In fact, outsiders don't know much about Song Nanting's family affairs.
Aunt Song knew it clearly, but although she loved to watch the fun, she was not a talkative person.
Moreover, many people in the compound are not stupid. If they really have a good relationship with their biological mother, would they find a godmother for themselves?
This old lady is just looking for trouble.
Several old ladies immediately moved their benches and sat aside, their disdain too obviously evident.
Aunt Cao still felt strange, "What are you doing? I'm just saying a few words to the young people. We have lived longer and know more..."
"Yes, but living a long life doesn't mean you can speak." Song Nanting's smile faded. "You are kind, but why don't you feel sorry for your daughter-in-law? Your daughter-in-law has to serve you every day after work, how can you not feel sorry for her?"
After saying that, Song Nanting left.
Aunt Cao's eyes widened. "What does she mean by that?"
An old lady nearby laughed and said, "You are such a nobody, yet you still have the nerve to meddle in other people's business."
Aunt Cao didn't like what she heard, so she stood up and started yelling, "I mean well. I was not filial to my own mother, but I was filial to the godmother I found later..."
She walked away and didn't hear anything about her mumbling.
Several old ladies looked disdainful and said, "Okay, if you have time to talk about this, go back and help your daughter-in-law."
It's a pity that it's useless. People are like this. They always think that they are the embodiment of justice, but when it comes to their own problems, they don't think so anymore.
When Song Nanting arrived at the Song family, Aunt Song was sitting in the yard washing her urine ring.
The urine rings at that time were very different from those in later generations. Later generations used diapers, or at worst, rings made of white cotton cloth.
Nowadays, it’s good enough to be able to make some rings with unworn clothes.
Aunt Song was a very particular person. She would look for soft cotton clothes, cut them into pieces, scald them with boiling water, and then dry them before giving them to her children.
Now, when cleaning, the feces are put in a separate basin, and the urine is put in a separate basin. The feces have to be scalded with boiling water after scrubbing.
Song Nanting saw that it was troublesome, "Raising a child is also troublesome."
"Of course not. That's why people say raising children is hard." Aunt Song washed the rings and hung them on the clothesline. She washed her hands carefully before coming to look at the wild vegetables. "They are really good. Have you been picking them these days?"
"Yeah, I think it's quite interesting." Song Nanting said, pouring the things into the Song family's dustpan and pointing to the main room, "Is Niuniu asleep?"
"Yes, I sleep several times a day." Aunt Song looked at her and said, "When you have a child, you can send the child to me when you go to work. I can herd one sheep or two sheep. By then, Niuniu will be a little older, so I will take care of her for you."
Song Nanting felt warm in her heart, but said, "Okay, but my mother-in-law said she will retire at the end of the year, and she can come over to help if I need to take care of the children."
"That's good too."
But it's hard to say, after all, there is a younger brother-in-law who is in school. When Lu Jianning saw Lu Jianan, he was like a cat seeing a mouse, and he probably didn't want to come.
Song Nanting chatted with Aunt Song for a while, and Niu Niu woke up. Song Nanting went in and found Niu Niu, who was a few months old, lying on the kang and dancing. She couldn't help but reach out and touch her little hand.
The child's movements were not delicate and he suddenly grabbed Song Nanting's index finger.
Song Nanting was so frightened that she dared not move, and said to Aunt Song in surprise, "Godmother, Niuniu is so strong."
Seeing her like this, Aunt Song was overjoyed. "The child is quite capable. Do you want to hug her?"
Song Nanting was eager to try, but when she saw the limp Niuniu, she shook her head and said, "No, I'm scared."
She never raised a child in her previous life, and she doesn't care about other people's children.
Starting over again, although she loved children, she only loved her child with Lu Jianan.
After a while, Niu Niu let go of her hand, and Aunt Song didn't hold her anymore. She stuffed a piece of clean cloth into her hand, and the little girl started to chew on it.
Song Nanting found it strange, and Auntie Song said, "Children are bored too, they always have to find something to do, right?"
Song Nanting nodded in agreement, "You are right."
It was already late when Song Nanting returned home, and the ladies who were sewing shoe soles outside had also gone back to prepare dinner.
When passing by the supply and marketing cooperative, Song Nanting wanted to buy some meat, but the meat was sold out. In the end, she bought a large bone and a piece of pork liver.
After returning home, Song Nanting began to prepare.
The big bones were shaved clean, and there was not much meat on them. They were blanched in water, then added with boiling water and stewed in the pot. Song Nanting then began to clean the pig liver.
There are also some requirements for cooking pork liver. It should be soaked in clean water first, and then put into the casserole and start cooking after the blood is soaked out.
After blanching the pork liver, it needs to be cooked in boiling water. In order to increase the aroma, Song Nanting added some peppercorns and cloves, and then cooked it over low heat after the water boiled.
As for the vegetables, Song Nanting did not stir-fry wild vegetables for once. Instead, she picked some small Chinese cabbages from a place in the vegetable garden where they were too dense to grow, washed them and put them aside, waiting to throw them into the bone soup when it was ready.
In addition, the neighbor next door also gave her two mustard heads. Song Nanting took one out, cut it into thin strips, added chili peppers and stir-fried it. The aroma was fragrant and it was very appetizing when eaten with rice or porridge.
The bone soup is milky white, and a fragrant aroma is emitted when the lid is lifted. Song Nanting throws the bok choy into the pot, sprinkles a little salt on it, and turns off the heat after a few minutes. It's ready.
As for the pork liver, cook it on low heat for fifteen minutes, then turn off the heat and simmer for more than ten minutes, then open the lid of the pot and take out the pork liver.
The pork liver is more tender and tastes better after stewing.
Let the pork liver cool down and cut it into thin slices. Add some onions and mix with soy sauce, vinegar and sesame oil. It tastes very good.
As for the staple food, it was the pancake that Song Nanting had made in the morning, which was quite delicious when soaked in the bone soup.
After we cleaned up here, Lu Jianan came back from outside.
Song Nanting glanced at the time. It was only six o'clock in the afternoon. Song Nanting was surprised, "Why are you back so early?"
"Not welcome?" Lu Jianan was only wearing one piece of clothing. He rolled up his sleeves and drew water from the well to wash his face on the well platform.
Song Nanting went over and saw him sticking out his butt, so she went over and slapped him on the butt.
Lu Jianan suddenly stood up straight and turned around. There were still water droplets on his face, but he couldn't hide the look in his eyes.
"Sorry." Song Nanting knew that she was in trouble and hurried back into the house.
Lu Jianan continued to wash his face, and finally poured a basin of water on his head.
Song Nanting had already set the table when they entered the room. Lu Jianan asked, "Can you still eat?"
Song Nanting played dumb, "Why not?"
Lu Jianan's face immediately fell.
He didn't say anything, and Song Nanting didn't say anything either. The room fell silent for a while.
At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door. "Captain Lu, Captain Lu, there is something going on. Go to the division headquarters for a meeting."
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