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

Han Heming's house is the most imposing one in Hongya Village.

A main house with five rooms made of mud walls and two rooms on each side form a small courtyard of 80 square meters, which is surrounded by mud walls. It is kept clean and tidy, which shows the diligence of the owner.

Song Yanzhi walked into the yard and was led by Han Heming to the room on the far right. The room was very simple, with a wooden bed, a one-meter-high double-door wooden cabinet, and a square table with two small wooden stools.

"Would you like to live in this room? After breakfast, I'll go to town and buy a mosquito net and a mat. I'll also buy you a few feet of cloth to make you two sets of clothes."

When Song Yanzhi came out of the Song family, she was wearing nothing but a brown-gray shirt that had been washed to a pale color. Han Heming had noticed this carefully.

Song Yanzhi felt a little embarrassed. She had never lived like this even when she was the poorest in her previous life. Now that she had traveled through time, she was living like this, which was really embarrassing for her.

"Thank you, Brother Han."

"You're welcome. You take a break first. I'll go get some food. Brown rice and pork soup, please?"

Han Heming is not very good at borrowing food. Since his wife passed away, he has been cooking for his children every day in this way.

"I'll go cook."

In her previous life, Song Yanzhi was not only a fashion designer, but also a food blogger. Besides her work, her biggest hobby was cooking.

Since I have promised Han Heming to take care of his child, I might as well start with this breakfast.

"Do you two have anything you'd like to eat?"

She looked at the two children in Han Heming's arms.

Han Dawa snorted coldly and turned his head away. He didn't want to talk to a bad woman.

"I want to eat tomatoes and eggs."

The second child in Han Heming's arms was sucking his fingers. Daddy got up in the morning and took the little brother away. He was already hungry.

"Are there tomatoes and eggs at home?"

Song Yanzhi asked Han Heming.

"There are a lot of vegetables growing in the backyard. I think there are tomatoes and eggs. We have brown rice, sweet potato noodles, bean noodles, and bacon at home. What can you cook?"

"There is a vegetable garden. I'll go take a look in the vegetable garden first."

Passing through the back building next to the main house, there is a vegetable yard of more than 200 square meters. It is the end of June now, and peppers, beans and tomatoes are hanging happily on the branches in the vegetable yard.

Song Yanzhi walked into the vegetable garden and picked a few red tomatoes and a handful of peppers.

She planned to make brown rice porridge, lend the children a dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fry bacon with green peppers, and make some sweet potato pancakes with sweet potato flour.

"By the way, where's Sanwa? He's still sleeping. How is he supposed to eat?"

Song Yanzhi used a gourd ladle to scoop up half a ladle of brown rice, washed it with water, put it into a large iron pot to cook porridge, and talked to Han Heming who was making fire in the kitchen.

"I sent him to my eldest cousin's house and will bring him back in the evening."

Mrs. Su from his eldest cousin's family was in confinement after giving birth. The third child had lost his mother since birth and was crying with hunger. He shamelessly sent half a head of wild boar meat to his eldest cousin's family and asked Mrs. Su to help take care of the child.

He sent the child there during the day and brought him back at night.

“But Brother Han Ming’s family?”

Song Yanzhi searched her memory for the elder brother Han Heming mentioned. In her memory, Han Ming's father and Han Duotian had the same grandfather, and by Han Heming's generation, they were cousins ​​who had not yet given birth to five children.

It was heard that Han Ming's wife, Su, gave birth to a little girl a few days ago. Han Heming sent the child to Su for breastfeeding.

"It's no use keeping the child with someone else. Do you have any money left? Let's buy a ewe that just gave birth and bring the lamb home to raise."

In this era, people were poor and the food was not good. Song Yanzhi was afraid that Su would not have enough milk to feed two children.

Besides, it is not a good idea to have your own child taken care of by others all the time.

"Can I give goat milk to my child? I'm afraid it will cause diarrhea."

Han Heming had heard that wealthy families would let their children drink goat's milk. When his eldest child was born, his son was weaned from breast milk. He felt sorry for his son and brought back a ewe. As a result, the child got diarrhea after drinking goat's milk.

After having three children, even though they had no breast milk, he never thought of letting them drink goat milk.

"Yes, of course. Squeeze the goat's milk, boil it, and let it cool before giving it to the child.

You said the child had diarrhea, but didn't you boil the goat milk in the pot?"

Raw goat milk contains bacteria, which the human body cannot adapt to. It needs to be sterilized at high temperature before it can be consumed by humans.

"That's right, no wonder I said that the rich family gave their children goat milk and they weren't worried about their children getting diarrhea.

I know someone who has ewes, and when I get back from town, I'll go buy some."

They are going to the town later. Sanwa is still young and it is not convenient to carry him with them. Han Heming plans to come back from the town and pick up Sanwa.

"What are you doing?"

Song Yanzhi beat two eggs, heated oil in a pan, and put the beaten eggs into the pan, the aroma filled the air.

The eldest boy, who was sitting in Han Heming's arms, was attracted by the fragrance and drooled with greed. He had long forgotten to ignore the bad woman and said the first words to Song Yanzhi.

"I'll make you some scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes are sweet and sour and delicious, and are the dish that will win the hearts of children the most.

Han Dawa had been raised by his father for a few days. Han Heming didn't know how to cook, and the child almost forgot what the smell of rice was.

“Are scrambled eggs with tomatoes delicious?”

Han Dawa had never eaten scrambled eggs with tomatoes. When his mother was alive, she only boiled eggs and let him eat raw tomatoes. He didn't like the taste of raw tomatoes and thought they were disgusting.

"Do you want to try it?"

Song Yanzhi took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a scrambled egg and put it into Han Dawa's mouth.

"I want to eat too."

Han Erwa was a little anxious when he saw that his stepmother fed eggs to his brother but not to him.

"Okay, both are available."

Song Yanzhi fed each of the two children a spoonful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"good to eat."

Han Erwa smiled as he ate. Han Dawa didn't say anything, but his face was no longer angry.

"Eat later, the meal will be ready soon."

Song Yanzhi also fried green peppers and bacon, and the family had breakfast.

The brown rice porridge was really rough. Song Yanzhi felt that it was spicy to her throat and she couldn't eat it. She only ate half a bowl and stopped.

Han Heming and his two children ate happily. They finished a big pot of porridge and two dishes, leaving only half a sweet potato cake.

"Is there any place in town that sells fine rice and white flour? I'll go buy some later. It's not good for the children to always feed them whole grains."

Han Heming had noticed that Song Yanzhi had not eaten much, and he nodded to show that he understood.

In the past, the family also bought fine rice and white flour. After his wife passed away, he always worried about the third child and neglected the eldest and second children. He never thought that it would be bad for the children to eat coarse grains for a long time.

Han Heming collected the dishes on the table and took them to the well to wash. When Song Yanzhi saw this, she thought Han Heming was a really good man with a sharp eye. It was his previous wife who was unlucky.