"Mom, hens don't at noon?
Know what happened! "My brother's" Cicada "broke the peace at home. We all heard voices, then left and saw something. It turns out that the hen at home is dying for some reason, and her feet are too swollen to stand up, but it's nothing.
Flap your wings hard. "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! Symptoms are exactly the same as those of hens.
Sample. ""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 didn't know what to do.
What happened.
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 was coming from the kitchen.
Yes 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. Regardless of the willy-nilly, I quickly found a spoon and put it in a big bowl to cool it.
Eat 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. A voice came from my ear: "food poisoning,
Ating is going to have an accident "... I can't help shivering, thinking of drinking vegetable soup with pesticide residues when I was a child and going to the hospital. That encounter, now "history repeats itself"? Another voice said, "This time it's a dead chicken. Will you die? "I sweat more,
Touch your stomach and forehead quickly to see if there are any symptoms-it seems not yet. However, my "three souls" drifted away, and I quickly asked my mother for help: "What happened to chicken soup?" Mom just giggled; "It's okay, chicken?
I'll kill it when I die, and my mother's bones will be 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.