Drinking soy milk in the morning and eating white rice in the evening, the eldest daughter-in-law's family lives such a wonderful life.

No, it's not time for the team to distribute grain yet, so where would the eldest daughter-in-law's family get white rice?

Upon closer reflection, it must have been the food coupons that Song Darong gave her!

Back then, she asked Song Darong for grain coupons, meat coupons, and cloth coupons, but he wouldn't give them to her; he only gave her money.

But these days, money alone isn't enough; you need ration coupons to buy many things.

It turns out he was secretly saving it all for his wife.

She raised him all these years, and now he doesn't even share good things with his old mother.

Thinking this way, Old Lady Song felt it was only natural to eat it, and even thought that Fang Jie and the children were getting a good deal.

Song Fanxing saw her grandmother's expression. The old woman's mouth was crooked, and her whole face was old and ugly. At this moment, her facial expressions were quite rich, probably because she was up to no good again.

She was so annoyed; she really didn't want to waste her spiritual spring water.

After she finished eating, Song Fanxing still reluctantly served her half a bowl of spiritual spring water.

After cleaning up her mother-in-law's house, Fang Jie took out the fabric she had bought earlier to make clothes for the children.

Without her saying anything, Song Fanxing saw her take out the cloth and immediately conjured up two baskets of white cotton.

Fang Jie happily picked up the snow-white cotton; it was light and soft, and she thought it would be very warm to make a cotton-padded coat.

Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua marveled at how the divine uncle's gifts were becoming increasingly abundant, even including cotton.

Song Yaohua ran to the door, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed three times to the dark night sky outside.

Fang Jie was startled. "Silly son, what are you doing?"

Song Yaohua: "I am kowtowing to the God of God to thank him for taking care of our family and enabling us to live a good life."

Song Fanxing: ……

Fang Jie glanced at her adorable daughter, unsure of what to say.

Little did her foolish son know that there was no such thing as a divine uncle; their family's current good life was all thanks to his sister.

However, the fewer people who know about their daughter's situation, the less danger she will be in.

She didn't say anything and let Song Yaohua do as he pleased.

With a kerosene lamp lit in the house, Fang Jie took out a piece of red fabric, intending to make a red jacket for her daughter first.

Song Fanxing felt a warmth in her heart when she learned that Fang Jie was making her cotton-padded coat.

Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua would certainly not compete with their younger sister. Even if their mother only made it for their sister, they would not have any objections.

They love their younger sister too, and they want to save the best things for her.

The next day, Fang Jie carried a basket on her back and went up the mountain to collect firewood.

The weather has started to change recently, and winter is coming soon. She needs to prepare more firewood so that the children can stay warm and cozy this winter and not get cold.

Song Fanxing didn't go because her brothers were at school and she had to deliver food to her grandmother.

However, she made up her mind that once Fang Jie finished gathering firewood, she would fill the other wall with it. She still had a lot of firewood in her storage space, but she was afraid that her house wouldn't have enough room to store it, so she didn't dare to take it out.

When Fang Jie piled the firewood she had collected against another wall, her daughter offered to help her by handing it to her.

Then she experienced firsthand how the firewood could never be piled up completely, and that the firewood at the end wasn't something she had collected at all.

Finally, a whole wall of firewood was piled up.

Fang Jie thought that they wouldn't have to suffer from the cold in winter.

Next, she will spend more time making clothes for the children.

As the weather turned colder, my daughter wore her old clothes from previous years. This year, she had grown quite a bit taller, and her sleeves and pants were too short.

The eggs in the Spirit Spring Space have accumulated to six large baskets.

Song Fanxing said, "Mom, let's go sell eggs tomorrow, and also sell some mountain products."

Fang Jie was naturally eager to make money.

That evening, Fang Jie ground a small bag of flour in the dark, intending to make radish pancakes for the children the next morning.

Upon hearing this, Song Fanxing cheered happily, "That's great!"

In her past life, she also loved eating these kinds of pasta dishes. There was a small shop outside her neighborhood that specialized in making all kinds of pies, run by a couple who had been there for many years. Their pies were delicious, and she frequented the shop often.

Fang Jie smiled and said, "Xingxing, what else would you like to eat? Tell Mommy, and Mommy will make it for you."

Song Fanxing said shyly, "Mom, you've worked so hard. I'll eat anything you make."

"Silly girl, Mom is happy to cook delicious food for you. Seeing you eat the food Mom makes makes Mom happy. And Mom doesn't feel tired at all."

Song Fanxing was very touched. It's so good to have a mother!

"Mom, I want to eat hand-pulled noodles again."

Fang Jie laughed, "Okay, Mom is very good at making hand-pulled noodles. We'll arrange it the day after tomorrow, and we'll have meat pies first tomorrow."

The main reason is that pies are easy to carry.

When going to the county town to sell eggs, you need to bring some food to tide you over.

Song Fanxing smiled and nodded.

"good."

The next morning, Fang Jie got up before dawn to knead the dough. She put half of the flour in hot water and the other half in room temperature water, then let the dough rest.

Next, we'll make the shredded radish filling.

Wash the radish and cut it into shreds. Sprinkle with salt to draw out the moisture. Add some chopped scallions and a small spoonful of chili powder. Pour some hot oil over it.

Finally, mix the shredded radish well.

Once the filling was ready, she started wrapping the dumplings.

She greased the large iron pot with a layer of oil; now that there were plenty of soybeans at home, she was willing to use more oil.

Radish pancakes need to be fried in plenty of oil to make them fragrant.

Song Fanxing was once again drawn in by the aroma.

She rubbed her eyes and went to the kitchen. "Mom, are the radish pancakes ready?"

"It'll be ready soon, go wash your face and brush your teeth."

"Okay, Mom."

Fang Jie was making pancakes, feeling very happy. These ordinary and warm days were so wonderful.

I made a total of twenty pancakes, filling a whole basin.

The food was served, and the family sat around the kang (a heated brick bed), each taking a pie and eating it.

"tasty!"

Song Fanxing couldn't help but praise it, saying it was even better than the food made by the couple outside her neighborhood.

The crust is crispy and juicy, while the filling is soft, tender, sweet, and slightly spicy.

It's so delicious it makes you want to cry.

Song Fanxing thought, this must be the taste of her mother's cooking.

Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua didn't say a word; they just ate like crazy.

The pies were big, and the two brothers each ate three, Fang Jie ate two, and Song Fanxing ate one.

After breakfast, Song Yaohui cleaned up the dishes, Song Yaohua fed the pigs and chickens, and Fang Jie and Song Fanxing went to deliver food to Grandma Song.

Now, as soon as Grandma Song opens her eyes, she tries to guess what delicious food her eldest daughter-in-law will bring her today.

Sure enough, her eldest daughter-in-law brought her a new treat today: shredded radish pancakes. She raved about how delicious they were.

After the family matters were resolved, Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua went to school, while Fang Jie took her daughter to the city.

When they haven't come for a while, their eggs are snapped up as soon as they come out, and people buy them in batches of 30 or 50, and a basket sells out in no time.

The egg vendor next to him looked pale and sickly.

The mother and daughter have arrived; they're closing up shop late today.

Whenever this mother and daughter's eggs arrive, they always manage to sell until the very end.