In the blink of an eye, it is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve.
Every household had to send one or two people to the canteen to make glutinous rice cakes. Su's mother and Wen Li volunteered, mainly because they wanted to listen to gossip.
Because the news that Ho Tung had a son outside spread like wildfire.
For this reason, some old women even went to the Social Work Temple to chat with Zhao Moli with good intentions, but in fact they were trying to find out the truth.
"Love your country, I brought two eggs to your daughter-in-law. Women need to take good care of themselves during the confinement period, otherwise they won't have enough milk to feed the baby."
The speaker may not have intended it, but the listener may have taken it seriously.
Zhao Moli found that He Wu had lost a lot of weight in just a few days.
I heard that he weighed 6.62 catties when he was born, but now when he is held in his arms, he is not much different from He Wen.
"What should I do? The child doesn't have enough milk and has lost a lot of weight."
"What can I do? We've got delicious food and drinks, like pig's trotter soup and crucian carp soup. Everything is ready."
"Who doesn't want to, but my family doesn't have the conditions."
"These are all for milk production. If you can't bear to give them up, then I can't help you. Hey, you have it. Ask your son to massage his wife. Maybe she'll produce more milk."
"Auntie Hai, can you massage it? How can a grown man like He Dong do it? What if it hurts Xiumei?"
"Okay, then I'll go inside and give her all the milk."
Aunt Hai finally entered the inner room as she wished.
At a glance, there were three babies on the bed, and their eyes suddenly lit up.
She recognized the darkest one at the edge. It was He Min. Zhao Moli often carried her on her back to go to work.
The child that Li Xiumei is holding while humming is probably her biological child, so the one next to He Min... is probably the illegitimate child that everyone is talking about.
"He Dongjia, let me massage you, you will have more milk."
Li Xiumei was stunned when she saw the woman brought in by Zhao Moli reaching out to take off her clothes and saying she wanted to massage her.
"No, I have enough milk."
"What do you mean by 'enough'? Haven't you seen that He Wu has lost a lot of weight? He just keeps feeding this little girl every day." Zhao Moli's patience was almost worn out.
"You'll feed whoever's belly you crawled out of." Li Xiumei said without even raising her eyelids.
Aunt Hai stood aside, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible so that she could eat melons quietly.
Maybe Zhao Moli's voice was too loud and woke He Wu up.
The little guy pouted and started crying.
"Oh, grandma's dear grandson, don't cry, I'll give you something delicious to eat later."
After saying that, Zhao Moli brought in a bowl of millet porridge, with a layer of oil on the surface.
Regardless of whether He Wu liked it or not, he directly poured the rice soup on top into He Wu's mouth.
"Eat quickly, or you'll starve to death. Don't expect to be full by drinking milk."
He Wu choked a few times, but still drank it all.
Zhao Moli finally breathed a sigh of relief. "It's all just pretentiousness. Even shit smells good after a few meals of starvation."
Seeing that the melon had been eaten, Aunt Hai quickly stood up and said goodbye, "He who loves the country, since your daughter-in-law doesn't need my help, I will leave first. I still have to rush to the canteen to make glutinous rice cakes."
As soon as I walked out of the Social Work Temple, I ran excitedly to the cafeteria to share what I saw and heard with everyone.
Su Family~
Cheng Fangyi and Su Che were making dumplings, glutinous rice cakes, and fried twisted dough sticks in the basement, with Su Qianshan and Su Qianfan helping them.
I originally wanted to cook it in the kitchen, but last time a villager was cooking chicken soup in a clay pot at home and was reported by his enemy. Suddenly, the town became stricter about cooking in private rooms.
They also often launch surprise attacks, causing panic among the people.
Daya, Erya and Qianya are learning needlework.
Several little girls learned it very well, and even used needles to pick their hair from time to time.
Su Qing asked them why they did this.
They said they didn't know, but they saw Su's mother and Wenli doing needlework in the same way, so they learned it.
"Second sister, please help me embroider a small beard on it."
"San Ya, your second sister can only do simple mending now, and can't embroider anything yet. Wait for your aunt to come back and ask her to make it for you. Be good and go play with Si Ya."
San Ya is not giving up on you and asks everyone one by one.
"Big sister does it."
"My eldest sister can't do it either."
"Cousin Qianya did it."
"Neither does my cousin."
Finally, she stopped in front of Su Qing. Before Su Qing could speak, she sighed and said, "Oh, forget it. Mother won't do it even more. I'm going to find someone with money to play with. If you have money, here I come."
Su Qing hugged Si Ya, feeling both amused and helpless.
Si Ya thought San Ya was playing with her, so she stretched out her little hand to grab her clothes, but she missed and pouted, wanting to cry.
"Si Ya, Dad is here." Cheng Fangyi reached out and hugged Si Ya.
Su Qing shook her arms, which were almost numb. Holding a child was really hard work. "Put Si Ya in the stroller. She's a heavyweight now."
Si Ya is almost six months old.
She looked just like an eight-month-old baby, and Su Qing was worried that Si Ya would be overnourished.
When Si Ya heard this, she became unhappy and held Cheng Fangyi's collar tightly with both hands and refused to let go.
Cheng Fangyi burst out laughing, "No, I like holding Si Ya."
Si Ya grinned, saliva flowing down, and she did not forget to show the small tooth in her lower alveolar socket.
A loving father often spoils his son...
The New Year’s Eve reunion dinner is coming soon.
The reunion dinner was eaten in the living room, with the whole family sitting around it, and Si Ya sitting in the baby high chair specially made by Cheng Fangyi.
The New Year’s Eve dinner was prepared by Su Qing and Cheng Fangyi.
Steamed sea bass, roast chicken with chestnuts, braised pork with pork belly, winter melon with dried shrimps, stir-fried lotus root with meat, stir-fried cauliflower, oil-drenched lettuce, pig's trotters with peanuts, stewed pork ribs with potatoes, and braised pork.
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