An'an thought that if those carpenters could make wardrobes, then her father should be able to make one for her and her little goose.

"Where did the gosling come from? If you don't live with the gosling, Dad should be able to make a place for it to sleep by itself."

Lu Yang took a towel and wiped her little hands clean, looking at her furrowed brows with obvious affection.

He felt that whether he put the gosling on the kang (a heated brick bed) or the two of them slept outside together, Song Qing wouldn't stand idly by, so he had to dissuade his daughter from that idea.

"Alright then." She sighed, then became happy again. "It's my third aunt. Her goose is going to hatch goslings."

Who is Third Aunt? Lu Yang was starting to doubt his own memory. He had only been gone for a day, so when did a Third Aunt suddenly appear?

"Come and eat." An'an used to sulk with Lu Yang, but today she's clinging to him.

Actually, An'an felt a little awkward around Lu Yang. Before, when she was in Xin'an, she would imagine her own father when she saw other people's fathers.

When they finally met, she didn't want to express how much she missed him.

However, Lu Yang went to work today, and An An had long forgotten about her past disagreements with him. The father and daughter, who met again after only one day, reached a new level of affection.

The two held hands and chatted for a long time in front of the sink. Only when they heard Song Qing's words did they realize what was happening. Lu Yang quickly carried An An to the dining table and went to help Song Qing serve the dishes.

Today they cooked yesterday's catfish stew with tofu, a twice-cooked pork stir-fried with pickled vegetables, and a plate of stir-fried potato slices.

The pickled vegetables were given by Aunt Tian. When Song Qing and the others returned, they were carrying Aunt Tian's bowl. Several people who saw her return on the way were curious and gathered around to see what was in the bowl.

"Is this pickled vegetable? I can tell you came back from outside. Where did you buy this pickled vegetable?"

Aunt Tian pickled a large vat of vegetables in the fall, and now it's almost all gone, with only the larger carrots and cucumbers left at the bottom. She gave Song Qing a big bowl of it.

These cucumbers look incredibly flavorful, making my mouth water, especially for those who can only afford to buy radishes and potatoes at the market.

These days without meat are hard to bear, and these days without vegetables are not good either. They're almost getting sick of eating radishes and potatoes. Just looking at cucumbers makes their mouths water.

“My third aunt lives in Yanghe Village nearby, and she asked me to bring some back to eat.”

Song Qing didn't want to hide her relationship with Aunt Tian. In the future, if she needed to exchange things in the village, it would be much more convenient to have Aunt Tian, ​​her third aunt, around.

"Oh, Xiao Song, you're so lucky! We're completely unfamiliar with this place and don't know anything, yet you have someone to help us."

“My third aunt knew we were late and hadn’t had time to prepare anything, so she told me to take the food back and eat it.”

Some people wanted to buy some from Song Qing, but she pretended not to understand and went back to cook. She had only been there a few days and didn't want to cause too much trouble.

Lu Yang nodded after hearing her finish speaking. It was better to be cautious. Most of the people who had just arrived were only superficial acquaintances, and there was no need to take the risk for them.

However, he was still very shocked. The country is so big, and they actually met his mother-in-law's distant relatives in the Northeast, a place where they knew no one.

"Aunt Tian knows you haven't been home for lunch these past few days, so she invited us to her house tomorrow. She also makes our soybean paste for us."

"Shouldn't we bring her a gift?"

Lu Yang has been scheduled to stay home for lunch these past few days, so it's good that they can go out and play with Aunt Tian.

“I’ll give her a smoked fish that my mom sent over. Aunt Tian’s youngest son is in junior high school. I have a fountain pen that I was awarded at a previous gala. It’s still very new. I’ll give it to him then.”

An'an was drinking soup from her bowl. Although the catfish had few bones, Lu Yang still picked them out for her.

"Mom, are we going to Auntie's house for dinner tomorrow?"

She was still thinking about Liu's family's sour soup noodles. Song Qing really admired the child's shamelessness. Anyway, she couldn't very well take An'an to knock on Liu's door and say, "I want to eat your family's sour soup noodles."

Unexpectedly, after I brushed her off a few times, she couldn't forget this sour soup.

Aunt Tian slapped her thigh when she heard this. How could such a common food make the child so fond of it? Doesn't this make her, the third aunt, look bad?

She insisted that Song Qing must have lunch at her house tomorrow, as she wanted to make sour soup noodles for An'an.

"Yes, yes, we'll go eat there tomorrow."

"Will the goose give birth to its chicks tomorrow? I want to bring it home quickly, Dad. You need to make a nest for it soon."

Lu Yang nodded. Although he didn't know how to use those woodworking tools yet, it should be easy to make a small box with planks and nails. He could just put straw inside and that would be enough.

"Geese need to lay eggs, and then it takes a month for the goslings to hatch."

"Oh, it will take so long. Then take it back and I will incubate it. I will hatch it."

She kept chattering away to Song Qing, forgetting to eat her rice. Song Qing reminded her a few times, but she only managed a couple of bites before stopping to talk again.

Lu Yang simply took the soup spoon from her hand and fed her while answering, "Only mother geese can hatch goslings. We can wait for it to grow up and bring it home to raise."

"Okay then." Her mood dipped for a second or two, but then she excitedly started discussing with Lu Yang where to put the gosling at home.

Song Qing frowned as she looked at the father and daughter. An'an didn't eat, but after swallowing, she would tilt her head and refuse Lu Yang's feeding. She would talk to him for a long time before eating another spoonful.

"She can feed herself."

If she remembered correctly, An'an started learning to eat with a spoon when she was a little over one year old, and by the time she was a little over two years old, she no longer needed to be fed.

"It's okay, I can feed her while I'm at it, otherwise the food will get cold."

So you knew the food would get cold. It's hard to cultivate good habits in children. Song Qing didn't want Lu Yang to ruin An'an's good habit.

He might have acted on a whim, but if the child stops eating and needs to be fed all the time, it will be a huge hassle. Besides, we might have to correct her habits later.

Song Qing frowned again, and Lu Yang noticed and quickly gave An An a look. She immediately took the spoon and ate several mouthfuls herself.

I'm so angry I could laugh. How can there be such a clever and cunning child?

While she was still engrossed in eating, Song Qing walked to the cupboard, took out an egg, and placed it in front of Lu Yang. "This is your egg from this morning. We don't have the habit of eating alone in our family."

The family isn't so poor they can't afford food, so why did he save the eggs? When she was raising the child alone, although she intentionally saved the good things for An'an, they usually ate together.

The child will not take it for granted that the good things in the house belong to her, nor will she feel burdened by it.

Lu Yang looked into her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "Okay."