Chapter 3 003 Mom isn't very good at taking care of kids.
Song Wanxia watched her mother go downstairs before returning to her own room.
As soon as I entered the room, I felt that something was not right.
The little girl, who hadn't opened her eyes since she picked her up, was staring intently at her!
Song Wanxia was startled at first, then overjoyed. She rushed to the bedside and picked up Song Xiaoli, "Baby, you're awake? Is anything bothering you?"
Originally, Song Xiaoli just wanted to snuggle in her mother's arms and enjoy the long-lost mother-daughter bond, but a sudden urge to urinate made her blush and bury her face in her mother's chest, saying, "I need to pee..."
Song Wanxia never expected that the child would respond to her. She happily wrapped the child in clothes, even putting the pants on backwards, and then carried the child downstairs.
The house built by the Song family was the highest in terms of location in Songshan Commune. When they built the house, part of the hill behind it was dug up to make up enough land for the two Song brothers' houses. Song Wanxia's father, Song Mingyi, had done many things outside and had seen people build two-story houses in other places. When he returned, he followed suit and built a two-story house so that his family could live in a very spacious house.
However, the Song family's toilet was still the squat toilet; a chamber pot was out of the question. Many other households in Songshan Commune had toilets made by burying a large vat underground and then placing two thick wooden planks on top – essentially a squatting vat. At least Song Wanxia's family managed to get cement and properly build a squat toilet.
Song Wanxia carried her little girl downstairs, exited through the back door of the kitchen, and arrived at the side yard. The toilet was right next to the empty pigsty. These days, it was difficult to care for piglets, and even if they were, there wasn't much energy to raise them. Most of the time, the pigsty was simply used as a place to store firewood.
Song Xiaoli clung to her mother's neck, staring blankly at the scene that was both strange and familiar. It wasn't until her mother carried her to the toilet that she realized she needed to urinate, and as soon as her mother pulled down her corduroy pants, Song Xiaoli started to urinate.
Sigh, I never expected that being reborn would also mean experiencing what it's like to be held to pee by your mother. Song Xiaoli was quite speechless.
But she was determined to be a little "mischievous" and clingy for the rest of her life. After blushing a little embarrassedly, she calmly thought that since she was a child now, it was only natural for her to need her mother's help with everything!
After leaving the restroom, Song Xiaoli sniffed herself and, finding no obvious odor, buried her head contentedly in her mother's arms again.
"Why are you so clingy, child?" Song Wanxia smiled and poked her little girl's fair cheek, then happily returned to the kitchen from the side yard.
Her mother was making lunch in the kitchen when she saw that her daughter was in a good mood. She smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so happy?"
"Xiao Li is awake. I just helped her pee," Song Wanxia replied, then patted Song Xiao Li's little bottom. "Come on, say hello to Grandma."
Song Xiaoli rubbed her eyes, turned her head, and saw her young grandmother. She smiled broadly, her tiny white teeth sparkling, making her very endearing. "Grandma!"
"Wow!" Zhang Lian exclaimed in surprise, "This child isn't shy at all!"
Generally speaking, a three-year-old child has some memory. When they first arrive in an unfamiliar place, it's good enough if they don't make a fuss. They're not obedient at all and they're calling out to people so enthusiastically, which doesn't seem like they remember their original family.
Song Wanxia was just too happy and casually suggested that her adopted daughter greet her grandmother. Little did she expect that the daughter would actually be so clever as to call her "Grandma".
She hasn't even been called "Mom" yet.
Song Wanxia poked her daughter's cheek and coaxed softly, "Come on, what do you want to call me? You have to call me Mom!"
"Mommy!" Song Xiaoli was very obedient and called out when asked.
Now, Song Wanxia was satisfied. She held her daughter and strolled around the kitchen, radiating happiness.
Since Song Wanxia's divorce, Zhang Lian had rarely seen her daughter so happy. She casually wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then stirred the pot with a spatula and asked, "Is Xiaoli hungry? We're having corn porridge for lunch. If she's hungry, you can serve her a small half-bowl first."
Speaking of which, since Song Xiaoli hasn't woken up yet, she hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. Smelling the fragrant aroma of corn porridge, her little belly made a very cooperative, mournful sound.
Song Wanxia was charmed by her daughter's cuteness and couldn't resist giving her a kiss on the cheek. She then went to the cupboard, found a small bowl and spoon, rinsed them briefly in the well pot, and asked her mother to scoop out a spoonful of corn porridge.
"Come on, my sweet little carp, let's go to the main room to eat some porridge!" Holding the child in one arm and a bowl in the other, Song Wanxia walked quickly. As soon as she reached the table in the main room, she quickly put down the bowl, changed to holding the child in both arms, and then sat down.
Song Xiaoli isn't thin, but she's a bit heavy. With Song Wanxia's strength, she was already a little tired carrying the child to the toilet. Just now, she had to carry the child with one hand for a while to get a bowl. If she hadn't been holding on tightly, she might have slipped the child to the ground. It was very strenuous.
However, Song Xiaoli didn't mind being held by her mother. She gave her mother a sticky kiss on the face, then stood up on her mother's lap, stomped around, pointed at the rice bowl, and kept saying "eat, eat, eat".
"Okay, okay, Mom will feed you, don't rush." It took Song Wanxia a while to adjust her daughter to a convenient position for feeding, and then she picked up a spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of corn porridge, and was about to feed her daughter.
Just then, Zhang Lian, feeling uneasy about Song Wanxia taking care of the child, came out to take a look and was so frightened that she quickly stopped her, "Put it down! You silly girl, how big is Xiaoli's mouth? You feed her a big spoonful all at once, how is she supposed to eat? Just give her a small half spoonful at a time, and remember to blow on it to cool it down, so the child doesn't get burned."
Song Wanxia had never taken care of a child before, so upon hearing this, she reluctantly poured the corn paste from the spoon back into the bowl, took a small spoonful, blew on it, and then fed it to her daughter.
"Awoo!" Song Xiaoli didn't mind that her mother didn't know how to take care of children. No matter how much her mother fed her, she would try to take a big bite. Sometimes, if her mother couldn't cool the paste down, she would blow on it herself before eating it, which was a way of being self-reliant.
However, even with Song Xiaoli's cooperation, after finishing half a bowl of porridge, her face was still covered in yellow corn porridge.
"How could this happen?" Song Wanxia thought she had fed her daughter quite well; the whole process went smoothly, and her daughter cooperated quietly, unlike her nephew who was so noisy while eating. But after feeding her, seeing her daughter's face all dirty, she couldn't understand why this had happened.
Some of the corn paste had dried out and was sticking to her face, which was quite uncomfortable. Song Xiaoli had to pick at it with her hands, which resulted in her hands getting corn paste on them as well.
Fortunately, Song Wanxia would still go to the kitchen to ask Zhang Lian for help.
"mom……"
Seeing her daughter had done this to her adopted granddaughter, Zhang Lian felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. "You...you..."
How come I never realized before that my little girl is so bad at taking care of children?
Zhang Lian picked up the dirty little one and held her in her arms. She prepared a basin of warm water and washed the little one's face and hands clean before handing her back to her daughter. "You can't even feed her half a bowl of porridge properly, and you still want to take care of the child by yourself?"
"Come on, you can just stay home from now on. I'll take care of the kids for you while I'm at work."
Hearing her grandmother's words, Song Xiaoli happily smiled at her.
She remembered that in her past life, when her mother first adopted her, they also lived at home. However, less than a year later, her older cousin, who excelled in everything he did and strived to be a well-behaved child, made her already somewhat disobedient younger cousin seem even worse. This led to her younger cousin constantly being scolded by her maternal grandfather and uncle, causing her aunt to dislike her intensely, and her younger cousin to dislike her as well. To avoid putting her uncle in an awkward position, her mother offered to take the child and move to town.
After that, without the company of her family, and unlike other children who would cling to her and play, Song Xiaoli didn't exhaust her mother's energy. Song Wanxia often found herself lost in thought, and over time, she became increasingly taciturn.
This time, Song Xiaoli hopes her mother can continue living in her home.
Originally, her maternal grandparents and eldest uncle didn't want her mother to leave home and live alone. If her mother hadn't insisted, she wouldn't have ended up moving to the small room assigned by her workplace. As for her aunt and cousin, Song Xiaoli felt she had a way to win them over, and they would definitely not want her to leave the family in the future.
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