Fang Baogen froze for a moment, forced a fake smile on his face, and asked in a softer tone:
"It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Fang Zhaozhao stared at him with sparkling eyes and asked innocently, "Dad, where did you go with my brother?"
"Dad is carrying my brother to the toilet. Go back to sleep."
Fang Baogen smiled stiffly and coaxed patiently.
Fang Zhaozhao didn't move, but tilted his head: "But, Dad, the person in your arms doesn't look like your brother, right?"
Fang Baogen's expression suddenly changed.
He took a deep breath, not bothering to pretend anymore, and said impatiently:
"You little bitch, don't tell your mom, or I'll make you pay!"
"Dad, as long as you pay for my junior high school education, I promise not to tell anyone."
Fang Zhaozhao looked at Fang Baogen without blinking, with a determined glint in her eyes.
Fang Baogen subconsciously wanted to curse out loud, but then he thought that it would be bad to make too much of a fuss. It would be better to agree to her so that nothing would happen and he wouldn't lose too much money.
He exhaled, forced a smile, and said, "Okay, Dad will pay for your education, and you are not allowed to complain to your mom."
The night passes quietly and dawn is coming.
Fang Baogen loved his son so much that he held the child in his arms and coaxed him every day. Even when he went to the fields, he tied the child to his body, like a woman.
Zhao Tingnu was puzzled: "It's not like I can't take it with me, why are you bothering?"
Of course, it was because Fang Baogen was afraid that Zhao Tingnu would recognize that this child was not the original one.
But the truth cannot be spoken.
Fang Baogen made an excuse: "You are not in good health, you should get more rest. Children like to make trouble. I will give him to you when he is older and more well-behaved."
Since having a son, her husband has been much more considerate to her. Zhao Tingnu feels very happy. After all, having a son is better. A daughter is not enough.
Not only is it a waste of money, but it's also difficult to tame the fish.
Hua Wanchi squatted under the old pomelo tree at the entrance of the village and ate melon.
"Oh my, that's hilarious! Haven't you heard? No one came to claim the son born by the Hua Widow!"
"What did she say at the beginning? She said that as long as she gave birth to a son, she would come to recognize him! What's going on now?"
"It's obvious. Everyone can see this trend. If any man dares to stand up and not be afraid of death, he will probably be drowned in gossip!"
"Hey, now the widow is in a trance. She has to raise another bastard!"
"Hmph, I think her surname is probably Fang. After all, she and her husband's child have the same surname, so we might as well just consider them family!"
"Who knows if he's surnamed Fang? It's hard to say if he's from the village!"
"She's raising a ghost! She can't even abandon the child!"
"Oh, isn't this a sin? You insisted on having a baby, and now you don't want to raise it!"
"She still has some conscience. She's just been thrown to Widow Wu's doorstep!"
A group of aunts and daughters-in-law from the intelligence agency sat together, chatting about the gossip of the villagers.
Hua Wanchi enjoyed eating the melon with gusto. Alas, only she and her grandmother knew the truth. It was a pity that she couldn't say it out loud. It was so painful.
No one would believe it even if I told them. After all, it's such an outrageous thing and there's no evidence, how can anyone believe it?
It is well known that their family and Fang Baogen's family have a bad relationship, and people might even suspect that they are deliberately spreading rumors.
The house has been built, and the next step is to make the furniture.
There are plenty of woods in Hua Wanchi's space. If he wasn't afraid of being conspicuous, there would be nanmu, rosewood, huanghuali, wenge, and anything else you can name.
However, for home use, durability is important, so I chose ordinary elm wood to make some tables, chairs, benches, beds, cabinets, and cupboards.
He also made some bamboo beds and bamboo chairs and asked the little clay figurine to move back home.
Wan Qingliu simply said that he had hired someone to beat him up, and no one investigated further. They had already moved back in, so who would have the urge to ask the carpenter about it?
Therefore, the furniture in the house is also fully arranged.
Then there are bedding. If you have a bed, you need more bedding and quilts.
There is a newlywed couple getting married at home, so we have to use some festive colors and embroider some red flowers and mandarin ducks or something.
There is cloth, cotton, and even silk in the space, so getting some out is no problem.
This time, Wan Qingliu took the materials and asked someone to make it himself. Asking someone to fluff the cotton and make it by hand has a more traditional sense of ritual.
It didn't take much time to prepare all the bedding and new clothes.
By May, everything was ready.
This is the time when spring and summer meet, and the rainy season has not yet arrived. The weather is also good, with sunshine every day, which is perfect for holding a wedding banquet.
"One, two, three, hey!"
"One, two, three, hey!"
"Aunt Wan, what are you doing at home?"
A villager passed by Lao Hua's house and saw the man holding a sledgehammer and smashing it into the stone mortar. He couldn't help but ask a question.
Looking at the white ball being tossed over and over in the mortar, she already understood a little bit.
Wan Qingliu explained with a smile, "Isn't this the wooden daughter-in-law? We're going to welcome her home tomorrow, so we need to pound some glutinous rice cakes and set up the feast tomorrow morning!"
The wooden wife was shocked. Most people were lucky enough to have rice at home, so how could they have glutinous rice to make glutinous rice cakes!
Moreover, as the name suggests, Mochi Mochi is to be coated with sesame powder before eating, which means that Lao Hua’s family still has so many sesame seeds!
Oh my god, this is such a luxury!
"Hey, if you pound it now, it won't go bad tomorrow, right?"
Wan Qingliu said, "Let's pound some for our family first!"
The wooden wife left with a look of shock on her face.
Hua Wanchi squatted beside the stone mortar, watching the white glutinous rice ball being pounded into one piece, no longer distinct grains, and then becoming more and more chewy and sticky. She could also smell a fragrance.
Swish, Hua Wanchi is greedy.
After pounding it, Lao Huatou brought the glutinous rice cake to the table, rolled it into balls, coated it with sesame powder, and sprinkled it with sugar.
The big ball was divided into two small balls, one for Hua Wanchi and one for Xiao Youzi.
Hua Wanchi pinched the soft glutinous rice cake and took a bite. It was soft, sweet, and had the aroma of sesame.
tasty!
She couldn't help but think of the snack that came from a certain ceramic city in later generations - fried dough sticks wrapped in glutinous rice cakes!
She hasn't eaten it yet.
I originally planned to try this local specialty while traveling, but unfortunately it happened so suddenly that I didn’t have the chance anymore.
Tears streamed down Hua Wanchi's lips. After eating the glutinous rice cake, she found Wan Qingliu.
Wan Qingliu pondered for a moment and agreed without hesitation: "Fry the dough sticks, fry them now!"
The family brought out a table and a stove, poured a pot of oil, and while stretching the dough, they pressed down the pot with chopsticks.
Wan Qingliu had learned how to make homemade fried dough sticks from a short video in his previous life, and he also had experience in frying fried dough sticks, so he was quite skilled this time.
With the crackling sound of frying, the noodles inside popped up and turned into crispy long yellow fried dough sticks.
The fried dough sticks were placed on a bowl to drain the oil. Because they smelled so good, everyone couldn't help but eat a few.
After frying, start wrapping glutinous rice cakes!
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