I run a food city in the last days

With the thought of "it's all here", Jiang Yiyin shivered as he walked through the dark playground, followed the warm yellow light coming from the gap in the curtains, and stumbled to the outside of the dean's home.

She carefully climbed onto the window and leaned into the gap to look inside.

Coincidentally, this gap was facing the dean and several children. She had just arrived and saw that the dean was taking out small rice bowls one by one from the pot and talking to several children at the same time: "It's ready. One bowl per person. If you spill it, you won't get to eat it."

The word "eat" immediately made her lick her lips, and she couldn't help but raise her already raised toes higher, trying to see clearly what was in the bowl.

Of course this is impossible, but the dean's nagging words solved Jiang Yiyin's doubts: "It took two eggs to steam it. It's delicious. Egg custard is the most nutritious. It can make you have a good time." Grow your body.”

Several bowls had just been taken out. The children felt that they were very hot and were afraid that they would knock them over to the ground, so they walked to the window one after another and put the bowls on the table first.

Jiang Yiyin was so frightened that she quickly shrank back, pressing against the cold wall without daring to take a breath. If she was discovered by the dean at this time, she would definitely not be able to escape a beating, and she might even be beaten by Guan Xiaohei. Room.

Being beaten was a common occurrence, so she wasn't very scared. The main reason was that it was too cold in the small dark room, it was pitch black, there was no sound, and there was a particularly unpleasant musty smell, so she didn't want to go in at all.

There was a rustling sound coming from the top of her head. After waiting for a long time, the sounds disappeared, and she wondered if they were eating egg custard.

Egg custard, what kind of food would that be?

She had been in the orphanage for many years, and only during the Chinese New Year every year, each child would be given half a boiled egg. She recalled the slippery white and the yolk that filled her mouth as soon as she ate it, and couldn't help but swallow it carefully. He spat.

Eggs are so delicious, and the egg custard made with two eggs must be even more delicious.

Because she really wanted to know what the egg custard was like, she finally couldn't help taking the risk. She turned around carefully, stood on tiptoe, and first grabbed the part covered by the curtain with both hands, and then waited very slowly, very carefully. Carefully, he stood up straight.

Her head was a little higher than the window sill, and she opened her eyes wide and tried to see through the gap in the curtains.

As expected, those children were all concentrating on eating the egg custard in the bowl. She happened to see the boy named Arjun carefully scoop up some light yellow food from the bowl with a spoon, which was full of small holes and cracks.

It turned out that this was egg custard. She suddenly opened her eyes. As Ajun put the spoon into her mouth, Jiang Yiyin also opened his mouth. When the other person swallowed the egg custard in one gulp, she also closed it hard. I put on my dry and dull lips, but only got a mouthful of cold air.

She woke up from her beautiful fantasy, with a trace of grievance in her eyes.

Why are they the only ones who can eat egg custard? Why doesn’t the dean’s mother like herself? Why did her biological parents abandon her?

With many questions that children at this age could not yet find answers to, she watched them eat the egg custard one after another. In the end, each child scraped the bottom of the bowl with a spoon and licked both the spoon and the bowl. Gotta be clean.

The dean looked at them lovingly, touched their heads one by one and said, "Okay, it's time to go and have a rest. It's full of snow outside. You can just sleep in the living room and come with me tomorrow morning."

Several children cuddled next to her, calling the dean mother admiringly, and took the initiative to help wash the bowls and pots, and then left the kitchen together.

The dean was the last one to go out and clicked the switch on the wall, and the warm yellow light disappeared.

But Jiang Yiyin still lay blankly on the windowsill for a long time, and there seemed to be those children with happy expressions in front of him.

But at the time, she didn't actually understand what that expression was, because the children in the orphanage were always listless, and the staff looked impatient most of the time. She had almost never seen anyone show their sincerity. smile.

Along with these unfamiliar expressions, there was also the image of a pieced together bowl of egg custard engraved into her heart.

It looks like half a bowl, with many small holes and cracks on it. It doesn't look very elastic, and the color is a dull yellowish color.

And it's very, very, very delicious. After eating, she will show an expression that she doesn't understand, but she can tell she is very happy.

Her stomach growled, and she was even hungrier after watching the little friends in the orphanage eating egg custard.

After rubbing her hands and standing firm, she cleverly grabbed a ball of snow from the window sill, put it in the palm of her left hand, rubbed it with her right hand, squeezed it into a flat circle as much as possible, and then poked it with her fingers. Many small holes.

In her eyes, this piece of snow cake was covered with egg custard. She opened her mouth wide and took a bite, using all the imagination in her little mind to pretend that she was eating something very, very delicious.

However, there was only ice coldness in his mouth, and the snow turned into water and flowed down his throat, bringing the chill into his stomach.

With a sudden inspiration, she threw away most of the remaining piece of snow cake and pursed her lips in grievance. Looking at the dark orphanage, the little child felt sad for the first time.

In the end, she fell several times before returning to the room. She took off her wet coat and trousers, and then shrank into the quilt. However, she couldn't get any warmth. The quilt was wrapped tightly, and I didn't know when I fell asleep in the cold.

It was only when the children were called the next day that someone discovered she had a high fever.

However, it was impossible to go to the hospital. The orphanage's budget did not even have enough medical expenses. The staff dug out a dirty paper bag from the cabinet where the leg was lame, and poured out a pill that was not expired. Come, think about it and break it in half, and feed it to her with only a trace of warm water.

Jiang Yiyin felt like a cold wind was pouring into her heart. Even water with only a trace of heat made her long for it, so she held on to the cup and drank the entire glass of water.

The staff finally grabbed the cup from her hand and couldn't help but curse: "Several children wanted to drink water, but you drank it all by yourself. What a debt collector!"

She had to make an extra trip to get another glass of water for the children who had not yet drank water. Because of this "extra work", it was not until the dean came in accompanied by a middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit. , she was still cursing.