PFC Chapter 6 One meal cannot be missed
Chapter 6 One meal cannot be missed
Wenwen returned to her seat, and as soon as she opened her eyes, her grandmother held her hand.
"Wen'er is awake?"
"Mm." I didn't dare say anything more.
The younger brother next to her also woke up at this moment, rubbing his eyes and yawning, and called out to Wenwen in a soft voice, "Sister."
Wenwen is a typical little boy enthusiast, unable to control her maternal love: "Little brother is awake, does he need to pee?"
"want."
She quickly led her younger brother to the chamber pot in the corner to relieve himself.
When she got back and sat down, her younger brother asked unexpectedly, "Sister, did you eat a chicken leg? Your breath smells delicious!"
Wenwen has three lines on her forehead: bad things, forgetting that her mouth tastes bad.
Startled, I let out a burp.
A sweet aroma wafted through the air. Grandmother's nostrils twitched, and she glanced at her without saying a word.
Just then, the sixth brother, who was lying not far away, suddenly started crying: "Mom, chicken leg, eat chicken leg, boohoo~ boohoo~ chicken leg..."
“This child is having nightmares…” Auntie San murmured.
"Chunyan, wake him up and soothe him gently..."
"Hey, hey, Jing-ge, wake up, Mom will take you to pee!"
Unexpectedly, the sixth brother woke up quickly, sat up abruptly, spread his hands, looked at them from side to side, and suddenly opened his mouth and burst into tears: "Waaah... Mom, I was eating a chicken leg, why did you wake me up? You gave me my chicken leg, waaah... waaah... I clearly smelled the chicken leg, how come it's gone, waaah~ waaah..."
Wenwen: ...It's her fault
The cries of children could penetrate the walls at night, drawing the reprimands of the jailer.
The jailer lashed his whip against the iron gate: "What are you howling about in the middle of the night? You'll have plenty of time to howl tomorrow. You better behave yourselves..."
After cracking the whip, the jailer walked away cursing.
Now the whole family woke up. They looked at each other in silence, not saying a word.
The cell was quiet until someone's stomach rumbled, and then one after another, the rumbling sound filled the air, one after another.
Hearing these voices, Wenwen felt ashamed for having eaten alone. She mentally considered the snacks in the villa. Which ones would be inconspicuous and filling, and which ones she absolutely couldn't take. As for whether there would be a next meal, she didn't care; she'd eat this first and worry about that later.
Once she made up her mind, Wenwen approached her grandmother and nervously rubbed her hands together: "Grandma, do you trust me?"
Grandmother raised her hand to touch her head, scrutinizing her with her eyes, and after a while, she smiled and said, "Wen'er, the granddaughter of the Wen family, whatever you do, the Wen family will support you, and everyone trusts you."
This trust gave Wenwen a sense of belonging, and a warm current flowed through her body from head to toe, perhaps because her souls were more in sync.
Wenwen racked her brains for anything she could find: whole wheat bread slices, steamed cakes, Maltesers, chocolate, Want Want milk... compressed biscuits... water...
In the darkness, she pulled her grandmother to a corner and whispered her thoughts...
A short while later, Grandmother called softly, "Aying, Jingyi, Chunyan, come here."
Grandmother and mother whispered to each other. After a while, they called all the children to the corner of the wall. The youngest was inside, the older ones were outside, and the mother, second aunt, and third aunt were on the outer perimeter.
The third uncle and third brother next door watched the commotion but didn't ask any questions. They kept a close eye on the movement of the large iron gate and occasionally glanced back in this direction.
Wenwen sat down in the corner, surrounded by the youngest children in the family.
From left to right: my own younger brother (Wen Chengyu), 5 years old, the seventh in his family. My second uncle's fifth brother (Wen Chengmo), 8 years old. My third uncle's sixth brother (Wen Chengjing), 7 years old, and my youngest sister (Wen Qing), 4 years old.
Wenwen lowered her voice and said to the four little ones in front of her, "You must listen carefully to what your sister is about to say. If you don't understand, ask questions quietly. Don't shout or yell. If you understand, nod."
After speaking, she looked at each of them. Her three younger brothers all nodded, but her sixth sister neither nodded nor shook her head. She stared at Wenwen with her beautiful big eyes and gave her a faint smile.
Wenwen: Okay, there's nothing I can do about lolicon. I'll just have to take care of it myself.
Wenwen reached behind her and took out a bag. She opened the bag, took out a few Maltesers, and stuffed them into Radish Head's mouth one by one.
The younger brothers, suddenly fed a delicious treat they had never tasted before, devoured it before they even began to chew, and instantly stared wide-eyed at Wenwen, as if to say, "I want more!"
Then she took out a wet wipe from the bag and wiped their hands one by one, saying, "From now on, remember to wash your hands before eating. If you can, wash them with water; if not, just do it like this. Do you understand?"
The three younger brothers nodded vigorously, and this time the younger sister followed suit.
Wenwen took out small cakes from the bag, tore open the packaging, and handed them out one by one: "Two for each person, eat them by yourselves, no fighting over them, and after you finish eating, wait patiently for your older sister, understand?"
Seeing them nod, he added a special instruction: "Fifth Brother, can you take care of Sixth Sister?"
Goro, who was eating cake, swallowed the cake in his mouth and hurriedly replied quietly, "Third sister, I can sit down." After saying that, he moved next to his sixth sister.
After explaining everything, Wenwen took a bag of food, walked out from the corner, handed it to her grandmother, and tried to keep her voice down.
"Grandmother, Mother, Second Aunt, Third Aunt, Sisters, Fourth Brother, don't ask anything, keep your voices down."
As previously agreed, each of Grandma and the others was given a small cake, a slice of whole-wheat bread, and a small piece of compressed biscuit. Grandma definitely couldn't chew the compressed biscuit, so the bread slice would suffice. There were also several bottles of water. They were instructed to give each person a few sips and return the bottle to her after they finished.
Just as she turned around, she heard a cough coming from her third uncle's direction. Wenwen suppressed a laugh and walked to the fence, lowering her voice: "Third Uncle, Third Brother, don't ask anything, just eat." She then handed each of them a piece of bread and a large piece of compressed biscuit.
She leaned against the railing and ate a piece of bread herself. After finishing, she opened a bottle of water, handed it to her third uncle, and told them to drink it together. She was to give him the bottle back when they were done.
After giving her instructions, she walked back to the corner and saw the little ones waiting quietly for her return, without making a fuss. She liked them even more, thinking, "They're so good. Well-behaved children get rewards."
Even though the children are happy to hear about the reward, they remember not to speak loudly; they just grin from ear to ear.
Wenwen took out a row of Want Want milk drinks, inserted the straws into each one, and handed them to them. After they finished drinking, she put away the packaging. Then she nagged at them, "Now listen to your sister. Tomorrow during the day, whatever I eat, you eat too. No tantrums or tantrums. If you behave well, you'll get something good to eat tonight. Understand?" The little ones nodded.
"If you understand, then lie down and go to sleep. Don't be afraid, your sister is right next to you."
Wenwen sat down against the wall and gently patted her sixth sister to comfort her.
Thinking that the children were small and weak, she was most afraid that they would get sick on the way to exile. As the saying goes, illness enters through the mouth. In order to prevent the children from accidentally falling into a disease, she had to give them a preventative shot in advance.
In the TV dramas Wenwen watched in her previous life, the first to die on the road to exile were usually children. She couldn't let that tragedy happen; she had to make two preparations.
In the darkness, Wenwen racked her brains for a solution in the corner.
Not far away, Wenwen's elders and her older siblings chewed their food while listening intently as she taught her younger siblings.
The elders were both excited and relieved. They had only hoped that the child would be safe and well, but now that it seemed to be going well, the adults could finally put their minds at ease.
The older sisters were both happy and worried. They used to always protect Wenwen, worrying about her getting sick or being bullied. This time, however, the accidental fall had brought her to her senses. Should they still fight back against those vile women from the Luo family when they see them in the future?
Everyone's thoughts, like the flickering flame, danced and hovered above the cell, waiting for the moment of release.