Chapter 336 Feng Xiaolong's Favoritism
The excitement on the school playground hadn't died down yet, and Song Lubai, feeling cold, had no intention of playing matchmaker for anyone. With her hands in her pockets, she walked home with Deng Hong and the others.
Wei Yang still had some work to do, so he went to the government office with Wu Jianying and the others.
Just as they passed the corner of the armed forces department, they saw two people pulling and tugging at each other, one of whom was Shen Lingyu, whom she knew.
Seeing that the situation between the two was under control, the women glanced at each other and headed home.
Deng Hong invited Song Lubai and the others to her house to try the pickled cabbage, and the women went to her house together.
The sauerkraut at Deng Hong's house was pickled under the guidance of Master Zhai and with Song Lubai as a witness. The jar was not big, and there were less than four cabbages in it.
Knowing it was time to open the jar, Deng Hong opened it with anticipation. Picking up a piece, she saw the golden-yellow cabbage and said, "It doesn't look spoiled at all. Xiao Song, we can make pickled cabbage at home. It's not much trouble. Will we really be able to sell it in the future?"
Can products that every household can make themselves be sold through supply and marketing cooperatives?
Song Lubai tried a piece and thought that Deng Hong's pickled food was better than hers; it wasn't as salty and had a refreshingly sour taste.
"The department stores in the city don't sell this. I think it will sell well at first, and we'll try it next year."
Deng Hong lit the stove, and the women, wanting to save some of their own coal, stayed at Deng Hong's house for a while longer.
After chatting about pickled vegetables for a while, the others set their sights on Song Lubai's stomach.
Frowning, Song Lubai, who was being pressured to have a child, said, "What's the use of rushing? Doesn't it depend on fate?"
She wasn't in a hurry at all; she just pretended to be worried to shut them up.
Yang Xiu'e lowered her voice and said, "I have a prescription that might help you..."
Upon hearing the prescription's mention of virgin boy's urine and the guarantee of having a son, Song Lubai's lips twitched.
She didn't care whether she had a son or a daughter. She felt that she was still young, and Wei Yang wasn't that old either. Wei Yang wasn't in a hurry to have children, and the two of them didn't have any plans to have children at the moment, so there was no need to rush it.
After brushing Yang Xiue off, she stood up and said, "I have to go back to cook, so I won't talk to you anymore. Sister Xiue, I'll come to your house to make shoe soles in a few days."
Yang Xiu'e readily agreed.
Song Lubai didn't know how to make shoes, but Zhao Hongying did, and she was especially good at needlework. She decided to learn from Comrade Zhao Hongying.
The stove had long since gone out. As Song Lubai tried to light it with dried corncobs, Zhao Dongmei arrived carrying a bowl.
“Commander’s wife, my husband went to a Uyghur village and got some goat milk. I’ve shared a bowl with you.”
Song Lubai politely said, "Take it back and nourish yourself; no one in my family drinks it."
Zhao Dongmei had come with great courage. She thought that Zhao Hongying, who was close to Song Lubai, had gotten a job at the kindergarten, and she wanted to try to please Song Lubai as well.
Zhao Dongmei was never good at dealing with people, so when faced with Song Lubai's refusal, she forced a smile and said, "You lent me a bowl of flour before. Chen Dongyang is still young, so I gave it to her to drink to supplement her nutrition. It's good for children to drink some goat milk. I put it on your windowsill for you."
Regardless of what she thought, Song Lubai got up, picked up the goat milk she had put down, and said, "Take it back. Just give me back a bowl of flour later. This stuff is nutritious. You're so thin already, so don't send it out."
Song Lubai's tone wasn't very friendly, but she still managed to maintain a polite demeanor.
Zhao Dongmei walked home in a daze, carrying the bowl. Even if she was stupid, she could tell that Song Lubai didn't like her, but why?
Because she and Chen Yu had a fight?
Thinking of her argument with Chen Yu, her face paled.
I wish she hadn't said those things in the first place.
Once inside, Feng Xiaolong saw that she had brought the bowl back and said with a long face, "You didn't even deliver it?"
Zhao Dongmei didn't know what to say.
Feng Xiaolong took the bowl and said, "Officials always have such high airs. Forget it. It just so happens that our Yaozu likes to drink it. Here, Yaozu, drink this bowl of goat milk. The temperature is just right."
Six-year-old Feng Yaozu took the bowl and gulped it down in one go. After finishing, he licked his lips and said, "Dad, goat milk is delicious. When can we drink it again?"
Feng Xiaolong said to Zhao Dongmei, "What are you standing there for? Wipe Yaozu's mouth."
Zhao Dongmei said unhappily, "There are two bowls in total. I already gave him half of the previous bowl. If you let him finish it, what are my child and I going to drink?"
No matter how weak Zhao Dongmei is, she still has maternal instincts. She can accept herself eating and drinking less, but she cannot accept her child eating and drinking less.
This isn't the first time something like today has happened. Even a clay figure has some temper. Zhao Dongmei just feels that Feng Xiaolong is too biased towards his own son.
Feng Xiaolong said with dissatisfaction, "It's just a bowl of goat milk. I was the one who brought it back. If I hadn't gone to the Uyghur village to find it, you wouldn't have been able to get a drop. Don't just think about yourself. Yaozu may be old, but he hasn't had a good life before. You can't expect him to prioritize his child after you've married into the family. Don't be so petty. It's just a bowl of goat milk, is it really that big of a deal?"
Zhao Dongmei sat to one side, sulking, while Feng Xiaolong made sarcastic remarks: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have a drop of milk. What are you complaining about? I'll just go and get you some more tomorrow."
Seeing that Zhao Dongmei was still ignoring him, Feng Xiaolong deliberately asked in order to divert her attention, "Why didn't you deliver the goat milk just now?"
Zhao Dongmei shook her head sullenly and said, "Don't you remember that time under the shed at the edge of the field when Chen Yu and I had a fight? I bet he still remembers it."
Feng Xiaolong muttered, "You're usually so quiet, but you manage to offend someone the moment you open your mouth. You and she's from the same hometown, and I was thinking that if you could get along well with the regimental commander's wife, she could help our family in the future. Now look what's happened, you've offended her..."
Zhao Dongmei fell silent again.
She told herself that Feng Xiaolong was much better than Lu Jianxi. At least Feng Xiaolong didn't hit people and had a good temper. Although he treated her son better than her son, he still took care of them, mother and son.
"It's time to name the child. Can you suggest a name? If you don't want the child to have the surname Feng, then it can take my surname."
Feng Xiaolong immediately objected, "How can he take your surname? This child is no different from my own, so he has to take the surname Feng. As for what to name him, I have to go out and ask some educated people. He can't be called Gou Dan or Gou Wa. I asked an educated person to come up with Yao Zu's name."
If he doesn't have the surname Feng, what will people say about him? Besides, why should he raise a son who doesn't share his surname?
Zhao Dongmei, who was unhappy just a moment ago, became happy again.
Regardless, Feng Xiaolong will treat the child as his own. As time goes by and their relationship deepens, Feng Xiaolong will not be as doting on Feng Yaozu as he is now.
Despite the unpleasantness, Zhao Dongmei remains hopeful for the future.
She rubbed her swollen breasts, hating her body for being so weak. Not only did she often experience breast pain, but she also had no breast milk, so her baby was not getting enough to eat and was thin and small, looking pitiful.
Sigh, when will things finally get better?
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