The Man Who Taken My Crown
Putting out the fire
John closed his ears and just sat at the dinner table, showing no interest in the food on the table.
Nirmala took the grilled loach and handed it to John's mouth.
John reached out and struck the roasted loach that Nirmala had handed to the ground.
Seeing this, the grandmother immediately took the roasted loach that fell, blew it, then ate it herself, and asked Nirmala to eat the remaining grilled loach.
“If you don't want to eat, I'll spend it!” Nirmala said in a sweet voice.
John glanced at Nirmala, lowered his head, and said nothing.
After dinner, the grandmother boiled hot water to bathe Nirmala, and asked John to take a bath as well.
John refused, and the grandmother had to take off her clothes and put them in the same wooden basin as Nirmala.
“Wow!” John's face flushed red, covered his “adik”, and cried.
Nirmala sat in the wooden basin, laughing "haha" and continued to pour water on John's body.
"Shame on! How can a boy shower with a girl? Bad granny! Huhuhuhu—neknyan evil!" John shed sad tears, as if he had been persecuted.
Grandma laughed: "Nirmala is only four years old, what's the problem! You two take a bath together, I don't have to bother either!"
“I want to shower myself! I want to shower myself!” John protests with his clenched little fist.
Grandma was forced to bathe Nirmala immediately, and then leave John to bathe there alone.
After the two children took a bath, they climbed into bed, and John took a pillow and set a "border line" with Nirmala.
"This is my territory, you cannot cross the border! Have you heard?" John said dominantly.
Nirmala ignored completely, hugged the tiger head doll her grandmother had stitched up, and sang while lying on the bed.
In the kitchen, my grandmother was busy.
An oil lamp illuminated the grandmother who was busy making bakpaos in the kitchen.
It's breakfast for the two kids tomorrow morning.
Nirmala likes to eat big bakpaos, and John should love it too!
No matter how poor the family is, the grandmother will look for ways to meet the nutrients the two children need.
Next morning.
Nirmala reached out and grabbed the bakpao, opened her small mouth wide, and ate it with a big bite.
John saw the way Nirmala ate, touched her already hungry stomach, he finally stopped resisting, and immediately took the bakpao from the plate, and ate it gently.
Grandma finally smiled with satisfaction when she saw John eating.
After eating, Nirmala drank a small bowl of goat milk and licked it clean.
John refused to drink goat's milk, and when the grandmother went to feed the cattle, Nirmala drank John's goat's milk.
During the day, if no one in the village came looking for a doctor, the grandmother would take Nirmala and John up the mountain to collect medicine.
John climbed the mountain for the first time, and when he returned, he was bitten by insects, his arms and calves itching and swelling.
Grandma smeared herbal medicine for him. After the swelling and the toad were gone, Grandma no longer took John up the mountain, but let John and Nirmala play together at the foot of the mountain, and told them not to run.
At the riverbank at the foot of the mountain, Nirmala took off her shoes and went into the water to catch a fish. John sat on a large rock beside him and played with the little harmonica left by his mother.
The song played by John was very simple, but with the sound of the river gurgling followed, the melody sounded very melodious and touching.
Nirmala lifted a stone to surround the fish in the river, and then caught it.
Normally, he could only catch one or two tails, and today he was lucky to catch four.
After coming out of the water, Nirmala's legs and trousers were wet.
John glanced at Nirmala, and felt that Nirmala was very foolish.
Nirmala ignored John's gaze, took out a knife, salt, match, and bamboo stick from her small back basket, and began to roast the fish.
John looked at Nirmala in disbelief.
Nirmala said proudly, "This is just my snack! Later, grandma will bring me wild fruits!"
John kept the small harmonica, put it in his pocket, jumped to the side of Nirmala, and looked at the roasted fish of Nirmala with curiosity.
He found this to be a lot of fun, like a little children's cooking game in town.
Finished roast, the legs and arms of Nirmala's trousers are also dry.
Nirmala asked John to bring the river water to put out the fire, but John was reluctant and just sat on the stone slab beside him.
“If you do not put out the fire, I will not give you this fish!” Nirmala pursed her lips, and said proudly.