Sweetheart Silly Girl's Wife

After two meals, Wuya, a little girl and liar, couldn't finish the drink, and she was very determined to pour the rest into the sheep pen.

Yu Erbao opened one eye and closed the other as if he didn't see it.

When he was about to go out, Yu Wuya followed behind him with her two cakes in her arms.

Thinking that she was bored at home alone, he took her away without asking any further questions.

After the two of them went out, Yu Erbao casually fastened the gate of the yard with a wooden peg, so that Yu Sibao would not get lost by running around at home alone.

Yu Wuya suddenly lagged behind her brother, dawdling, not knowing what she was doing, and she ran over in a hurry when Yu Erbao reached the intersection of the main road.

"What are you doing behind, so slow." Yu Erbao asked her puzzled.

"Nothing." Yu Wuya's thin face was unnatural for a moment, and then she raised the big cake in her hand: "You walked so fast, my cake fell on the ground, and you can't do it when I pick up a cake." It's come this far."

Yu Erbao didn't doubt that there was him, so he slowed down a bit: "Then I'll walk slowly, so stop dawdling."

Yu Wuya hurriedly followed behind him with the cake in her arms, and the two of them walked to the house of someone who had to work in the village against the sun.

Sibao, who was still sleeping in the room, was also awakened by the sunlight shining into the room.

Getting off the bed in a daze, Sibao slowly put on his clothes neatly.

She doesn't know how to comb her hair, so she has to let it hang down her head, looking messy.

But it doesn't matter, Sibao doesn't care about these, she is a little hungry now.

But today the table where rice porridge should have been placed was empty.

Didn't mother leave rice porridge for Sibao today?Sibao stood on the edge of the table sleepily, thinking so.

Sibao had no choice but to go to the main room, picked up a small bowl and scooped a bowl of cold water.

Standing in the yard, Sibao gurgled and washed his mouth with cold water, which was also taught by her mother.

When the mouth was no longer uncomfortable and clean, Sibao took several sips of water, and then he put down the bowl in satisfaction.

After drinking the water, Sibao felt that his stomach was full, and happily played in the yard by himself.

There are three sheep, one ewe, and two young rams in the sheepfold in the backyard. When Sibao is bored, he will watch them graze.

Sibao took the grass and put it in the trough, but the lamb ignored her, and she ignored the lamb's condition, Sibao just stuffed it with the grass by himself.

After filling the trough to the brim, Sibao stopped and stood quietly by the side watching the lambs, waiting for them to eat grass.

It's a pity that Sibao didn't know that the lamb was full before she came. She only knew that the lamb needed to eat grass, which was what her mother told her.

In the trough, there was still rice porridge that the sheep hadn't eaten, which was covered by the grass stuffed by Sibao, so Sibao didn't see it.

Sibao only knew that today's sheep did not eat the grass she fed.

But Sibao didn't feel bored, he still stood by the sheepfold and watched.

Not long after, the feeling of fullness from drinking water was gone now, and Sibao was hungry again.

There was a gurgling sound in the stomach, and the lazy sheep shook their heads towards Sibao, and Sibao reached out to cover his hungry stomach.

With big round eyes facing the sheep in the pen, Sibao reached out and pulled a piece of emerald green grass from the trough.

Sibao stuffed the grass into his mouth and swallowed it, and used his two white front teeth to grind the grass down unskillfully.

The astringent green grass juice sticks to the tip of the tongue, the four treasures are astringent, and the eyebrows and eyes are subconsciously wrinkled together.

Sticking out her tongue, she stretched out the back of her white and tender hand to wipe her astringent tongue.

Then he took out the green grass from his mouth with his fingers, and the well-behaved and dull Sibao would not spit it out.

Aunt Yu never taught her how to spit out the food she put into her mouth. After all, Sibao rarely had the chance to eat food other than rice porridge.

The grass is very bitter, this is what Sibao tasted with his mouth today.

Sibao, who had been alone in the house for a long time, was so hungry that she went to the kitchen again.

There was a wooden bowl for Sibao to eat on the stove. Sibao was very happy when she saw it. She stood on tiptoe to look, but unfortunately there was no rice porridge in it.

The aggrieved Sibao's eyes are also red now, why is there no rice porridge in the wooden bowl, obviously there will be it before.

After walking around the courtyard for a while, Sibao set his sights on the gate of the courtyard.

Closed, as usual.

Sibao still stretched out his hand and pushed lightly, but today he pushed it away.

Sibao smiled now.

The Yu family lived in a remote location, there were not many families around, and Sibao didn't meet anyone when he went out.

Just such a person walked slowly on the road, and occasionally touched the wild flowers by the roadside with his hands.

When he got to the door of a house, Sibao withdrew his expression a little bit. Seeing that no one came out from the house, Sibao returned to his leisurely appearance.

"Silly Four Treasures, why did you come out again today? The head you smashed yesterday is healed?"

Suddenly, an immature child's voice came from behind Sibao, but the words he spit out were extremely unpleasant.

Sibao didn't quite understand what he meant by such a long sentence, he only understood that he was calling her, but Sibao didn't know what to do.

Just stared at him blankly.

That child was the boy who injured Sibao yesterday, and he stared at Sibao dissatisfied: "I'm talking to you, are you so stupid that you don't know how to reply to me?"

Sibao was still looking at him, holding his sleeves with his fingers, and didn't make any other movements.

That male doll was not as rampant today as yesterday, and Sibao didn't get angry when he ignored him. He just squinted at Yu Sibao's forehead, which was smashed by him yesterday. Slip away.

After the male doll left, Sibao let out a soft and slow breath.

It was this person who threw a stone at her so fiercely yesterday that Sibao almost died of pain.

A person starts walking again.

Unlike going to the entrance of the village, Sibao walked to the back mountain alone.

The lotus village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. There is water in front of the village and mountains behind the village.

The back mountain is huge, and the original road is covered up by lush plants, only a few small trails walked out by people who went into the mountain to hunt and cut wood.

Seeing the beautiful flowers, Sibao walked in along the vines, completely oblivious to the path under his feet.

There are more beautiful plants inside, and Sibao stared at those colorful plants, having a great time.

The hungry stomach sounded again inappropriately, and Sibao pursed his mouth, so hungry.

My stomach is still rumbling, the sky is getting darker, and the sun is about to set.

There are many plants in the back mountain, and there are many animals of all kinds. After a while, half of the sun went down, and all kinds of movements came from hidden corners.

Sibao was really scared, she sat curled up on the ground, hugging her knees with tears in her eyes.

There was a cracking sound of "click", and Sibao shook his body.

After waiting for a while, a figure came out from the nearby bamboo forest.

"Yo ho, tonight you can pick someone up by cutting a piece of bamboo in the back mountain." The figure walked towards Sibao who was curled up on the ground.

The voice is very nice, even better than Niang's voice, a voice Sibao has never heard before.

Suddenly Sibao was no longer afraid.

Seeing that Sibao was still sitting on the ground blankly, the man couldn't help getting closer, wanting to take a closer look.

The good-looking face just caught Sibao's dazed eyes.

"Are you the four treasures of the Yu family?"

The man seemed to be surprised, with a look of surprise on his pretty face, and then he was quickly restrained by her.

Sibao understood his name, paid attention to a stranger for the first time, nodded obediently, and then stared at that person intently.

Seeing Sibao nodding towards him, the surprise that had subsided on the man's face reappeared, with a touch of disbelief.

"So I'm not a fool." The man said to himself, and then asked her, "Do you know who I am?"

Sibao didn't hear it, her stomach ached from hunger, she didn't answer, but looked at the person in front of her pitifully.

Seeing her like this, the man's heart softened a little, and he coughed lightly: "I'm Jiang Er, a fisherman from Dongtou, can you remember?"

After speaking, he saw Sibao clutching his stomach, his lips were pale and chapped, as if he hadn't eaten for a long time, so he asked again, "Are you hungry?"

Now Sibao's eyes lit up, his expression became lively, and he nodded hesitantly again.

Jiang Er couldn't help holding his forehead, turned around and walked towards the nearby plants.

Sibao had no choice but to stare at the man's receding back helplessly.

After a while, Jiang came over with a bunch of things in his second hand.

Putting the things at Sibao's feet, Jiang Er cleared an open space on the ground with the machete on his waist, and then placed a pile of dry firewood he picked up.

The straw was simply balled up by Jiang Er, and then lit with a torch and thrown into the dry wood pile.

"Do you know what this is?" Jiang Er sat down on the ground and asked Sibao what was at her feet.

Sibao looked at the round and dirty thing in her hand, and looked at her incomprehensibly.

Jiang Er didn't expect her to answer him, so he simply put the things in his hands in front of Sibao's eyes, and asked her to look carefully.

"This is called sweet potato, also known as sweet potato. It's delicious after being roasted."

Sibao didn't understand what melons and potatoes were, but only understood that they were delicious, so he hurriedly reached out to get the fruit from Jiang's second hand.

The warm and soft girl threw herself on Jiang Er's arm, and Jiang Er became stiff for a moment.

Withdrawing his hand, Jiang Er avoided Si Bao's anxious arm: "Don't worry, it must be cooked before eating."

After speaking, he threw all those sweet potatoes into the fire.

Sibao was even more anxious now, his fingers were about to follow the sweet potatoes into the fire, which startled Jiang Er, and quickly grabbed Sibao's hand.

"What are you doing? I told you that you can only eat it when it's cooked." Jiang Er's tone was a little heavy.

Si Bao was attacked by her, and snorted unhappily, and looked at Jiang Er with aggrieved eyes.

With a small sound, Jiang Er really listened.

Supporting Sibao to sit down, Jiang Er apologized to her: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, but you know it was very dangerous just now?"

Jiang Er knew that Sibao was a fool, but he didn't take her as a fool, and talked to her in a nice voice.

Hearing the word danger, Sibao touched his forehead, which still hurt.

Jiang Er's gaze followed suit. At first she only saw the blackness on Sibao's forehead, but now she could see clearly the hideous wound underneath.

So he added: "If I hadn't held you just now, my hand would have hurt more than my forehead."

"It still hurts" was said very emphatically by Jiang Er, Si Bao held his little hand and shook his head hesitantly, no, Si Bao didn't want to hurt.

Seeing her so well-behaved, Jiang Er couldn't help chuckling.

Sibao's eyes were once again attracted by her pretty face.

Seeing her staring at him, Jiang Er thought she was extremely hungry, so he comforted her by saying that the sweet potatoes were about to be baked and asked her to wait.

Now Sibao didn't make trouble anymore, just sat aside and waited obediently.It's just that his eyes still didn't move away from Jiang Er's face.

Jiang Er didn't know why, so he had to break off a branch to poke the roasted sweet potatoes in the fire.

The skin of the sweet potato is slightly softer, but the inside is still hard when poked.

When the sweet potatoes were finally roasted, Jiang Er pulled the sweet potatoes out and put them on the open space, and added branches to the fire to prevent the fire from going out.

The black sweet potato was at his feet, Sibao followed Jiang Er's example and poked lightly with a branch.

With this poke, a big hole was poked in the soft sweet potato, and the fragrant smell wafted in the air.

Sibao's small nose twitched, almost touching his face to the sweet potato.

Afraid of scalding her, Jiang Er picked up the sweet potatoes and wrapped them in leaves, put them in Sibao's hands, and said "hot" to the side.

Unexpectedly, Sibao obediently sat down holding the melon, pouting and exhaling towards the sweet potato.