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

Song Yanzhi took the medicine bottle and didn't understand what Han Heming meant by giving her the medicine. The children didn't know why he was not feeling well, so didn't Han Heming know either?

Why would you need medicine for something like this?

Then he realized that you wouldn't use it there. He looked at Han Heming again and saw that Han Heming's face, neck and ears were all red, which further confirmed his idea.

His face also turned a little red, and he coughed to try to ease the embarrassment.

"Okay, I understand, get out."

"Sister Yanzhi, if it doesn't work, I'll come and give it to you in the evening."

Han Heming hurried out after he finished speaking, but this sentence made Song Yanzhi stand there in a daze.

He gave it to her?

Could it be that he was wrong?

This bottle of medicine is not used there?

Forget it, never mind, let’s eat first.

She hadn't eaten well in the morning, and the aroma of rice wafting from the square table made her stomach growl.

She stood up and saw three dishes and a soup on the square table: braised lamb, fried tofu with leeks, pork feet stewed with soybeans, and ginseng and black chicken soup.

Did Han Heming order this dish to nourish her body?

These dishes are all warming and nourishing, very suitable for women to eat after that. Thinking of the small medicine bottle, Song Yanzhi didn't know what to say.

Why is this man's behavior so weird? Or were all ancient people like this?

Song Yanzhi lay in bed for a day before she felt much better. In the evening, she got up. It was sunset, and the fiery red sun made the clouds in the sky glow red.

Patches of fiery clouds bloomed brilliantly in the sky, so beautiful to look at.

The jujube tree in the yard is laden with fruits, with half green and half red jujubes hanging on the tree.

Further away, two children were holding cabbage leaves and throwing them into the chicken, duck and goose pen.

"Big Boy, Second Boy, what do you want to eat tonight?"

The two children who were feeding the chickens heard Song Yanzhi's voice and ran towards her happily.

"Stepmother, are you feeling better? Are you going to cook for us?"

The two children looked at her with hope on their faces. They really didn't want their father to cook for them because the food was so unpalatable. Even the food they bought from the restaurant at noon was not as delicious as the food cooked by their stepmother.

"Your mother is just getting better, and you want her to cook for you? I'll cook tonight."

Han Heming came back from the vegetable yard holding Sanwa. It was August, and there were many vegetables in the yard, and they were almost harvested. He picked some ripe vegetables and put them in the cellar so that they could be eaten in winter.

"Let me cook. Big Boy and Little Boy, what do you want to eat tonight? Scrambled eggs with green onions?"

Song Yanzhi saw a bunch of green onions in the bamboo basket that Han Heming was carrying.

"Eat, stepmother, you've just recovered. We'll eat whatever you cook."

Whatever food the stepmother cooks tastes better than what the father cooks. As long as it is cooked by the stepmother, they are willing to eat it.

Song Yanzhi walked towards the kitchen, and Han Heming also walked in holding the third child.

"What are we going to eat tonight? I'll light the fire for you."

"You go take care of the three kids, and I'll cook by myself."

When the children were not around, the atmosphere between Song Yanzhi and Han Heming was a little awkward.

"Just let Big and Little take care of San Wa. Do you want to peel some green onions? I'll go peel them."

Han Hemin has always been a sensible person. He picked up a bunch of green onions and ran out of the kitchen with Sanwa in his arms.

He put the third child on the crib and asked the eldest and second children to take care of their younger brother, while he squatted beside them and peeled green onions.

Song Yanzhi emptied the rice, added water to the big iron pot, and poured the rice in. She didn't make glutinous rice today, but only used polished rice. She didn't eat well for breakfast and lunch, and she didn't want to torture her stomach again at night.

I went to the cellar and got another piece of beef, preparing to make another plate of stir-fried beef. Stir-fried beef and stir-fried chicken with green onions are both quick dishes, and it’s not too late to stir-fry them when the rice is cooked.

Han Heming peeled the green onions and walked in from the outer room. He saw Song Yanzi sitting in the kitchen making a fire. You didn't let him get up and took the knife to cut the green onions yourself.

"Does this beef need to be cut as well?"

"Yes, slice it thinly and I'll stir-fry it later."

Han Heming is not a good cook, but it may be because he has been hunting and cutting up prey for many years, so his knife skills are indeed good.

The beef slices he cut were thin and tender, making them easier to cook quickly when stir-fried.

"Cut some more chili peppers and ginger."

While someone was working, Songyan was sitting in the kitchen adding firewood to the pot. He didn't move at all and happily directed Han Heming to work.

Han Heming did not resist and did whatever Song Yanzhi said.

"Any more vegetables to chop?"

Han Heming placed the cut vegetables neatly in bowls and plates.

"No, by the way, what did your father say about our family's land?"

When Han Heming came back last night, he was in a bad mood, so Song Yanzhi didn't ask him. Then a series of things happened, and he didn't bother to ask Han Heming. Only now did he remember to ask.

"I have severed my father-son relationship with my father and gave the two acres of land to them."

After last night, Han Hemin has calmed down. His father has never been close to him since he was a child. Whether they are separated or not, it is actually the same. There is nothing to be sad about.

"Okay, but we don't have those two acres of land anymore, so we still need to buy some land."

Song Yanzhi didn't care about the two acres of land. He felt it was worth it to use the two acres of land to sever ties with the people in the Han family's old house.

But their family should still buy some land. The Red Moon Country values ​​scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans. Although farmers have a hard life, their status is not low. In the future, when the children in the family study and become promising and famous, they can also be called a family of farmers and scholars, which is extremely respectable.

Han Heming nodded. He had money and knowledge, but he was hunting all year round and had no time to take care of the farmland, so he just focused on planting the two acres of land he had.

"We can buy land, but there's no one in our family who farms it."

He couldn't stop hunting in the mountains just because he was farming, as hunting was their family's main source of income.

"We can rent out the land we bought. There are many families in the village who have little land and are living a tight life. We can give them some money or food and ask them to help us farm. I believe they will be very willing to do so.

You have land, and when your children go to school, if they have a bright future, you can be considered a farming and scholarly family, which will be good for their reputation."

Song Yanzhi was afraid that Han Heming didn't understand, so she told him what was in her mind. Han Heming's eyes lit up when he heard it. Song Yanzhi actually had such long-term plans for him and the child.

At the dinner table, the eldest and second sons ate the dishes cooked by Song Yanzhi with big mouthfuls. Before long, the two dishes on the table were eaten up.

The eldest and second children held their little bellies and lay in the third child's crib.

"Daddy, I'm so full, please rub it for me, rub it for me."

The two children looked at Han Heming with eager eyes as he had a bowl of rice but no vegetables to eat.

"Two idiots"

Han Heming was so angry that he laughed and cursed.