At noon, "Mom-I don't know what happened to the hen!" " My brother's cicada broke the peace at home. We all heard voices, then left and saw something. It turned out that the hen at home was dying for some reason, and her feet were too swollen to stand up, just flapping her wings feebly. "Maybe I ate something wrong," I said lightly. My mother's face was covered with dark clouds ... Suddenly my sister's cry came: "The two big cocks in the corner had an accident again! The symptoms are exactly the same as those of hens. " "You must have taken rat poison!" I said stupefied that it began to rain in my mother's eyes-the hard-made meatballs disappeared at once. I went back to my room to do crazy homework, and I don't know what happened next.
After working hard at school all afternoon, I came home hungry after school, and there was no ghost at home. Suddenly, a faint scent got into my nose. It smells good! I knew at once that it came from the kitchen. I lifted the pot and plate and finally found it was a pot of chicken soup. Try it. It's really delicious. It must be the nutrition that Mom made for Ting. Willy-nilly, I hurried to find a spoon and filled a big bowl of cold rice.
I will talk to you as usual when I come back from self-study at night.
Parents and siblings "chase drama" together. At the end of the day, when I was crazy, I remembered the chicken that died tragically today and asked, "Poor mother, what did you do to your' baby' chicken today?"
"Make chicken soup for my baby." Mom is very "cooperative" with the plot!
"ah!" I was shocked. It turns out that the soup at night is made of dead chicken. No wonder it has a strong ginger flavor! Mother was startled, as if remembering something: "By the way, there was a lot less soup in the pot when I came back, wasn't there …"
"I ... I just think my dear mother gave me filial piety to supplement my nutrition as much as possible ..." "My sister drank so much' dead chicken soup' that something must have happened tonight." My brother interrupted me angrily and proudly, as if investigating the soup he drank less.
Oh, I'm finished. ...
I drank the soup of a dead chicken ... In the past, my poor chicken was as cute as a meatball, but now it bit me with "dying unsatisfied", I thought anxiously. There was a voice in my ear: "food poisoning, Ating is going to have an accident" ... I couldn't help shivering, remembering that I went to the hospital after drinking vegetable soup with pesticide residues when I was a child, and now "history repeats itself"? Another voice said, "This time it's a dead chicken. Will you die? " I'm sweating worse, so I'll touch my stomach and forehead to see if there are any symptoms-it seems not. However, my "three souls" drifted away, and I quickly asked my mother for help: "What happened to chicken soup?" Mom just giggled; "Nothing, I killed the chicken before it died, and my mother's bones were swallowed. Isn't my mother fine now? " "But, but ..."
The next morning, A Ting, who had been "dead" once, seemed to feel the sun shining on her ass.
"The daughter who drank the' dead chicken soup' will be late if she doesn't get up!"
I hurriedly picked up a pen and wrote down this worry in my "alarmist" diary.