When Feng Yijia woke up in a daze, the sunlight outside the window was already dazzlingly golden.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes with my hands, and my nose twitched subconsciously. A faint fishy scent was already floating in the air.
Her eyebrows became rounder but more charming, and she smiled unconsciously.
Meng Sheng is back, and delicious food is waiting for her.
Holding her bulging belly, she slowly got up and out of bed.
Meng Sheng, who was listening to the noise outside, pushed the door open and walked in.
He stepped forward to help the man put on his shoes and clothes in a familiar manner, muttering, "Wife, this morning when I went to the village to buy fish, I met my brother who was coming back from a long journey.
They brought us a lot of things, including children's clothes, toys, and a stroller.
Go out and take a look later.
Maybe it’s something imported from outside, it’s much better looking than what we bought before.”
Feng Yijia was used to being served, so she stretched out her arms and legs to cooperate and said, "The baby hasn't come out yet, and the room is almost full of clothes and other things.
Tell my brother and the others not to buy these anymore.
The child is growing taller, how can everyone buy clothes to wear them?"
While sorting out the clothes, Meng Sheng said, "If you can't wear them all, just leave them here. This is the first child in the family. You can use them when your older brother and younger brother have their own children."
Hearing this, Feng Yijia stopped talking and asked, "Where is the eldest brother?
Have you returned to the village yet?"
Meng Sheng shook his head: "No, he still has to go into the city to unload the goods.
But he should be back in the next two days.
The last time my father brought back the fermented tofu that my mother had made, not only did he have to borrow money, but he was also pressured by the villagers to help them get rich together.
My father was very concerned about his reputation, so he agreed to a few of them.
My eldest brother thinks it is not a bad thing if more families in the village become rich.
He's already established a route for long-distance travel, and it's relatively safe and stable, so adding a few more people won't hurt, so he plans to bring people with him this time."
The county town is not big. Since some young people in the village went to the city to work hard, what Meng Sheng's family did in the city could not be kept secret for long.
Of course, Meng Sheng and the others didn't want to keep it a secret forever.
Soon after buying the tricycle, the villagers gradually learned about what the Meng family was doing in the county town.
Wow, it turns out Meng Chao wasn't there to help someone, but to open his own shop and resell goods in a sports car.
It turned out that Meng Chenglin and his wife went to the city to help their son look after the store.
It turns out that Meng Sheng not only buys and sells dry goods, but also electrical appliances!
A family in the village that was as poor as mine suddenly became a "ten thousand yuan household" as described in the newspaper, or even richer than a ten thousand yuan household.
During that period, there seemed to be a sour smell floating over the whole village.
We agreed to walk together, why did your family suddenly drive the car?
And they are covering it up so that no one knows.
But after the envy, jealousy and sourness subsided, everyone felt that this was a rare opportunity.
The highway has been built right to my doorstep, so I have more chances to get a ride than others.
Throughout the end of February and the beginning of March, people came and went in Meng Sheng's courtyard.
Some came to borrow money, some were looking for jobs, and some were bold enough to bring their family savings with them, hoping that the Meng family would give them some advice or help them get rich.
Meng Sheng and Feng Yijia were born and raised in the village. The miserable days of their previous lives originated here, and they also felt a little human warmth here.
They looked at borrowing some money but no work or other requests came through.
The couple are young but have hearts as hard as iron, but Meng Chenglin is different. Sometimes it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a good man.
He only went home once every few months, but he couldn't bear to leave and agreed to help several families make money.
Don't think about it, there is no such thing as a guaranteed profit in business. If you make money, it's fine, but if you lose, you will be upset.
As a son, I can only find a way to keep the promise my father made.
Meng Qiang's studies didn't count, so Meng Sheng and Meng Chao discussed it and came up with a solution.
Feng Yijia also knew that a single flower does not make a spring, and the rafters that stick out first will rot first. Those who had a deep hatred against her all got their retribution, and most other people in the village just watched coldly. There was nothing wrong with the way things were in the world.
She didn't say anything about it and let the men do whatever they wanted.
I turned to my husband and asked him what he cared about most: "What did you make for breakfast?"
Meng Sheng helped her put her clothes on, pinched her rosy cheeks, and said with satisfaction, "Steamed sea bass with noodles I made, stewed with tomatoes and chilies. It's sour and spicy, you're sure to like it."
Thinking about the smell, Feng Yijia's saliva secretion quickened a little, and he urged people to go out: "Let's go, wash up and eat.
Your son is hungry!"
Hearing this, Meng Sheng patiently corrected her: "Daughter!"
The two did not go for an ultrasound or see an old Chinese doctor. Feng Yijia wanted to have a son, not a daughter.
It’s not that she favors boys over girls, but she feels that it’s harder for women to live in this world than men. Not to mention anything else, just the hurdle of having children is not easy.
Didn’t you see that she has a six-month-old belly? It’s hard for her to bend over now.
A family loves its own children, and she couldn't bear to see her daughter suffer, so she would rather have a son in her belly.
Meng Sheng didn't necessarily want a girl, but he was afraid that everyone would talk about having a son, which would put too much pressure on his wife, and it would not be good to think too much.
He had heard about extreme incidents caused by depression among pregnant women and postpartum women in his previous life in prison.
So I paid special attention to Feng Yijia's mood.
The couple, their son and daughter went into the kitchen arguing.
Meng Sheng was making a fuss while quickly adding water and taking out a towel.
Feng Yijia was being served, but she wasn't really angry. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she sat at the table waiting to be fed.
The warm sea bass is served with stewed noodles.
The sea bass covered with scallion shreds is delicious and juicy, without any fishy smell.
The noodles are chewy and coated with red tomato sauce, and every bite is a pleasure.
Simple ingredients and simple seasonings, but the taste is amazing.
Feng Yijia gave a thumbs-up while eating and praised: "The food you cook is getting better and better.
When our family runs out of money, you can open a restaurant and definitely support us."
Now, this is absolutely true.
Because of the morning sickness some time ago, Meng Sheng’s cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds.
The other books he brought back from the mountain have not been read much, but several books about cooking have been almost torn to pieces by him.
Meng Sheng chuckled, picked up a piece of fish belly meat and put it in his wife's bowl, and said proudly: "Don't worry, our family will never open a restaurant one day.
This morning, my eldest brother gave me two passbooks with 50,000 yuan in them, saying they were dividends from reselling goods during this period."
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