Chapter 2

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The family of three had lunch together. It was said that it was lunch. In fact, it was just a pot of water and whole-grain porridge, with more water and less rice, with some dried yam, and the side dish was a plate of pickled vegetables.

Li Mo couldn't swallow it. She could clearly feel the sensation of thick stubble scratching her throat. The snow vegetable was also a ball of pickles; she could only swallow it slowly without any oil.

Li Mo looked at Song Dashan, who was sitting next to her. Song Dashan ate quickly. As if he was eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea. Even the little bun on the opposite side took his own spoon, scooping the porridge one by one, carefully and conscientiously. Xiaobao chewed and swallowed the food, eating very seriously, seemingly satisfied.

It seems that this family is indeed poor. With their situation, Song Dashan could still spend two taels of silver to buy herself. Maybe the two taels of silver were the only money they had. If she didn't transmigrate to this body and the original owner left, Song Dashan's loss would be a lot.

Li Mo didn't eat the tasteless porridge. First, she couldn't eat it, and second, she had no appetite.

Song Dashan saw that she didn't eat much. He frowned, "You don't want to eat it? There is still in the pot. "

Xiaobao also looked over curiously because of this.

Li Mo shook her head, "I'm full. You should continue to eat. "

Song Dashan glanced at Li Mo for a moment, nodded, and continued to eat.

Watching his father continue eating, Xiao Baozi lowered his head and picked up the small spoon to scoop it up.

Lunch was finished quickly. Li Mo thought that she would live in this family, and she had to integrate into this family, and she stood up and picked up the dishes.
Song Dashan stopped her, "You are still sick. Go back and lie down and take a rest. I'll take care of it. "

Li Mo shook her head and continued to clean up, "I am almost fine now, and I don't feel any discomfort. I can do these tasks. Let me clean it up. "

Seeing her resolutely, Song Dashan no longer stopped her, but he didn't feel at ease. Song Dashan followed Li Mo into the kitchen。

This is the first time Li Mo has seen such a kitchen. The kitchen is not big. A large stove platform is built against a wall. 

There are two large pots on the stove and tiny pots in the middle. There are many branches, firewood, and hay on the stovetop, which should be used to burn the fire.

Next to the stove, a wooden cabinet was so dark that the original color could not be seen. One foot was gone, and it was padded with stones. Next to the cabinet is a large tank of water.

Li Mo understood the things in the kitchen roughly. She put the bowls and chopsticks in her hands into the pot. 

Li Mo picked up the water scoop made of the gourd on the tank's lid, scooped out water from the water tank, put it in the pot, and then placed it back on the lid. Li Mo found a rag on the top of the lid and brushed up the bowl.

Although Li Mo didn't do much housework in her previous life, and everything was done by an aunt, she still knew how to do basic housework, so she knows how to do it.

Seeing her clean up the bowl, although her movements were not swift but looked very serious, Song Dashan was relieved.

When I bought her before, I heard the trader roughly say that her background was a big maid from a great family, and a big maid from a big family in the city, knowing that she was more stylish than the girls in the town, and she was raised in a good environment. 

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