Reborn Soul: Me and My Family

The thin woman turned around and saw that her daughter, who had been having a high fever for the past few days, had finally woken up. She immediately smiled and said, "Qingqing, you are finally awake.

Next time, we must not get wet in the rain. Look at how thin you have become these days. Your dad was still nagging about you when he went to work this morning!"

Ouyang Qing twisted his arm, it hurt, I'm not dreaming,

He immediately threw himself into his mother's arms: "Mom, do you know how much I miss you? Mom, our family will never be separated again, okay?"

When Zhou Guilan heard her daughter say this, she was stunned for a moment and then seemed to remember something: "Qingqing, did you remember something?]

Otherwise, why would you say that? Right? Mommy Qingqing didn't guess wrong, right? " Stroking her precious daughter's hair, Ouyang Qing felt that she was hallucinating.

What does mom mean? What does "remember" mean? Why can't I understand this sentence? "What does mom mean by remember? Didn't I travel through time?

If I am me, then I just came from the 21st century, and when did you get here?"

"Let's talk about this after your dad comes back. You've been sick these past two days, and your dad will come back from the cafeteria to get lunch at noon, so he'll let me take good care of you.

And you haven't eaten well these past few days. I just made some porridge for you. I'll serve it to you later. By the time you finish eating, your dad will be back soon."

Looking at his mother busy working for him, Ouyang Qing felt particularly happy. It was great that all this would no longer be a dream.

Zhou Guilan served the porridge and looked at her daughter who was still standing there. She couldn't help but find it funny. She hasn't recovered yet!

"Qingqing, what are you doing standing there like an idiot? Come over and have some porridge. I'll get you a plate of pickled vegetables."

While talking, Zhou Ma went to the cupboard next to the stove, opened the cupboard door and took out a small plate of pickled vegetables. "Qingqing, you are not well yet, so you can only eat something light first.

Tomorrow I will buy all the remaining 8 liang of meat tickets in our house and stew meat for you."

Looking at his daughter's already thin face, and now even her chin is pointed, it seems that in the next two weeks, he will have to ask Brother Zhen to go to that place to gain some meat for his daughter.

Although I have three workers at home, the food supply is not enough, and I often have to go out to exchange for food. Besides, it's not just one family doing this.

Basically, families with many people would go there to exchange food. Now you need receipts to buy anything and the supply is limited. Fortunately, my eldest son is serving in the army in H Province.

Most of the subsidy receipts were sent back to the family, but those with large families were lucky to have enough food to eat.

As the saying goes, the little brats can eat their fathers out of poverty. When Ouyang Qing was halfway through his porridge, there was a sound of the door opening.

A middle-aged man in a Mao suit came in, pushing a 28-inch bicycle. This was Ouyang Qing's father, Ouyang Zhen.

His complexion was pale, and there was some beard on his dark face, which looked a bit rough. There were also some white hairs on both sides of his temples.

Ouyang Qing's eyes are completely inherited from his father's genes, exactly the same. His nose is high and straight, giving people a calm feeling overall.

After he parked his bicycle, he turned around to close the gate, then picked up the net bag hanging on the handlebars.

Through the gaps in the net bag, you can see that there are two aluminum lunch boxes inside. Ouyang Qing saw the person coming and said, "Dad"

Father Ouyang was very happy to see his daughter had recovered: "Oh, Qingqing is well now. She was crying yesterday because she was sick.

You are so loud today. I will buy you some meat tomorrow to make you a good supplement. Guilan! I was late for the canteen today.

There will be no good food left by the time it's my turn. I will go earlier tomorrow, so you can just make do with what you have today."

At this moment, Ouyang's father only saw his wife and had completely forgotten about his daughter. He didn't even remember that his daughter called him "Dad" but not the usual "Dad".

Ouyang Qing curled his lips. It was like this again. Dad was always a wife-loving maniac no matter what era he lived in! Never mind. I'm used to it.

"Dad, why don't you care about me at all? Every time you see mom, you ignore me. I am Qingqing, why does mom say that I remember?

And don't eat yet, come upstairs with me and I'll take you to a place."

Ouyang Zhen looked at his wife and said, "I remember it now. Who knows if you remember it now or forget it later? Don't make trouble.

If your mother gets hungry later, I won’t buy you meat tomorrow,” Ouyang Qing saw his father questioning him.

He stopped talking and looked at Zhou's mother: "Mom, my second brother and younger brother won't be back at noon today!"

Hearing his daughter talking, Ouyang's father had already handed the chopsticks in his hand to his wife, and took the chopsticks from her husband's hand and said, "Your second brother will not be back at noon because he has food in the cafeteria.

Aren’t you sick? I was afraid that Xiaoheng would come back and bother you at noon, so I asked him to eat at your grandma’s house. It’s close anyway.”

After hearing what his mother said, Ouyang Qing closed the door of the kitchen, took out a pot of hot pot base from the space and placed it on the table.

The couple looked at their daughter in surprise, wondering how she could produce something even though she had a fever.

Father Ouyang quickly recovered from his shock and looked at his daughter: "Qingqing, where did you get this hot pot?

Guilan, hurry up and close the windows and the door. It will be bad if the smell gets out." Ouyang's parents quickly blocked the door.

Seeing his parents being so exaggerated, Ouyang Qing realized that the strong smell of hot pot could easily spread, so he immediately put away the pot of hot pot soup base.

"Mom and Dad, stop busying yourself. Lock the door and let's go upstairs." Ouyang's father moved quickly. In less than a minute, the three of them arrived at Ouyang Qing's room.

When Ouyang Qing entered the room, he first drew the curtains, which were actually just a piece of washed bleached cotton cloth, and then turned around and pulled the latch of the door.

He looked at his parents who were looking at him with confusion, smiled, and took their hands and entered the space.

When Ouyang's parents saw the strange sight before them, they said in unison in surprise, "My daughter, is this space?"

Seeing his daughter nod, Ouyang's father turned around and looked around. Ouyang's mother looked at her daughter with surprise: "This, this, this...how did you suddenly have such a magical thing?

The world is so big that there are so many wonders! Where did you make that hot pot just now? Show it to me, your mother, quickly."

Ouyang Qing held his forehead, thinking, Mom, is this the point? "Come on, Mom, let's go to the house first. After we're full, I'll take you two for a walk. We can talk while we eat."

Ouyang Qing led his parents into the dining room and asked them to sit down, silently thinking of hot pot. The table that was empty just now was immediately filled with food.

The hot pot was made with a yuanyang hot pot base, which was emitting a steaming aroma. Ouyang Qing took out bowls, chopsticks and bone dishes for three people from the disinfection cabinet.

After arranging everything, he looked at his parents and said, "Mom and Dad, didn't you just say you were hungry? Put whatever you want to eat in the pot and heat it up!"

It’s okay for me to eat a shabu-shabu hotpot today. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of meat today.”