A car accident, our family of three crossed

At this time, Song Ning didn't know that a conspiracy against her had quietly begun.

When she brought Yangyang back home, Hang's mother was sitting in the yard, eating the cakes she brought back from Zhang Cuiju yesterday. Seeing them, she said nothing and retreated to her room.

Song Ning narrowed his eyes slightly. From yesterday till now, the old lady had been too quiet and unusual. Something must be wrong when things are unusual. Who knows what bad things the old lady is thinking. Song Ning felt that he had to be more careful to avoid falling into her trap.

Yangyang couldn't find his kitten, so he searched everywhere in the yard, and finally found it in the backyard vegetable garden, and took it back to the yard. Holding the kitten, he began to miss his father. He looked up at his mother and asked in a wronged tone: "Mom, when will Dad come back?"

"Do you miss daddy?" Song Ning squatted down and played with the kitten with him. It was unclear whether he was comforting him or comforting himself: "Daddy is so powerful, he will definitely be able to handle things quickly, and he will be back soon."

Yangyang nodded. He felt that his mother was right and his father would be back soon.

"Are you hungry? You play with the kitten here first, and mommy will go make breakfast for you." Song Ning touched his head, let him play with the kitten by himself, and got up and went to the kitchen.

"Little Li, little Li, daddy will be back soon, right?"

"Meow~~~" Xiaoli is the name Yangyang gave to the kitten. It seemed to understand and responded.

The conversation between Yangyang and Xiaomao made Song Ning pause. She sighed secretly, wondering whether Shuisheng and Qinglai had gained any information from going into the city. This feeling of losing contact made her feel very passive.

At noon, each family was preparing lunch at home. At the headman's house, the large ribs that Song Ning had brought in the morning were chopped into several pieces and stewed into a large pot of soup. After simmering over low heat for a whole morning, when the lid of the pot was opened, the rich aroma of bones and meat filled the air, overflowing from the kitchen and filling the entire yard, arousing the children's appetite.

"Mom, mom, it smells so good! What can I eat? I'm hungry." Erhuzi ran into the kitchen and stood beside the stove, sniffing the smell hard.

"You little greedy devil, it's still too early!" Little Wang scooped out a small bowl of soup and placed it on the small table in the yard. "Drink some soup first and blow on it more. Be careful of the heat."

Afterwards, she went to the well to fetch water to wash the wild vegetables she had brought back from He Li in the morning, intending to put them in the soup later.

There was a lot of dirt on the wild vegetables, so they needed to be washed repeatedly. He Wang came over and took over the work in her hands, saying, "I'll wash these. You go and get a bowl of soup for Shuheng's wife. If you go too late, they might have already eaten it."

"Oh! Okay, I'll go right away." Xiao Wang wiped the water stains on her hands on her apron and went straight to the kitchen.

She scooped a bowl of soup from the pot and put it in the food basket. She touched her cuffs and her heart started beating fast. To make sure everything was safe, she walked to the door and looked into the yard. She saw that He Wangshi was still washing vegetables by the well and would not come over for a while.

So she quickly returned, took out the paper bag she had brought back from He Li in the morning, opened it and poured the powder into the soup. The more nervous she was, the more her hands began to shake uncontrollably, and some of the powder spilled onto the stove, so she immediately grabbed a rag and wiped it off in a panic.

The village head and his youngest son He Chunsheng had just returned from working in the fields when they were attracted by the aroma of the bone soup. He Chunsheng ran into the kitchen following the smell.

"What's cooking in the pot that smells so good?"

"Ah--" He Chunsheng's sudden intrusion frightened the guilty little Wang so much that she screamed and turned around, still tightly holding the paper containing the powder in her hand.

This loud shout also frightened He Chunsheng, and he asked suspiciously: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? You shouted so loudly and scared me."

Little Wang, on the other hand, scolded him: "Uncle, you suddenly ran in and spoke loudly, you scared me!" She turned back while talking, turned her back to him, and stuffed the crumpled paper into her sleeve.

He Chunsheng was scolded and smiled awkwardly: "Hey! I came here by smelling the smell."

After washing the vegetables, He Wangshi brought them into the kitchen and slapped He Chunsheng on the back of his head, "You are already a grown man, and you are still making so much noise. Go wash your hands and feet."

He Chunsheng scratched his head and obediently went to the well to fetch water to wash his feet. He Wangshi turned back and told Xiao Wangshi to take the soup to the Hang family as soon as possible.

Little Wang covered the soup bowl and then covered the food basket with a clean cloth. "Mom, I'm going now."

All the way to the Hang family, in front of the gate, Xiao Wang paused, this step can not be taken back, she knew that doing this would be unfair to Song Ning, she had to do it for Tie Sheng. She exhaled a long breath, walked into the Hang family yard with heavy steps.

"Shuheng, wife, you haven't eaten yet, right?"

"I haven't eaten yet, why are you here, sister-in-law?"

"I'm bringing you a bowl of soup. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to make it in time for your meal. Now it's just right." Xiao Wang said as she walked straight into the main room and took out the bowl of soup from the food basket.

Song Ning didn't expect that she would actually bring soup over. She quickly took a soup bowl from the kitchen and poured out the soup that Xiao Wang had brought. "I told you not to worry about us, but why did you actually bring us soup?"

"I've cooked a big pot of soup! It's not a big deal to just send a bowl of soup over."

Xiao Wang's behavior was not very natural. It was impossible for her attitude towards him to change so easily. Song Ning just thought that this bowl of soup was sent by He Wang to ease the relationship between the two families, so he did not think about it in other ways.

Hang's mother, who was in the room, heard the noise and came out. Her eyes stayed on the bowl of soup for a while before she moved away. She left without saying anything.

After Hang's mother left, Xiao Wang stared at the bowl of soup, feeling a little anxious. She couldn't help but urge, "Well, drink some soup while it's hot!"

Song Ning said, "Don't worry, I have rice steaming in the pot. When the rice is cooked, I will stir-fry some vegetables and then we can eat. It won't be too late to drink later."

Little Wang didn't expect Song Ning to say this. She was stunned for a moment, and her mind raced, "You have to drink a sip anyway, so that I can know if my stew is good or not. If it's not tasty, I can improve it next time."

Song Ning was a little amused when he heard this: "I can tell it's delicious just by the smell. Okay, sister-in-law, wait a moment, I'll go get a bowl." Soon, a small bowl was brought back, and Song Ning filled it with a small bowl of soup and blew away the hot air gently.

Little Wang looked at Yangyang who was playing with the kitten nearby and said, "Give Yangyang a bowl too!"

Song Ning shook his head and said, "No, if we let him drink the soup now, he won't eat properly later."

Little Wang thought to herself that a three-year-old kid wouldn't do anything wrong, so it didn't matter. She turned around and saw that the heat from the soup that Song Ning blew had dissipated a lot, so she urged, "It shouldn't be hot anymore, try it now!"

"Yeah, okay." Song Ning scooped up a spoonful with a spoon, blew on it, and then brought it to his lips.

Little Wang felt her heart was about to beat out of her throat. She dared not breathe and just held her breath, watching Song Ning drink that small spoonful of soup into his stomach.