Eating Rice

Ma Jiacai swept his gaze across the courtyard and asked curiously, “Uncle, where’s our meal?”

Old Man Jian pointed at the bucket of rice. “There, isn’t that it?”

Not to mention Ma Jiacai, the workers behind him were all shocked and could not even speak properly. “This, this, this, this is our meal!?”

“That’s right, is there a problem with this?”

This was too problematic! Who would give their workers cooked rice?

Miss Qingqing’s family were all great benefactors!

They would definitely do their best to help the Jian Family build a house and pray for them in their hearts every day.

One of the workers seemed to be in a dream. He unconsciously muttered, “This, this is too good...”

Old Man Jian said proudly, “What’s the big deal? Our Qingqing said that we have to let you eat your fill before you have the strength to work. Moreover, we are not landlords who will bully others. How can we let you eat coarse grains when we can eat good food?!”

In fact, Old Man Jian’s heart was bleeding. How much food did 20 people have to eat in a day! He originally wanted to say that the family should feed the workers with course grains, but Big Sister would not let him!

Forget it, forget it. Anyway, Big Sister was the one who earned the money, so she could do whatever she wanted!

Therefore, even though his heart was bleeding, Old Man Jian still put on an expression of ‘I feel sorry for you guys for working so hard’.

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As expected, when they heard this, the workers were extremely grateful, and they kept on praising Jian Qingqing.

They said that Miss Qingqing was a bodhisattva who had descended to the mortal world, that she was beautiful and kind-hearted, and that she was the most kind-hearted person in all the villages.

Jian Qingqing was extremely helpless when she heard this. She interrupted their compliments, “Alright, alright, let’s eat! Eat as much as you want. There’s chicken soup and chicken meat in that bucket. You can eat it yourself.”

Although the workers had not eaten anything delicious for a long, long time, they did not sweep the food like wolves. Instead, they ate very little. At most, they sipped on some chicken soup, and not many people ate meat.

Jian Qingqing comforted them, “You guys should eat. It’s okay. We made it for you to eat. If you don’t eat, we won’t be able to finish it.”

“Yes, yes, yes. We’re all eating. Miss Qingqing, you eat well. Don’t mind us.”

Even though they said this, they still ate the rice in small bites and did not pick up any more food.

One of the villagers suddenly burst into tears as he ate the rice.

Jian Qingqing was shocked. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Ma Jiacai also quickly asked, “Yes, Xiao Liu, what’s wrong with you?”

The man called Xiao Liu continue to cry and did not speak.

Jian Qingqing picked up a piece of chicken and placed it into his bowl. She comforted him, “Eat, it’s okay. Everything will pass.”

When Xiao Liu heard this, he finally raised his head. He sobbed and said, “I, I just thought of my mother. My mother starved to death in order to leave food for me to eat. Before she left, her biggest wish was to eat a mouthful of warm rice. I was useless and couldn’t find it for her.”

Hearing Xiao Liu say this, the other workers’ eyes also reddened. Each of their families had more or less died because of the drought. Some of them were even left alone in their homes. Many of them had saved food for them to eat so that they could survive. Therefore, Xiao Liu’s words resonated with them.

One of the workers said hesitantly, “Miss Qingqing, I... Can I save my food for my wife? She hasn’t eaten rice for a long time.”