She scooped the cooked brown rice from the pot into a large bowl, washed the pot, and cooked two more bowls of rice. After the two bowls of rice were cooked, there were about four bowls in total, just enough for the second brother to eat in one meal.
Xiao Yuchuan stood at the kitchen doorway, watching her. "Wife, this is the first time you're cooking at home, just for the second brother..."
Feeling a little sour in his heart, he sniffed, laughed at himself, "What times are these, and I'm getting jealous." He looked at her sympathetically, "Wife, how did you become deaf? Poor thing... you were mute already, and now you're deaf too..."
She squatted in front of the stove, lighting the firewood, then stood up and looked at Xiao Yuchuan blocking the doorway. Over the past several days, perhaps because the petty cat was young and healed quickly, his body and face were no longer swollen even without medication. His face had returned to its original handsome appearance.
