"Mom, is there anything wrong with me stewing chicken to honor you and dad? Okay, I have to hurry back for dinner. You and Dad should enjoy your meal." After saying that, Xu Xiangjuan took the empty bowls and led the two children back home, no matter how her mother scolded her behind her.
The family was finally able to have a meal. When Zhou Chengning ate the chicken, he immediately understood why Gua Gua wanted to eat chicken.
Not to mention chicken, it feels like chicken bones can be eaten as meat. Zhou Chengning ate three pieces and couldn't bear to eat any more meat. He scooped up the thick soup and mixed it with rice. This was definitely the best meal he had ever had in his life.
"Juan, eat some meat, not spicy." He knew that his wife had just given birth to a child and couldn't eat spicy food, so he deliberately told Gua Gua in the kitchen that spicy food would not taste good.
The chicken is not spicy, so my lover should be able to eat it.
Xu Xiangjuan is not like Zhou Chengning, who had a hard life since childhood and became a sickly person who couldn't eat. She is also not like Guagua, who is only three years old and has only eaten meat once at her grandmother's house. She has eaten a lot of delicious food, but she doesn't have a big appetite for stewed chicken. Moreover, she can't eat such strong flavors after giving birth for two months. "I won't eat it. I can't touch spicy food now. You and Guagua eat it, and I'll just eat eggs."
The egg drop soup had no taste, and the two children basically didn't touch it. Xu Xiangjuan finished it all by herself. She didn't eat the dried radish either, as she was still breastfeeding and couldn't eat it. She picked some for the two children to help them relieve the greasiness.
I only took two pieces of the big one and ate it, and didn't even touch the small one.
She is familiar with the pickled radish she made herself. It is slightly sour and goes well with porridge or rice. In her previous life, many neighbors asked her how she pickled it.
She learned other dishes later, but she knew how to pickle radish long ago.
Seeing that the father and daughter were eating with relish, Xu Xiangjuan thought that next time when she cooked meat, she would have to stir-fry a dish so that she wouldn't get tired of eating just meat.
"Guagua, stop eating. If you eat more, there won't be anything to eat tomorrow."
The little girl has a big appetite despite her small size. She didn't know how many pieces of meat she had. The same went for Aning. She didn't eat much herself and just put the meat into her daughter's bowl.
Hearing that there would be no food tomorrow, Gua Gua stopped talking and said, "I still have to eat tomorrow."
"This meat will become more fragrant as time goes by. Tomorrow, mom will steam it over porridge for you. It will taste even better."
For lunch tomorrow, make rice porridge. Put a steamer on the iron pot and put the meat on the steamer to heat it.
Guagua said sweetly, "Good mother."
"If you feed me meat, I'm a good mother, but if I don't feed me meat, I'm a bad mother? You ungrateful little bastard."
Their life was relatively good. There was a vegetable garden behind the yard. After Xu Xiangjuan had given birth and was taking care of the child, she would go to the market in town to sell vegetables when she had some energy. Vegetables were cheap now, and were calculated by cents per pound. It was not much, but it was also an income. Her husband was a teacher in the town and earned 37 yuan a month, which she saved. Before that, she also saved food coupons and oil coupons.
She didn't know what was going on, but the older she got in her previous life, the more likely she was to dream about things from her youth. Even if she didn't dream about them, she remembered them clearly. She even remembered how much the man earned every month and when his salary increased.
When I saw my man when he was young, I didn't feel like I hadn't seen him for many years. It was like I had just sent him to school with his dry food lunch box in the morning, and he came back in the afternoon, and the whole family had dinner together.
Speaking of money, tickets are gradually being used less nowadays, but money is still practical, and when tickets are available, they must be held in her hands.
The man in the family is honest and doesn't hide money. He gives her his pay slip every month and never hides a penny on him. His trouser pockets are always clean after doing laundry.
Unlike Guagua, although she had no money to hide in her pocket, she would hide pebbles, dragonflies and grasshoppers from somewhere in her pocket all day long. She didn't know how many times she had said this. The situation only got better when she was in elementary school.
At this time in her previous life, she made and saved money for the two children, but the money for the children was later used to pay for the man's medicine and hospitalization. In the end, the man passed away when Niu Niu was 13 years old.
Not to mention money, the family was penniless after the man left, and she still had support from her parents. When life got better, she continued to save quilts and washbasins.
I used part of my dowry when I was young, and was thinking that I would save the rest for my daughter’s marriage.
When her husband was ill, everything that could be sold at home was sold. After he passed away, there was no big flowers in the house. She still had the habit of saving a dowry for her daughter. But in the next few years, the young girl was not interested in the things her mother had saved. She kept saying that she could buy them and didn't need to bring them from home, which was troublesome.
Since my daughter doesn’t need it, I won’t save it.
After the adult and the younger one finished their contented dinner, the older one led the younger one to wash the dishes in the kitchen.
He took out some water from the hot water tank to wash his face and feet. Guagua stepped on the foot basin and said, "Dad, oh, it's delicious. I'll eat it from now on."
Worried that her daughter would miss it after eating it this time and cause unrest at home, Zhou Chengning said to her daughter, "Don't ask mom to eat oh oh in the future, okay? You should eat if mom gives you food, but you can't eat if mom doesn't give you food, and you can't ask mom for it. Mom is very tired taking care of your brother now, and oh oh at home has to lay eggs for you and your brother to eat."
Gua Gua: "Oh oh, the eggs are not delicious. Oh oh, they are delicious. Gua Gua and Niu Niu don't eat eggs. They eat Oh oh."
Zhou Chengning once taught his daughter to pronounce "cock", but not "cock-a-doodle-doo". However, his daughter liked to pronounce it, and he did not force her to correct it, and let her recite along with him.
Xu Xiangjuan heard this as soon as she entered the kitchen. "Mom will make you something delicious tomorrow. Go to bed early. Dad has to go to work tomorrow."
Her husband goes out at seven o'clock in the morning and walks for more than half an hour to the high school in town.
There are buses, but they do not depart directly from the village. You have to go out of the village and walk to a special parking area in the town. There is only one round trip a day, leaving for the county town at 8 a.m. and returning to the town at 4 p.m., and they are not allowed to stop in between.
It was as if the bus didn't exist, and there was no bicycle at home, so her husband had to walk by himself.
She didn’t think so before, but later, as transportation became more convenient, Xu Xiangjuan, who used to take the bus for one stop to buy vegetables at the market, now feels that it’s not her husband’s fault that he’s thin because he walks back and forth for nearly two hours every day.
At night, Xu Xiangjuan arranged the positions, "You cover yourself with one quilt, and Guagua sleeps on that side."
The bed in their house is quite big, and her husband is tall and has long legs, so it is better for them to sleep with one quilt. As for Gua Gua, he sleeps at the other end, and Niu Niu is placed between her and her husband.
Guagua is small, and Niu Niu is even smaller. If we put the two small ones in the middle, there won’t be any conflict.
She was the only one in the family who slept opposite her. Gua Gua didn't make a fuss. He just hugged his little pillow and stepped on the quilt and went over.
In order to make it easier for Xu Xiangjuan to take care of the children, Zhou Chengning always slept in the innermost bed. In the past, the family of four shared one quilt, and Xu Xiangjuan thought that the two little kids would not take up much space if they were placed between their father and mother. However, she didn't know that her husband had been catching a cold and after a while he had a high fever. She took him to see a Chinese doctor in the town.
The Chinese doctor gave her several prescriptions of medicine and asked her to boil them and drink them every day. After drinking the medicine every day, the root of the disease was completely established. The medicine prescribed by the Chinese doctor could not cure the high fever at all. But she believed in it very much at that time, and so did the people in the village and town.
At that time, her husband's face was flushed with fever, and she was so heartbroken. She boiled Chinese medicine for several days and kept him warm with a quilt. The fever did go away, but his body was completely weakened, and within a few years, he would bleed when he coughed.
She still remembered that in her previous life, she had a quarrel with Guagua, who was already an adult. Both mother and daughter had stubborn and strong tempers. Guagua said without thinking: "Mom! Dad who listened to you is no longer here. Who are you venting your temper on? I have made money. There is no need for me to listen to you. In a few years, my brother will marry a wife and forget about her. Who will care about you if you meddle in everything?"
Except for the fact that Xu Xiangjuan cried for a few days when her husband left, she never cried again after she became a widow with two children. However, after the quarrel with her daughter and listening to her daughter's true feelings, she was stubborn during the day, but couldn't help crying before going to bed at night.
She has suffered for most of her life. Isn't what her daughter said right? Apart from her own Aning, who else would be willing to let her take care of her? Who else would be willing to care about her?
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Chen Xinyun was a little dazed, wearing a loose sweatshirt that was washed white and even had patches on it, and thin arms and legs without much flesh. She should clearly have a slightly plump figure.
The room was dim even with the windows open, with earthen brick walls, a black ceiling fan, and a flimsy wooden bed...
"Sister! Get up and make lunch. Mom and Dad are working in the fields. I'll bring it to you once you're done!" The dirty little girl, jumping like a mud monkey, ran into the room.
Chen Xinyun looked at the smaller version of her sister and asked, "Mei, how old are you now?"
"Eight years old, what's wrong, sis?"
"You're already eight years old and you're still playing in the fields. If you get covered in mud, be careful or your mother will beat you up!"
"I have a lot of clothes, so I'm not afraid. Sister, if you don't cook, you'll be beaten by mom! If it weren't for that silly boy Fang Rong always looking at you, I wouldn't help you deliver the meal!"
Hearing the name that couldn't be more familiar, Chen Xinyun was startled, "How can you call me a fool? You have to call me brother, do you know that?"
"Didn't you call me silly boy? Oh no! Never mind, if you don't cook, I'm going to go play with Xiao Hong!"
Chen Anmei was 8 years old, that was 25 years ago, 25 years ago when Fang Rong was still alive...
Since God has given her another chance, she must love her silly man well in this life!
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