Chapter 331 New Year's Eve
"Alas, a daughter who is married off is like water spilled out. There are so many sons in her family, how can it be her turn to raise my family? If she doesn't want to come, then don't come. I don't want her. From now on, I will treat Sanhe as my own daughter. Sanhe, don't be sad, just think of your parents as dead."
Zhou Xiufen deliberately spoke loudly.
Jiang Sanhe was so moved that she actually started to cry.
Those who came to the banquet began to blame the Jiang family.
"How can there be such a person? Once he becomes rich, he turns his back on others. After all, they are my daughter's in-laws. What's wrong with giving them a little sweetness? I heard earlier that her second grandson has reached the age to marry, and it's time for him to meet someone next year.
I was thinking of marrying my granddaughter off to the family so that she could enjoy a good life. But now I think I should forget it. Just based on the way his family behaves, I am afraid that if she marries off to the family, she will never be able to come back. She might even be tortured by them. Enjoy a good life? Humph! What a bullshit happiness."
"Sanhe, look at how good your mother-in-law is to you. You should be filial to her in the future. She is not like your parents. Tsk tsk, I won't say any more unpleasant words."
"......"
Jiang Sanhe nodded repeatedly.
She originally wanted to take her children back to her parents' home to visit.
Completely gave up the idea.
As for the grandson who was sent to invite people, he couldn't even enter the Jiang family's gate.
He came back dejected.
“Wow wow wow—”
At the banquet, Sun Guangzong made a lot of noise and cried non-stop.
He is fat.
His voice is ridiculously loud.
When I start crying, I feel annoyed even if I cover my ears.
"Mrs. Zhou, why is your grandson always crying? Why don't you let Sanhe feed him? Maybe he's hungry."
This person put it mildly, she was so disturbed that she couldn't even eat her food.
I just want to get this child away as soon as possible.
"Sanhe, bring the child in." No matter how much Zhou Xiufen loved her grandson, she couldn't stand him crying.
She put Sun Guangzong in Jiang Sanhe's arms and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Sanhe, who had a bad appetite to begin with, was sucked dry not long after she entered the room to breastfeed.
Sun Guangzong continued to cry.
"Mom, I think my milk is not enough for Guangzong. He seems to be hungry, so he keeps crying. Otherwise, can you make some rice soup for him?" Jiang Sanhe pulled Zhou Xiufen into the house and said in a low voice.
"Hey, we don't have much money at home, otherwise I would definitely buy you some meat to nourish your body. Let's put it this way, they brought a lot of things with them when they came to the banquet, and after they leave, I will stew some egg custard for you to nourish your body.
Just eat one egg a day, and restore it to five meals a day. But I won’t give you any refined flour or rice. Just eat brown rice porridge. Eat more until my grandson is weaned.”
After hearing this, Zhou Xiufen suddenly understood.
No wonder my grandson always cries.
After all this time, I still can't feel full.
Originally, she thought Jiang Sanhe did not have enough milk, so she could just feed her grandson some rice soup. After all, she did not have milk at the beginning, and her son was raised on rice soup.
This thing feeds people.
But she underestimated her grandson's appetite.
No wonder she felt that her grandson seemed to have lost some weight after a month.
How can rice soup be as replenishing as mother’s milk?
After this incident, she never dared to let Jiang Sanhe go hungry again.
The days passed quickly.
New Year's Eve is coming.
Lianshan Town is filled with joy everywhere.
There were laughter and joy everywhere.
It snowed for three days in a row, covering the entire earth with a layer of downy blanket.
Jiang Fubao and his brothers and sisters also changed into new clothes on this day.
The eldest aunt, the second aunt, and my mother's sisters-in-law were combing her and her sisters' hair.
Four people, each responsible for one child.
It seems like they are competing to see who can comb the most beautiful hair.
Jiang Fubao grimaced in pain.
"Dear mother, please hold it tighter. Fubao is not afraid of the pain—" Jiang Fubao deliberately spoke sarcastically.
But my mother took it seriously.
She immediately begged for mercy.
Jiang Wangyou burst into laughter.
Jiang Dahe and Jiang Eryong hung lanterns at the door.
Jiang Shoujia and Jiang Siyin were responsible for the door couplets.
Zhang Jinlan held incense and prayed around the backyard.
Jiang Tongjin is clearing snow from the roof.
The older boys helped with the chores, while the younger ones played and fought in the yard.
Because of the Chinese New Year, Jiang's Snack Shop is closed for seven days.
Jiang Fubao had a rare chance to take a nap.
She got up at daybreak.
After combing his hair, Jiang Fubao shook his head.
There was actually a 'ding-dong' sound.
She was a little curious, so she ran to the water tank and took a picture.
It turned out that there was a circle of small bells tied around her hair.
"Mom, where did this bell come from? Why haven't I seen it before?" Jiang Fubao pointed to the top of his head and looked at Zhang Yanzi.
"Of course you haven't seen it. My mother bought it secretly and was waiting to give it to you on New Year's Eve." Zhang Yanzi smiled.
Because it was Chinese New Year, mother-in-law gave each of them ten taels of silver, which they could spend or save.
It can be considered as private money that is not in the open.
The next day after she got the money, she bought this bell-shaped hairpin for her daughter. It cost two taels of silver.
Not only her daughter, she also bought two red hair ribbons for each of her sons, sewing many patterns on them with silver thread, and the prices were not cheap.
After combing my daughter's hair, it was the turn of my two sons.
A quarter of an hour later.
Jiang Fubao discovered that his two brothers had turned into Nezha.
There is an inexplicable sense of joy.
What I had this morning was not rice porridge, but noodles rolled by grandma herself, served with eight-treasure dishes, it tasted delicious.
Unlike the modern New Year’s Eve dinner, it was eaten at night.
The New Year’s Eve dinner here should be eaten at noon.
And you have to eat until the afternoon and cannot leave the table early.
So just after finishing breakfast, Jiang Fubao saw his mother, grandmother and aunt busy in the kitchen.
"Mmm, it smells so good."
Jiang Tongtu originally wanted to go out and play snowballs with his friends in the village, but when he smelled the smell coming from the kitchen, he couldn't control his legs.
He actually went straight to the kitchen.
"Grandma, it smells so good. What delicious food are you making? It smells so good. Let me have a bite." The taste is almost like barbecue.
Too domineering.
"What else could it be? Frying meatballs. Here, I'll give you a small one. Try it and see if it's salty."
Knowing that her grandson was a greedy person, Zhang Jinlan wanted to taste the food herself, but she simply handed the freshly fried mini meatballs to her fifth grandson.
"It's not salty, it's just right, grandma, the meatballs are so delicious, please, fry another one for me." Jiang Tongtu's eyes lit up.
What he didn't notice was that at the kitchen door, Jiang Fubao was craning his head and looking in secretly.
If she hadn't eaten too much in the morning, she would have gone in to ask for a piece.
"Fubao, go to the door and play with your brothers and sisters. Daddy is going to clear the snow. Come, put on your hand guards to prevent your hands from getting frozen." Halfway through reading, Jiang Fubao was forcibly hugged and turned in another direction.
Her little pink hands were covered with a large sheepskin glove.
"Dad, there's this one." Without waiting for Jiang Siyin to speak.
Jiang Fubao took the initiative to stretch out his left hand.
As he spoke, his baby fat swayed slightly.
So cute.