When she turned her head and saw who it was, she instinctively tried to protect her head.
The person who came was Old Mrs. Chen, the same Old Mrs. Chen who always "throws" things at her whenever she comes.
When they saw that she had nothing else in her hands, but was holding the hand of a little girl, who seemed to be Chen Laosan's daughter, named Zhuxiang.
The three-year-old girl was so cute; she politely called out, "Auntie~"
With three mud-covered monkeys at home, the arrival of a well-behaved little girl melted Yin Lan's heart.
She broke off a piece of the bamboo-scented steamed bun, and the little girl's eyes widened. It smelled so good! It was a big white steamed bun!
The little girl swallowed hard, took the food, and began to eat it in large mouthfuls.
Old Mrs. Chen looked very unwell.
This spendthrift wife of mine makes winter clothes and pays the workers, but now she's eating white bread herself and we don't even see the kids at home. I bet they're still out there, pulling weeds. This woman not only eats all the food at home, but also makes her two kids do hard labor so her eldest son can see her when he comes back, while she herself enjoys a life of luxury!
Her tone was harsh, "I'll get the cotton, and the cloth too."
Yin Lan didn't know why the old lady had gone crazy again. She went into the house, took out some cotton and cloth, ignored Yin Lan, and left.
She thought to herself that when her son came back, she would have to have a good talk with him about how this woman was really not suitable to be a daughter-in-law.
Even a stepmother can treat her son better than her biological mother.
But Zhu Xiang, that little girl, saw Yin Lan as a fairy. She licked her fingers and said, "The big white steamed bun is so delicious."
Goodbye, Auntie!
After Zhu Xiang returned, she didn't say much, but when Mei Xiang and Lan Xiang walked past her, they suddenly smelled a meaty aroma.
We haven't eaten meat at home these past few days.
Zhu Xiang, a little girl, went to her aunt's house with her grandmother, and somehow she smelled of meat?
The two women exchanged a glance; they also wanted to visit their aunt's house tomorrow.
They are the daughters of the second son's family, with an older brother and a more capable mother. How could they be inferior to that girl Zhuxiang in the Chen family?
When Madam Hu saw the two maids, she was furious. "You're always running around outside, and you don't even know how to help me with anything. No wonder people take Zhuxiang out, but not you two."
Madam Hu had heard about Yin Lan selling food. She received a stipend and spent money lavishly, so who knows what delicious food she was eating at home.
She could tell just by looking at Zhu Xiang's expression.
But the old lady was biased. Even though she was the one who gave birth to a son for the Chen family, her heart was entirely devoted to her ex-husband's son, and she even favored the third son's family.
When they went to Madam Yin's place, they didn't even bring her Meixiang and Lanxiang with them.
Even the task of making winter clothes was taken away from her. Isn't the second son her son? Isn't Dazhuang her grandson?
Mrs. Hu was so angry that her face turned red.
Later that evening, Zhao Dashan checked the mud bricks. They weren't dry enough for winter and were still a little damp. He would have to wait a little longer.
However, he picked up his axe and headed into the mountains. He didn't need to go into the mountains; the mountains were full of trees. He walked and stopped, and when he saw a jujube tree of a suitable size and straight, he would often spit on his hand and then raise his axe to chop it down.
There is plenty of timber on the mountain. Thinking of a woman named Yin, one can tell from her clothes that she is a woman who loves beauty. The jujube wood has a very beautiful grain and a natural golden ripple pattern.
Moreover, the material is heavy and hard, as well as resistant to corrosion, wear, and insects. In modern times, it is a material that can only be used in high-end furniture.
However, cutting down trees in the mountains doesn't cost a penny.
Moreover, Zhao Dashan wandered around for a long time before finding such a tree.
Some villagers disliked the jujube wood because it was too heavy, and the tree didn't seem to grow very tall. Back when every household needed to make tables, chairs, and benches, the jujube trees weren't very big then.
Now, Yin Lan has gotten lucky.
With these tables and chairs, they won't break down even after ten or twenty years.
Zhao Dashan chopped the tree about a dozen times, then gave it a gentle push, and the tree fell down.
The tree wasn't big, so he simply dragged it back and used his spare time to make tables, chairs, and benches for Yourun's wife.
That evening, the rice jar was full. The eldest son went out to pull weeds for a while, while the second son was called by Yin Lan to check the traps in the river. She guessed there were fish in them, so they could eat fish that night.
A short while later, Erwa returned carrying two large fish.
I was very lucky this time; the fish were much bigger than last time.
This time, Yin Lan made a braised fish, and the two children gathered around to watch, exclaiming, "There are so many ways to eat fish?"
"Eee-yah-yah~" Sometime during the night, the third child, who had been inside the house, stood by the door with bright eyes. His steps were unsteady, but he was determined to rush over and pounce on the pot.
"Hold onto Sanwa," Yin Lan instructed amidst her busy schedule.
The eldest and second children rushed over and hugged the third child together.
The three children's glistening saliva met in mid-air.
Sanwa thought his two older brothers were playing with him, and he laughed heartily, watching the spittle dripping from Yinlan's pot.
Having two gluttons at home is already a problem, but now that the third kid is starting to walk steadily, the bed can't hold him anymore. He just slides off the bed whenever he smells something delicious.
However, the third child is too young to eat braised fish, so Yin Lan still mixes eggs with water and steams it for ten or twenty minutes. If you add a little soy sauce, the taste is simply amazing.
However, the third child is not fortunate enough to eat it like this now. Steamed without adding anything, the original egg flavor, soft and smooth texture, is also very fragrant.
After being fed a bite, Sanwa smacked his lips and waved his hands frantically, as if to say, "Delicious, delicious, so delicious!"
The boy ate all the steamed egg custard made from two eggs.
Even the adult laborers in the village don't get this kind of food; Sanwa's meals are the best in the village.
Then the braised fish was ready. Yin Lan thought for a moment and, while the two children were taking care of the third child and not paying attention, she set aside a small piece of the fish.
After Sanwa finished eating, he refused to stay in bed, so Yinlan simply wrapped an old garment around his armpits and tied it to a wooden stick about half a person's height, so that he could practice walking.
Children in this era are raised more freely and are not treated as precious.
This way, it's actually quite safe. Sanwa himself likes it very much. After taking a few steps, he finds that he can't walk anymore. He laughs "ga ga ga" and cleverly turns back. He walks back and forth, in circles, and soon he becomes much more stable.
Yin Lan and her two children ate braised fish in silence, without saying a word.
Yin Lan adhered to the principle of not speaking while eating or sleeping, but the two children were so busy eating that they didn't have a chance to talk at all, their mouths glistening with oil.
"Big brother, do you want to study?" Yin Lan asked, trying to slow down the dried fish by talking to them, seeing that they were eating too fast.
"I don't want to," the older child answered instinctively.
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