"What's wrong" The old lady asked very calmly, taking a sip of small pickles and taking a sip of porridge.
"She," I looked at the child in the basket.
The old lady put down the bowl and lifted the basket up, and the little mattress was re-covered to cover the little purple hands that were exposed.
"Don't care, eat it, this baby is resistant to meat, as soon as you smell the meat, it's like you're dying, don't be afraid, hehe."
The old lady grinned.
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, and her words reminded me of something.
The substitute driver, who said he had cooked his wife and his wife's lover, entertained the two hapless family and friends, though he later said it was just a joke.
"What kind of meat is this?"
I asked cautiously.
The old lady put a piece of it in my bowl again, and mixed it with the stick noodle gruel, and now I lost my appetite even more.
She said slowly, "What kind of meat can it be?"
"So, what kind of meat is it?"
"Pork, it's pork.
Eat it.
The old lady said.
I picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of gruel, but I didn't eat the meat inside, the taste of this porridge was strange because of the meat, there was a smell of banana peel, but it was actually the smell of stinky feet.
I retched, but didn't let the old lady see it.
"Don't eat it, there's a drug."
A small voice said.
I looked around in a panic, and there was no one else in the room, and it wasn't the voice in my head.
Looking at the old lady again, she didn't seem to hear, the basket on one side of her body was still shaking slightly, could it be that the child inside was talking And only I can hear her words, or the old lady's ear, I guess I can't hear it clearly in such a small voice.
Thinking so, the old lady asked me what I had just said.
I hurriedly said nothing.
But it also confirmed one thing, that is, it was indeed the voice of the dead baby in the basket, but the old lady did not hear it.
I guess the basket overturned just now was also the kid reminding me that there was something wrong with the meat.
If it's drugged, it means that the old lady doesn't want my life, but wants to make me unconscious, and then I won't go to the col again.
It seems that she didn't insist on opposing me anymore, but took practical action directly, she didn't want Xiaoxue to come back to life, no matter what the reason, maybe she just pretended to be good to me, in essence, like those villagers, she also resented Xiaoxue.
I put a chopstick and a small pickle into the porridge, and stood up with the bowl, "I'll go out to see Xiaoxue." ” "Look at what she's doing, eat, don't move around."
The old lady was like my grandmother, and she didn't like me to swing around with a bowl and have to be on the edge of the table when I ate.
"I'm really not at ease, besides, I've been used to it since I was a child, and I don't like to sit on the edge of the table and eat."
After saying that, I took a sip of porridge, chirped my mouth, pretended to eat meat, and walked out.
Corpse Keeper: Looking at the old lady with her spare eyes, she didn't move, and she didn't care about me anymore.
As soon as I went out, I first walked to Xiaoxue's side in a pretended manner, then watched the movement in the house, and poured all the contents of the bowl on the outside of the low wall while the old lady was not paying attention.
After a while in the cold wind, I returned to the house, looked full, and put down the dishes and chopsticks.
The old lady didn't eat either, she cleaned up a place on the kang for me, and said that if I was sleepy, I would sleep here for a while, I yawned, and said that I was really a little sleepy, and lay down on the kang, and the old lady smiled at me with satisfaction.
I pretended to sleep, and the old lady sat on the edge of the kang and watched me for a while, then got up and went out.
This time, she didn't carry a basket.
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