C1 (1/2)

Xia Xiaochan was still in a daze, and her sharp voice rang in her ears. ”Stupid girl, you lazy bastard, you can make fertilizer out of chicken poop, you can sell your eggs for money, you can kill them at the end of the year, and you can even eat a meal. You're a poor, dead girl, you need to pay for your dowry when you grow up, but you know how to sleep every day, you can't raise anyone but a brothel.” ”

Xia Xiaochan shuddered and slowly opened her eyes.

After a moment of confusion, she looked around. Looking at the dusty spiderwebs hanging on the wall, Xia Xiaochan couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded.

At this time, the cursing voice rang out again, ”Xia Xiaochan, why aren't you getting up to cook for me? Do you really need me to serve you? ”

Xia Xiaochan was alarmed and subconsciously flipped over and got up from the bed.

This Voice... If she remembered correctly, that should be her birth mother, Lady Faang's voice, right? As for what Lady Faang said about serving her with a big stick, Lady Faang liked to use the firewood stick that was as thick as her wrist to greet her. As for what Lady Faang said about serving her with a big stick, Lady Faang liked to use the firewood stick that was as thick as her wrist to greet her body.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiaochan subconsciously looked towards the other side of her bed. There was no one else but herself on this small bed.

Xia Xiaochan subconsciously asked, ”Mom, where's Sister Xiaohong?”

Lady Faang was surprised for a moment, then said angrily, ”You damned bitch, didn't Xiaohong get married last year?” Are you possessed? Why aren't you getting up and cooking? ”Don't tell me that you need me to dump your feces before your brain can be sane!”

Seeing that she was not in a good situation, Xia Xiaochan immediately ran towards the kitchen in her memory.

After she ran over, there were still curses coming from behind her.

This was her mother, a middle-aged woman who had become mean and vicious because of her poverty.

After Xia Xiaochan entered Xia Family's kitchen, she immediately started lighting a fire and cooking food, as if she was familiar with the route.

To put it bluntly, the kitchen of Xia Family was filled with firewood all around, and was made into a thatched cottage with a stove. The rice used for Xia Family to cook was brown rice used by large families to feed their animals, although it was brown rice, but because Xia Family had a large population, it was also used to conserve food.

Xia Xiaochan was used to doing these kinds of things. She raised the fire on one side and took some good wood to drive the fire on the other. Then, she started to wash the pot, the vegetables and the rice on the other side.

Xia Xiaochan still felt a sense of absent-mindedness when she was doing all of this.

She was back, she, Xia Xiaochan, was back.

Xia Xiaochan thought of her past life and a flash of fierceness appeared on her face. She paused for a moment to wash the vegetables before calming down in the next moment.

At this moment, Xia Xiaochan had her eyes downcast and her expression calm. She looked no different from the usual Xia Xiaochan. However, there was something different about her downcast and pleasing to the eye.