He hurriedly tried to mediate, but the two men complained to him one by one.

He understood what happened from the conversation and said to his mother helplessly: "Mom, Yan'er can eat whatever she wants. She can't eat what you make, and you can't force her to eat."

The old woman said confidently: "I am doing this for her own good, right? I want her to eat better."

Deng Yan felt cold in her heart. Her mother-in-law was just pretending in front of her husband. In fact, these foods were just for the purpose of producing milk so that she could feed the baby.

It was the same at other times. When her husband was around, her mother-in-law's attitude was better. She would always ask her what she wanted to eat and cook it for her. But every time she answered, her mother-in-law would not buy it and cook it. When her husband was not around, her mother-in-law would always be cold.

At first, Deng Yan also thought of her mother-in-law as her own mother. When they first met, her mother-in-law was very nice to her. But after marriage, her mother-in-law changed so much that she just treated her as her mother-in-law.

"Mom, you mean well, we all know that. You must be tired, go back and rest for a while, I'll stay here with Yan'er." Zhang Tian couldn't blame his mother in person, so he could only persuade her to leave.

When the old woman heard this, she asked, "You want to stay here with me? What's the matter? Aren't you going to work this afternoon?"

"I asked for leave from my boss."

The old woman said with a distressed look on her face: "Oh, your mortgage is so heavy, how much money will be deducted for taking leave? Go back to work quickly, and Mom will stay here with Yan'er. Yan'er, don't you think so? Tian'er is a man, and he still has to make money."

Deng Yan thought about the 20,000 yuan monthly mortgage and the newborn baby, so she could only face the reality and nodded, "Brother Tian, ​​you go to work. It's okay to have mom here with me. Come over to see me and the baby after work."

Zhang Tian actually didn't ask for leave. Seeing that his wife asked him to go to work, he nodded and said, "I'll stay with you in the hospital for a while. I won't go to work until 2 pm. It's okay for me to go to the company late."

He took the bowl of porridge from her hand and said, "I'll feed you."

The old woman snatched the bowl of porridge away and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it. A man's hands are used to make money, not to serve others."

Deng Yan felt inexplicably irritated when she saw this scene, just like before when she said her mother-in-law would let her cook, or when she asked her husband to cook, her mother-in-law would immediately stand up and stop her, saying that men should not enter the kitchen.

She tilted her head to look at her biological mother, and said weakly: "I don't want to drink porridge for the time being, Mom, I'll drink some soup."

The old woman just put the bowl of porridge on the small table. Since the mother was here, she was not willing to serve her.

"Tian'er, go check on the baby. The baby was born early in the morning, and you didn't even have time to take a closer look before you went to work."

The old woman took her son and went to look after the child.

Deng Yan felt even more upset. She held the loofah soup in her hand, picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of soup with a dazed look in her eyes.

Hmm? The taste of this loofah soup seems to be different from what she usually eats. The light sweet taste whetted her appetite.

The feeling of loss in her heart was replaced by the freshness of the food. She scooped up the loofah and egg and ate them in one bite. They tasted so fresh and tender.

"Mom, did you add anything else to the loofah soup? And the porridge as well?"

Granny Deng waved her hand: "No, I didn't. I just added some salt to the soup for seasoning."

"That's really strange. I feel that the loofah soup and porridge taste especially good, better than what I usually cook myself." Deng Yan suddenly smiled bitterly, "Maybe I'm too hungry. Everything I eat tastes delicious now."

Granny Deng picked up the bowl of porridge on the table beside her and said, "If you think it tastes good, then eat more. Mom will make it for you in the evening."

Deng Yan nodded, continued to drink the porridge, and then had a bite of loofah and egg.

They were clearly the lightest flavors, but the more she ate, the more delicious they became.

After Deng Yan finished her meal, she looked better and had more strength.

The anesthetic had worn off and the episiotomy wound underneath had been aching slightly, but now that I wasn't moving it didn't hurt at all.

She looked at her mother-in-law and husband who were still playing with the child, and then looked at her mother: "Mom, you haven't even looked at the child since you came here, you should go and take a look too."

Granny Deng saw that her daughter's complexion had recovered a little. She brushed the hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ears. She whispered, "Baby, someone is watching over you now. I can take care of you. You can't be left alone here. In my eyes, you are my only child."

Deng Yan's eyes were filled with tears.

"Don't cry, Yan'er, just lie down and have a good rest." Granny Deng rolled the bed down and let her daughter lie flat and have a good rest.

After her daughter fell asleep, Grandma Deng took the bus home with her insulated lunch box.

She sent a message to her sisters who danced square dance with her, asking if there were any leftover dishes from the boss's house so that they could share some with her.

Granny Deng now understood.

Yan'er's father was a live-in son-in-law who died early of cancer. She raised Yan'er alone and worked as a civil servant all her life, with a stable income and a high pension. But in order to pay the couple's mortgage, she lived a frugal life, after all, houses in Kyoto were too expensive.

She saved so much money to pay off the mortgage for the young couple, but that old woman didn't spend a penny. She even boasted everywhere that her son married a Kyoto woman and even bought a house in Kyoto.

Instead of saving her retirement salary for the young couple to pay off their mortgage, it would be better for her to save it for herself and her daughter.

There was no other way, Grandma Deng could only take out some rice and exchange it for vegetables, and only then did a few old women agree to come out and exchange them for vegetables.

There happened to be an old woman who also won the prize and chose eggs, so I gave her four eggs in exchange for a few ounces of rice.

Another gave her some lettuce and spinach.

Granny Deng cooked some soft rice, and used the vegetables she exchanged for to make a big bowl of egg custard and stir-fried lettuce and spinach.

I quickly put the food into an insulated lunch box while it was still hot, and rushed to the hospital with the lunch box.

She did not stop for the whole trip, and it was already past five in the afternoon when she arrived at the hospital.

As soon as she entered the door, she didn't even see the shadow of the old woman. She put down the insulated lunch box and asked her daughter, "Where is the old woman?"

Deng Yan smiled bitterly, "I didn't see her when I woke up. I called her and she was playing mahjong in the mahjong parlor."

"Outrageous, too outrageous!" Granny Deng's face turned blue with anger. Thinking that her daughter's meal was more important, she opened the lunch box and said, "Eat it while it's hot. This is the food that Mom asked others to share."

"Even dishes?" Deng Yan smelled the aroma of vegetables as soon as she opened the lunch box. She didn't know why she felt like vomiting when she saw greasy food, but these light meals were very much to her taste.

Granny Deng explained, "This is rice from the Fuwang Farm. It costs 200 yuan per pound. Many of my mom's friends bought it before, saying it's good for the body. I couldn't bear to buy it, so I didn't buy it. The boss held a lottery for this rice, and I won it for free."

Deng Yan also knew about this farm, but she felt that the price was too expensive and it was totally beyond her reach, so every time she saw the hot news, she would just take a look.

Unexpectedly, she got to taste the food from Fuwang Farm.

Granny Deng held out the egg custard and said, "Try it. These eggs are from that farm too. They say they are eggs laid by chickens that only eat grains and no feed. There are no hormone residues either."

Deng Yan opened her mouth and took a bite. Her mother fed her very gently, unlike the time during her pregnancy when she was lying in bed in discomfort and her mother-in-law would always hurt her teeth when she fed her with a porcelain spoon.

After taking a mouthful of the egg custard, it did not have the expected fishy smell of egg. Instead, it was very delicious, the kind that you could not help but savor it between your lips and teeth once you put it in your mouth.

She seemed to be back to her childhood when she was sick and her mother was feeding her. She opened her mouth and said coquettishly, "Mom, I want to eat more."

Granny Deng's nose felt sore, and she fed her daughter another mouthful of egg custard. Seeing her daughter chewing with big mouthfuls, she looked so hungry that she couldn't help but think of that dead old woman who actually went to play mahjong. She was angry and touched her daughter's head with heartache, "Don't worry, eat slowly, I also prepared rice for you, and cooked it very soft. You have a weak stomach after giving birth, so you have to eat these soft rice or porridge and light dishes. After a few days, when you are better, I will find a few old hens to nourish your body."

Deng Yan nodded and said in a muffled voice: "Well, it's great to have a mother."

In the past, she always felt regretful that others had fathers, but she didn't. But when she grew up, she no longer felt regretful, because the love her mother gave her was enough, more than the love of two people. -As the rice sent by Fuwang Farm gradually arrived in the hands of customers.

Some people couldn't wait to cook the rice at noon on the same day they got it. After eating, they started to worry about what to do after finishing the two kilograms of rice. The rice from the boss's house tasted really, really delicious.

In the past, people had the impression that only the round and plump Northeastern rice could be cooked with such a rich aroma.

But the rice grown in the boss's house is the kind of long rice, which actually has a very light rice aroma when cooked. It has a different aroma from Northeast rice, and the taste is also different, each has its own merits.

But the rice from the boss's house tastes really delicious. If you only eat white rice without any vegetables, the rice has a delicious sweet taste when you chew it in your mouth.

The packaged rice we usually buy at home tastes like normal rice, but after eating the boss’s rice, the rich people really don’t want to eat those ordinary packaged rice anymore.

After all, they can buy vegetables at 200 yuan per pound, so even if rice costs 200 yuan per pound, they can afford it. 200 yuan per pound of rice a day, that's 6,000 yuan a month.

A random bag can cost a million, who would feel bad about spending six thousand?

What's more, the boss's main focus is ecological planting. Her vegetables are so good, the quality of the rice must be good. White rice should be eaten at every meal, and it will definitely not be harmful to the body if eaten for a long time.

Nowadays, the metal content in rice-growing land in many places exceeds the standard. The incident of cadmium exceeding the standard in rice caused a lot of controversy. Eating the boss's rice saves the trouble of picking rice in the supermarket.

Rich people are very cautious. Some of their prize money was redeemed for rice and some was sent to testing agencies to check the quality of the rice.

Money talks, and the test results came out in a few hours.

A wealthy woman posted the test results directly in the group, "The boss said that their products are organic, it turns out they are not cheating, even the free rice is good stuff."

Some people didn't understand, so they tagged Rich Woman and asked what it meant.

The rich woman said, "It's good stuff. It's rich in nutrients and has no pesticide or heavy metal residues. It's good rice that you can eat with confidence."

The group became even more excited, and everyone tagged the boss for rice.

Boss, please stop giving it away and start selling it!

(End of this chapter)