Chapter 297 That Little Thing
She had a nauseating dream last night, and although she was still not very energetic when she woke up the next day, Song Lubai was in a very good mood.
Wei Yang got up early and bought soy milk and fried dough sticks from the restaurant after his morning exercise.
Before the wall was even finished, a large pot of mung bean soup was being cooked, prepared for the workers.
After braiding Chen Dongyang's hair, Song Lubai quickly fried an egg.
The supply and marketing cooperative went to the production team to collect eggs, but they collected very few. Moreover, the salesman Li Cheng sold eggs based on the customer's status, and ordinary people could not buy eggs at all. When customers asked, he would say that he was out of stock.
If there is stock available, Comrade Li will first notify his own people in the supply and marketing cooperative.
In the days since Song Lubai arrived here, she has only managed to buy half a pound of eggs.
There are too few goods, so sales have to be limited.
She couldn't taste the eggs in the egg drop soup, so she simply put all six eggs into the pot at once.
After the tomatoes have softened, pour in the scrambled eggs, then add the green bell pepper pieces, add a little water, and simmer for a while. When you lift the lid, the colors in the pot look incredibly appetizing.
The fried dough sticks were dipped in heated watermelon sauce, the red oil soaking through them. Paired with tomatoes and eggs, and a sip of sweet soy milk, Chen Jingwen was incredibly satisfied: "Auntie, your cooking is so delicious!"
He still can't forget the stir-fried chicken drumstick mushrooms with pork from yesterday.
Three children were fighting over a bowl of soy milk.
Chen Jingwen watched longingly as the last sip disappeared into his sister's mouth. He smacked his lips and said, savoring the taste, "Soy milk is still the best. It's all made from soybeans. How come soy juice tastes so awful? I feel like throwing up just from the smell."
Chen Shaohua nodded in agreement, saying that soy milk was a hundred times better than soy juice!
A wonderful day starts with a delicious breakfast.
Wei Yang went to the government office, and Song Lubai tidied up the house and took the three children to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Recently, water was brought to the other side of the river, and some children wanted to go looking for mushrooms. She was afraid they would run off, so she had to keep an eye on them and keep an eye on them.
It was cool at noon today; a gentle breeze blew away the summer heat.
Autumn is approaching, and the nights are noticeably warmer than when we first arrived.
Watermelon rinds were being stir-fried in a pan, and the aroma of meat wafted in the wind.
Aunt Lu sucked in air as she heated the pot and said, "It must be Old Wang's family. Old Wang is a butcher, and he always brings back some good stuff every time he butchers a pig. In our production and construction corps, the families of butchers like Old Wang are the ones who live the best lives."
Old Wang and Bai Lixia's son, Wang Fu, was playing in the mud in front of Song Lubai's courtyard wall when he heard Aunt Lu's words. Wang Fu raised his chin and said, "Yesterday my dad brought back pig's blood and pig bones. Pig's blood is so delicious!"
This kid was much stronger than the other kids. He was caught by Zhao Hongying recently causing trouble in the vegetable garden. Chen Jingwen loved to play with him.
The two of them were covered in mud from playing. Song Lubai had already given up hope on Chen Jingwen. No matter what she said, the boy wouldn't listen. If Wei Zhao hadn't been away, she definitely wouldn't have washed his clothes.
Wang Fu said smugly to Chen Jingwen, "Although your uncle is a regimental commander, your family definitely doesn't eat as well as mine."
Chen Jingwen was a little jealous, but he still had to save face. "So what if we eat well? It's not a big deal."
Seeing his dismissive attitude, Wang Fu rolled his eyes, raised his chin, and said, "Eating well is nothing special, but I have a father, and you don't! Your father and mother are divorced. So, tell me, who's more impressive, you or me?"
Chen Jingwen shoved Wang Fu, sending him into a mud pit, and then started to cry with a pout.
Chen Shaohua approached Wang Fu angrily and said, "Apologize!"
Wang Fu couldn't understand why Chen Jingwen had pushed him into the mud pit and why he should apologize, and why Chen Jingwen was even wiping away tears!
Feeling wronged, Wang Fu stormed off.
Song Lubai felt that Chen Shaohua looked a bit like an adult at this moment.
When Chen Jingwen started crying, Chen Dongyang also started crying. The eldest, Chen Shaohua, stood there with a solemn face, like a little adult.
Song Lubai went back into the house and brought out three cookies.
The little one gradually stopped sobbing, and Chen Jingwen did the same, only Chen Shaohua still looked preoccupied.
Song Lubai served the dishes and rice to the three of them, saying, "Let's go mushroom picking this afternoon. Shaohua, you know where the mushrooms are, you can lead the way for us."
The two children's eyes lit up, and Chen Shaohua nodded as well.
While the three children were eating inside, Song Lubai took a piece of candy and went to Bai Lixia's house.
Wang Fu's tears had long since dried, but his eyes lit up when he saw the candy.
Song Lubai squatted down and said, "You can't make Chen Jingwen angry about his parents' divorce anymore. Look, you made him cry today. If it happens again, Chen Shaohua will beat you up, and I won't care."
Bai Lixia awkwardly said from the side, "I will tell him."
Song Lubai felt that it must have been something the adults in the family had said that made the child compare their parents' divorce to something else.
Song Lubai said, "Children don't know any better, so adults have to teach them by example. They'll be playing together in the future, so don't gossip in front of them, as it's not good for unity."
Bai Lixia nodded awkwardly.
Wang Fu's father, Old Wang, who was sitting at the door enjoying the cool air, said while smoking, "If it happens again, I'll beat him up."
Song Lubai spoke a few more words with the couple before turning back.
After Song Lubai walked away, Miao Feng from next door whispered, "It's just a small matter, is it really worth making such a fuss about? You two are really spineless. Wang Fu's trousers are covered in mud, and his shoes and trousers have to be washed. If anyone should be set up a score, it should be you two."
Old Wang glanced at her but didn't say anything.
This woman has been acting quite arrogantly at home lately, making Old Tang so angry he can only yell and scream.
Bai Lixia said, "The regimental commander's wife isn't an unreasonable person. She even gave Wang Fu a piece of candy. She's not here to settle scores. So, are you saying we should fight with the regimental commander's family over this? Is it worth it?"
Old Wang thought to himself, "Is he crazy to have a conflict with the regimental commander's family?"
He could tell that Miao Feng was losing her mind. She was always craning her neck to look at the regimental commander's house, and he didn't know what she was looking at. Whenever the regimental commander's wife was mentioned, she would speak sarcastically.
She's been like this ever since the regimental commander and his wife came to mediate the fight that day.
Miao Feng snorted and went back into the house.
Song Lubai was not the biological mother of the three children after all. After returning home, she acted as if nothing had happened and ate her meal as usual.
After everyone finished eating, Wei Yang still hadn't returned. Just as Song Lubai was about to ask Chen Shaohua to go to the office, Secretary Huang and a male colleague returned carrying a pile of wooden poles.
Wei Yang was pushing a bicycle behind, with a bucket hanging from the front bar and a bunch of wooden poles tied to the back.
The wooden pole was used to secure the door, and the bucket contained lime water.
Wei Yang went to do these things after get off work at noon and only just got back now.
Song Lubai served mung bean soup to Secretary Huang and his colleague, and invited them to stay for dinner.
Everyone's grain is precious, so Secretary Huang and his companion naturally refused to keep it.
The neighbors had all finished eating, and taking advantage of the still relatively cool weather, they continued building the wall.
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