[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

"Stepmother, you really don't understand my father."

Da Wa looked so naive, which made Song Yanzhi laugh.

Breakfast arrived quickly, but the steamed egg soup was too watery, not like egg custard, but more like egg soup.

Not to mention corn tortillas, they can only be described as corn cakes.

Song Yanzhi didn't dislike it and took a sip of the steamed egg.

"Mm, it's delicious."

But I still didn't believe what Song Yanzhi said. I looked at Song Yanzhi, then at his father, hardened my heart, and took a small sip of the steamed egg.

“So salty…”

He howled in pain, stuck out his tongue and spat out the steamed egg in his mouth, then frantically looked around for water to drink.

Erwa, like his brother, both children stuck out their tongues. Song Yanzhi handed the water to the two children, and he tried hard to hold back his smile.

"Why is your food so salty?"

"Stepmother, this is too salty."

Da Wa drank several mouthfuls of water and looked at Song Yanzhi with a resentful look on his face.

"I think it's okay, it's delicious."

He picked up a piece of tortilla with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. He had to do so because the egg custard was too salty.

Han Heming looked at the three people in confusion, and took a big sip of the egg custard. She looked grim and forced herself to swallow the egg custard.

"Does it taste good?"

Song Yanzhi looked at Han Heming with a smile, and Han Heming seemed embarrassed.

"I think I added salt twice. This egg custard is too salty to eat. I'll go make some rice porridge."

He blushed slightly, trying to ease the embarrassment.

"Okay, by the way, when you cook the porridge, make it a little thicker. There's also beef I braised last night in the well water. Put it on top of the porridge to warm it up."

As soon as Han Heming left, the eldest and second children came to Song Yanzhi.

"Stepmother, my brother said that Daddy's cooking is not tasty, and it turns out it's true."

It’s strange to say, he never thought that his father’s cooking was bad before, but after eating his stepmother’s cooking for a while, he felt that his father’s cooking was not tasty anymore. Erwa didn’t understand.

"Humph, I've already told you, but my stepmother just doesn't want to believe it."

Big Brother drank several sips of water before he felt that his mouth was less salty, and said angrily.

"I don't disbelieve it, but I'm sick and your dad is the only one who can cook. You should praise him more and let him improve his cooking skills. Otherwise, next time I get sick again, we'll still have to eat awful food."

The two children were stunned by Song Yanzhi's trick.

"I see."

When Han Heming brought the cooked porridge, the two children praised him highly, which greatly boosted Han Heming's confidence and made him feel very proud.

"Big boy and second boy, tell dad what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you at noon."

"Isn't my mother going to cook lunch after noon?"

The two children thought that after praising their father, they would not have to suffer from his abuse at noon. However, they did not expect that they would have to eat the meal cooked by their father at noon. His face was more bitter than the bitter gourd in June.

"Yes, your father will cook lunch again. I'm not feeling well, so I went back to my room to lie down."

After finishing her meal, Song Yanzhi pushed the dishes aside and walked towards her room. It was not that she wanted to be lazy, but her body was too tender and she felt sore all over.

Han Heming looked at the closed door with a frown. It was all his fault. Sister Yanzhi was too young to bear it.

"Big Boy, Second Boy, Daddy is going to town later. Can I send you to your Aunt Su's house to stay for half a day?"

"Dad, please lock the gate when you go out. My brother and I will just stay in the yard and play."

Ever since the stepmother came into the family, Da Wa no longer liked going to Aunt Su's house.

"What about Sanwa? What if he gets hungry and cries?"

Han Hemin is very worried about the behavior of Da Wa and the other three children at home.

"Please feed your little brother before Daddy leaves. If he pees, I will change his diaper."

Although the eldest child is so young, he is no weaker than any adult when it comes to taking care of the third child.

"Okay, then you guys stay home obediently. I'll try not to disturb you. Stepmother will let him rest."

"Are you going to town to get medicine for your stepmother?"

My stepmother is sick, and when she is sick, she has to go to town to get medicine.

"right"

When Han Heming walked out of the pharmacy, his face was flushed. The old doctor's look of advising him to be restrained was still vivid in his mind. It was really embarrassing.

When there was a knock on the door, the sun was shining brightly outside.

"Sister Rouge, I'm here to bring you food."

It was Han Heming's voice. In front of the children, Song Yanzhi did not show any opinion about Han Heming. Now she was in the room, hearing Han Heming's voice and thinking of the pain in her body, she really didn't want to pay any attention to him.

Seeing that Song Yanzhi had not responded for a long time, Han Heming pushed open Song Yanzhi's door. It was broad daylight and Song Yanzhi's room was not locked, so Han Heming opened it with a light push.

Song Yanzhi didn't want to pay attention to Han Heming. She saw him pushing the door with his eyes closed, looking like he was fast asleep.

Han Heming packed up the food from the restaurant and heated it up at home, placed it on the dining table in the room, and walked towards Song Yanzhi's bed.

"Sister Rouge, wake up, it's time for lunch."

He bent over and gently shook Song Yanzhi who was sleeping on the bed. Song Yanzhi's eyes were closed tightly, and when Han Heming pushed her, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Han Heming took a look and realized that Song Yanzhi was pretending to be asleep.

Don't want to pay attention to him?

He himself did not offend Sister Yanzhi.

cough.

of course.

Except last night.

Thinking of the reason why Song Yanzhi was sleeping here, his ears and face turned red again. He leaned over again, moving his body closer to Song Yanzhi.

"Sister Yanzhi is mad at me? It's all my fault. Sister Yanzhi can punish me however she wants, but you can't skip meals."

The more he spoke, the lower his body became, and gradually his mouth was close to Song Yanzhi's ear.

Song Yanzhi was pretending to be asleep. She felt Han Heming's body getting closer and closer to her. Her body became very stiff and a blush crept up her cheeks.

When she felt Han Heming's breathing in her ear, she felt her face flush and her heart beat fast. Damn, although she did not reject matters between men and women, her current position was too disadvantageous. She was on the bed.

Song Yanzhi stretched out her hand, pretended to stretch, pushed Han Heming away, and pretended to have just woken up.

"Hey, why are you in my room?"

Han Heming also stood up straight.

"I was just outside calling Sister Yanzhi to have dinner. Sister Yanzhi didn't answer me, so I pushed the door open without permission. Sorry.

I've put the food on the table, Sister Yanzhi, please eat some while it's hot. Also..."

A look of hesitation flashed across his face, and he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.

"This is the medicine I bought for Sister Yan Zi. I haven't had a chance to apply it yet. It can relieve some of the pain."

After Han Heming finished speaking, his face turned red as if blood could drip out.

"What kind of medicine is this?"