Trial reading: "Mom... There is no rice at home..." Shun'er held the wooden bucket. There were only a few grains of yellow rice left in it. You could tell by looking at it that this bucket of rice had been eaten for a long time. "Cough... Cough, Shun'er, stay up for a few more days and your father will be back. Mom... Go to Aunt Zhao's house to borrow a few buckets first. Liu was leaning on the bed to recuperate. As he said this, he was about to get out of bed. As soon as his feet touched the ground, her body went limp. Shun'er quickly supported her, moved her back to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and adjusted the corner of the quilt, "Mom, you are still sick. If you want to borrow it, it's Shun'er who goes to..."