Tsing Yi Dance: Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow

Granny Tian saw the direction of Mo Ling's finger, and burst out laughing.

"It's baobo, dry food made of sorghum noodles. You may not be used to the rough tea and light food."

Although Granny Tian looked at Mo Ling kindly with a smile all the time, she did not ignore the old man in fine clothes on Mo Ling's body. At the end, Granny Tian looked at her old man apologetically.

Tian Bo put down the handkerchief in his hand, and didn't say anything more, because he knew that these pastries came from the sorghum noodles his wife had saved for half a year.

"Come on, don't stand still, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Tian Bo took the lead to sit at the dining table, and Mo Ling followed suit. In the palace, people always put food in front of him. Now, Mo Ling looked at the unfamiliar dishes and didn't know how to place his chopsticks. .

"Come on, kid, eat some pastry, or you'll be hungry in the middle of the night if it's just porridge."

Granny Tian handed a pastry to Mo Ling, Mo Ling looked at the plate containing the pastry, there was one left, three people, only two pastries, Mo Ling felt a little embarrassed.

"Grandma, I, I'm not very hungry, you and Uncle should eat!"

After saying that, Mo Ling took a sip of the porridge with a few vegetable leaves on the bottom of the bowl in front of him.

Originally thought that such a thing might taste no better than medicinal soup, but Mo Ling, who was already mentally prepared, was surprised to find that this humble porridge tasted much better than the delicacies of the palace.

"We're all getting old, and it's uncomfortable to eat too much at night, you should eat it!" Grandma Tian handed the pastry to Mo Ling again.

Tian Bo also said: "Don't give in to each other, come, eat more food!"

As he said that, he gave Mo Ling a large piece of egg, "Our family doesn't have much to entertain you, just simple tea and light food, just don't hold it against you."

"No, I think the soup made by my mother-in-law is delicious!"

Seeing that it was difficult to refuse Granny Tian's kindness, Mo Ling took the pastry over.Hearing what Tian Bo said, he didn't quite agree.

"Silly boy, this is not soup, this is..."

Just as Grandma Tian was about to say something, Uncle Tian suddenly coughed and interrupted Grandma Tian, ​​and said, "Old lady, is there something else burning on your stove, why does it smell like burnt?"

Uncle Tian winked at the puzzled Granny Tian, ​​and Granny Tian seemed to understand and walked towards the kitchen.

"If you think it tastes good, drink more! This porridge...soup is enough!"

Tian Bo's expression was a little unnatural, and he took a sneak peek at Mo Ling. Seeing that Mo Ling didn't notice, he just nodded happily and was studying the sorghum noodles, so he didn't make any noise.

From the conversation between Mo Ling and Tian Bo in the capital, Tian Bo could tell that Mo Ling was not a son of an ordinary family, no wonder he couldn't tell whether it was soup or porridge, even though his old lady said it was porridge just now.

But it was this that made Tian Bo more sure that Mo Ling was not the child of ordinary people, but he didn't know why he wandered outside alone.

"Well~ this bun is so hard! Uncle and mother-in-law are old, why don't they eat steamed buns, which are softer."

Unintentional words, both Tian Bo and Granny Tian who came back from the kitchen were a little dumbfounded.

After a long time, Mo Ling saw that Uncle Tian and Granny Tian were silent, looking left and right, thinking that he had said something wrong.

"Yes, did I say something wrong?" Mo Ling became a little apprehensive.

"Oh, silly boy, who would want to eat these sorghum noodles if there are white flour steamed buns? Poor people can't afford white noodles!"

Seeing that the old man had no intention of answering, Granny Tian sighed and sat back at the dining table.

Mo Ling seemed to understand a little bit, he didn't understand what buying was, and why poor people couldn't eat steamed buns.But seeing Uncle Tian and Granny Tian's looks a little sad, they didn't dare to say anything more.

The atmosphere at the dinner table that suddenly became quiet was a bit weird, Mo Ling silently gnawed on the hard sorghum noodles in his hand, and drank the porridge in front of him, but he no longer felt as delicious as before.

It seems that the human mood is really a very wonderful thing!

After dinner, Mo Ling was taken to the side room by Uncle Tian. Mo Ling knew that he would probably spend the night here tonight. Although the room was less than one-third of his original room, Mo Ling was still very grateful to Tian. Bo can take him in.

The house was kept very clean by Granny Tian. Although there were a few patches on the quilt, it could be seen that no one used it.

The simple room has a real warmth, Mo Ling likes this feeling very much, it is hundreds of times better than his room without warmth and space.

"I'm wronging you to stay here tonight. If it's cold at night, add more firewood to the charcoal basin!" Tian Bo said and added two pieces of firewood to the charcoal basin for Mo Ling.

Mo Ling was not hypocritical, nodded, and said a little embarrassedly: "I didn't mean to be at the dinner table just now, Uncle Tian, ​​but I really don't understand why I can't afford white noodles."

Tian Bo was taken aback for a moment, looking at Mo Ling in surprise, then he was relieved, how could a child from a rich family understand the suffering of a poor family.

"Silly boy, maybe you'll understand when you get older."

Tian Bo patted Mo Ling's shoulder, not feeling that Mo Ling was mocking them, but rather worried.

This child doesn't even understand these things, how could he be wandering outside alone? Could it be that he ran away from home?

"Maybe!"

Mo Ling was a little sadly injured, how could he understand these things after being grounded and raised in the palace.

Seeing that Mo Ling suddenly became quiet, Tian Bo thought he was a little tired, so he patted Mo Ling's shoulder and walked out.

The room where Mo Ling was left alone became even more silent, and the firewood in the charcoal basin occasionally burst out with a spark or two.

Mo Ling took off his coat and climbed into bed. This was his first night away from the palace.Although there is some small excitement, it is also full of fear of this world.

He can't figure out what's going on with just a piece of pastry. It seems that there are still many things waiting for him to understand and learn a little bit.

Lying on the bed, although Mo Ling was tired, he still couldn't fall asleep and couldn't sleep.Especially his throat, which may be the reason why he ate sorghum noodles for the first time. His throat was a little sore.

After tossing and tossing for a while, Mo Ling, who really couldn't sleep, decided to get up and drink some water, maybe his throat would be better.

With the light of the fire in the charcoal basin, Mo Ling found that there was no water in the room. He looked through the window at Uncle Tian's room and found that the light was still on, so he put on his clothes and was going to ask Uncle Tian for some tea. Come.

Mo Ling, who came to the courtyard with his coat on, was smart. The wind in the middle of the night was still very cool, which made him even more grateful for Tian Bo's shelter.

Looking up at the sky full of stars, the gloom on Mo Ling's face was swept away, so beautiful~

It seems that after leaving the palace, even the starry night sky has changed, becoming brighter and more dazzling.