Song Nanting sighed, "Most of the time, it's women who make things difficult for other women. They want their daughters or daughters-in-law to go through the same hardships they've gone through, so they can feel better."

"I'm lucky to have such a good mother-in-law." Niu Huihui raised her eyes to look at the smoke outside. Aunt Song was cooking there.

Song Nanting nodded, "Indeed, I am lucky to have such a good godmother."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The lunch was a sumptuous one. Aunt Song fried all the meat, half of it with Chinese cabbage, which was refreshing. She fried the other half with a few peppers and onions and placed it in front of Song Nanting.

Niu Huihui could only look at it with envy, "It's a pity that I can't eat it now."

There are many taboos when breastfeeding. The child is still young, and Niu Huihui doesn’t dare to feed him freely yet.

After lunch, Song Nanting prepared to go back to the land. Aunt Song told her, "Don't plant the seeds this afternoon. I'll go with you tomorrow."

Song Nanting agreed and went back to level the ground, breaking up the large clods of earth and leveling the uneven areas.

The same is true outside.

While he was busy, someone from the Zhao family came out. Zhao Daqiang was scratched on the face by someone, leaving a big bloody mark.

Fortunately, no war broke out in the Zhao family again. There is no doubt that Aunt Lan won the battle.

While a man goes to the company to find some peace and quiet, his wife and children at home continue to suffer.

Shaking her head, Song Nanting carried the tools back, cleaned up other places, then locked the door and left.

As soon as I left the yard, I saw someone coming from a distance.

"Song Nanting, I finally found you."