Baozi Xishi's Struggle

Although the noodles tasted terrible, seeing Yutao eating so happily and being really hungry, Shen Yu also started to eat the remaining half bowl of noodles in small bites.

Yutao ate quickly and soon finished most of the bowl of noodles. She sat there waiting for the dishes to be washed.

Shen Yu ate slowly, so she hurriedly said, "I'll eat slowly. You can go help mom after you finish eating. I'll wash the dishes."

Yutao agreed, put on a sun hat, picked up a clay jar of water and went out.

When he reached the door, he turned back and said, "Sister, I'll make lunch when I get back."

Shen Yu agreed. Yu Tao then closed the door and left.

After eating the noodles, a thin layer of sweat appeared on my head and I felt stronger.

Shen Yu packed up two sets of bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

The sun had risen by now and the kitchen was brightly lit.

The kitchen is lower than the main house, but not small. There is a big stove facing the door and a large water tank next to it.

There is a tattered cupboard in the corner that is about to fall apart, probably used to store dishes and chopsticks.

There was a small jar with a wooden lid next to the cupboard. There was a long table at the entrance with a chopping board and kitchen knife on it, and several shallow bamboo baskets stacked on the side.

There were two pottery basins and two pottery jars with large bellies and small mouths on the ground under the table, and two large coarse porcelain bowls covering the pottery jars.

Shen Yu placed the bowl and chopsticks in a porcelain basin, walked to a small jar in the corner, opened the lid, and saw half a jar of black flour inside. It seemed that the noodles he had eaten in the morning were made of it.

I opened the cupboard and saw a pile of bowls and dishes, a pair of chopsticks, and a few small bamboo baskets on top.

On the lower layer were several half-empty cloth bags. When they were opened, there were some beans and millets inside, as well as a bamboo basket filled with dried wild vegetables.

This is probably all the food stored in this family.

Shen Yu sighed, turned around and went to the large water tank, scooped two scoops of water with a ladle and poured them into the ceramic basin.

There is not much oil or water on the noodles, so the bowl can be cleaned by just rinsing it with clean water. It is quite easy to clean.

Shen Yu found a way to be cheerful in the midst of hardship, washed the dishes and put them in the cupboard, then walked out of the kitchen, shaking the water off his hands.

She looked at the vegetable field on the other side. The shallots in the field had grown as thick as chopsticks, and the eggplants had grown to the size of an adult's fist, with their purple skins shining.

The most tempting thing is the cucumbers on the rack, with flowers and thorns on top, swaying in the wind among the green leaves.

When Shen Yu was eating breakfast, he took out most of the bowl of noodles and gave it to Yutao, who looked hungry after breakfast, but it only filled his own stomach.

Looking at the fresh and green cucumber, my hand reached out faster than my brain, and by the time I reacted, I was already holding a tender cucumber in my hand.

She glanced around guiltily; she was still alone in the yard, and it was quiet.

Only then did he feel at ease taking the cucumber into the kitchen, rinsed it with water, and started eating.

It’s so refreshing! As soon as Shen Yu took a bite of the crisp and juicy cucumber, he praised it in his heart.

It seems that it is because there is no pollution. Compared with modern cucumbers, it has a crisper texture, more fragrant juice and tastes great.

Shen Yu ate a cucumber and looked around the courtyard which he had only glanced at yesterday.

Everywhere was empty, clearly showing the poverty of this family.

But the floor was swept clean and the kitchen was also tidy, showing that the owner of this house is a diligent person.

I don’t know if it’s Yutao who cleans every day, or the original owner of this Yuzhi.

Judging from the way Yutao treats Shen Yu, it seems that this younger sister is taking care of her older sister.

Shen Yu stretched out his hands. They were a pair of delicate hands, without many signs of labor.

How can you not work when living in a home like this?

Shen Yu couldn't understand. She didn't receive the original owner's memory, and she was at a loss about her current life.

It’s so strange. In novels, don’t the souls that travel back in time always bring modern scientific knowledge, receive the memories of the original owners, and then live happily in ancient times?

Why is it that when it comes to me, I have no idea. What kind of person is this Miss Yuzhi? I don't know anything. What should I do if the truth is revealed?

Shen Yu was conflicted and had to go back to his room to make the bed, wipe the table and sweep the floor.

After cleaning up, her hair was wet with sweat and her face felt sticky. She filled a basin with water and wanted to wash her face. She accidentally looked into the basin and was stunned.

A strange face was reflected on the slightly shaking water.

She was not glamorous, but pretty, with black hair, a cloth tied around her head, big eyes, two slightly furrowed eyebrows, a straight nose, and slightly pale lips.

He looked so pitiful.

She looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, which was completely different from the short-haired tomboy she was in modern times.

No wonder the original owner's mother was so angry. With the original owner's looks, her engagement was broken off and she lost to a lame girl from a carpenter's family.

Shen Yu thought to himself, feeling sympathy for the original owner who had his engagement broken off and lost his life.

Around noon, the courtyard door creaked open and Yutao pushed the door open and walked in.

Before he could put down the clay pot in his hand, he saw smoke coming out of the kitchen door, as if the kitchen was on fire.

Yutao's face turned pale and she ran in in two steps at a time.

Amid the smoke, Shen Yu was seen bending over, coughing awkwardly, squatting on a small wooden stool in front of the stove, stuffing firewood under the stove, and thick smoke was billowing out of the stove.

"Oh, you can't make a fire like this."

Yutao said, putting down the earthenware jar in her hand, hurried over, and pulled up Shen Yu who was lowering his head and stuffing firewood.

She sat on the small wooden stool where Shen Yu had just sat, and used a fire tongs to take out the firewood that filled the stove, leaving only a layer at the bottom of the stove. She used the fire tongs to stir the fire, and the flames became stronger. The smoke in the room quickly dissipated from the windows and doors.

Yutao added firewood slowly and said to Shen Yu with a smile: "Sister, what's wrong with you? How come you can't even light a fire?"

"I, I want to boil some water for everyone to drink..."

Shen Yu hesitated and didn't know how to respond.

She stood aside pretending to be calm, watching Yutao boil water, and tentatively said, "Sister, I think my injury is a bit troublesome."

"Sister, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? It's all my fault. I forgot you were injured and even blamed you for not being able to light a fire properly."

Upon hearing this, Yutao dropped the fire tongs, stood up quickly, and looked at Shen Yu with nervous eyes.

"No, no, don't panic." Shen Yu hurriedly comforted the little girl.

"After I woke up from my injury, my mind went blank. I couldn't remember anything about the past. I couldn't remember who I was or how many people were in my family. I couldn't remember any of that."

Shen Yu made up the story and couldn't help blushing.

Oh Heaven, oh Earth, I didn't mean to lie to the child. The original owner's memory was blank. I couldn't say that I came from the future, or I would be burned as a monster.

"Ah, how could this happen?"

Yutao also became anxious. She looked Shen Yu up and down, and then went around behind her to look at the wound on the back of her head.

Shen Yu, a modern sales elite with a lot of experience, couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw the clear and sincere eyes of a child.

"Don't worry, except for not being able to remember the past, I'm fine everywhere. It's okay to forget the past. Just tell me more and I'll know."

"Is it really okay?"