, and Sanlang, [-] years old.

The third brother, Lu Sanqiu, is married to Sun, and has two daughters, five-year-old Hua'er and three-year-old Duo'er. Because they have no sons, they are often bullied by their sister-in-law Zhao. Just half a year ago, Sun finally Just gave birth to a child with a handle, that is, Koshiro, who was only five months old.

The children were sallow and thin, as if fleeing famine, and their clothes were patched and patched. The eldest nephew was better, at least his face and hands were clean, but the younger ones had cat faces, and their hands were pitch black. When he arrived at Lu Jiu, he called out crisply: "Old Gu."

Lu Jiu has never seen so many people, nor such a seniority, so she can only say: "Good boy."

The eldest nephew is only three years younger than her.

On the dining table was a small basket of steamed buns and a small dish of dark pickles. In front of each person was a bowl of porridge with wild vegetables. There was very little rice but a lot of wild vegetables.

Lu Jiu was almost exhausted from hunger. She took a sip of porridge with wild vegetables. The bitter taste in her mouth made her subconsciously want to spit out the porridge, but she always felt that it was too impolite to do so, so she could only swallow it with a frown.

The bitter taste of wild vegetable porridge still lingers in the mouth and lasts for a long time.

Lu Jiu could only take a steamed bun from the basket, trying to suppress the bitterness.

She took a bite and found a problem, the cornbread was harder than her teeth.

She had no choice but to break it into small pieces, throw them into her mouth, and chew slowly, but unexpectedly, she choked her throat, couldn't swallow it at all, and even stabbed her throat.

Lu Jiu coughed violently. The old lady came out from the kitchen with something. Seeing this scene, her heart almost jumped out of fright. She patted Lu Jiu's back with one hand, and put the thick millet porridge into her mouth with the other. Guan: "My little ancestor, are these things you can eat? Have a mouthful of porridge and slowly move down..."

Lu Jiu drank several mouthfuls of millet porridge before swallowing the piece of steamed corn bread and saving his life.

"Girl, how are you?"

Feeling the loving gaze of the old lady, Lu Jiu shook her head: "Mom, I'm fine."

"It's fine." The old lady took the food that Mrs. Sun handed over, put it in front of Lu Jiu, and couldn't help but said, "Are those things you can touch? These are your dinner."

(End of this chapter)