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

In the kitchen, the beef lungs, beef tendons, beef intestines and all the beef offal were cleaned thoroughly by Han Heming.

"Let's make beef offal hotpot. Go and invite the village chief and his family, as well as the young man who helped you carry the cow yesterday, to our house. I'll prepare two tables of food to thank them."

"Okay, Grandpa Jiu should be dealing with Han Lao Er's affairs today. Someone will definitely come to call us soon. After I finish dealing with his affairs, I will come back to help you cook."

"It's okay, go do your thing, I can do it alone."

She likes cooking and is not afraid of it. It’s just two tables of food, which is not a big deal for her.

Song Yanzhi rolled up her sleeves and prepared to make breakfast first. After breakfast, she would prepare the dishes to be fried at noon.

She lifted the lid of the pot and found that Han Heming had already prepared breakfast, including corn porridge and hot buns for dinner.

The porridge was just a little thick, but being proactive in cooking deserves praise.

Since she didn't have to make breakfast, she rolled up her sleeves again, took a shovel and went to shovel the snow.

"It's cold outside, I can shovel the snow by myself, you just go inside."

In Han Heming's mind, it was already extremely hard work for Song Yanzhi to help him take care of three children, cook, make clothes and manage the household. He would not let Song Yanzhi do other things that he could do himself.

"It's okay. If you don't say you'll be called later, won't someone come to call you? Let's quickly freeze the beef and have breakfast so you can go to the village early."

The two men worked much faster and soon buried all the beef in the snow. In addition to beef, many vegetables stored in the cellar were also taken out and buried in the snow.

They went into the house to have breakfast together. After breakfast, Han Heming took the initiative to wash the dishes and went to the village without waiting for anyone to call him.

It was cold and the children didn't want to get up early. The eldest and second child woke up but were unwilling to get dressed and get up. Song Yanzhi didn't force them to get up.

I went to the kitchen behind the main hall and washed and cut the vegetables for lunch.

Yesterday, many young men helped her family carry the cows, and she also wanted to invite Su and the village chief's family to her house for dinner.

She thought for a moment and prepared to cut out the dishes for three tables first, one table for women and children, and two tables for men. The women should be the village chief's family and Su. Su's daughter was still young, and it was snowing heavily outside, so she might not be able to come.

At noon, a group of people followed Han Heming to his house. As she expected, Su did not come. At the village chief's house, only the village chief and his two sons came. None of the women and children came.

She was cooking in the kitchen and could hear clearly what the men were saying in the main room.

"Han Lao Er is still trying to argue, refusing to admit that he pushed Heming. Can he get away with that? We all have sharp eyes."

A high-pitched male voice sounded in the main room. Song Yanzhi vaguely remembered that the man who spoke was also surnamed Han, and seemed to be of the same generation as Han Heming's father. Han Heming called him Uncle Eleven.

"This Han Lao Er is too cruel. Heming is his brother, but he still has the heart to kill him. Fortunately, Heming is good at fighting, otherwise... breaking his leg would be too easy for him."

If his father had not said that there could not be a person who killed his brother in Hongshi Town, he really wanted to send Han Laoer to the government office, sentence him and make him do hard labor for a few years.

"Uncle Han, your board was indeed a little light today. If I were to hold the board, Han Lao Er's legs would definitely smash him into two pools of flesh."

Thinking of Han Laoer's cruelty, he felt unsatisfied even though Han Laoer's legs were beaten to a bloody mess today.

"Wang Gousheng, come on, are you as strong as our Uncle Han? Look at your stick-like body. You'll fall down if the wind blows."

The group of people changed the topic as they were talking. Song Yanzhi was very happy. If Han Laoer's leg was really broken, the people in the Han family's old house would know about their viciousness, and someone would punish them, so they would restrain themselves.

Since no women came, Song Yanzhi only cooked dishes for two tables out of the table she prepared. The dishes she prepared were very rich, including beef offal soup, boiled pork slices, roasted venison, steamed fish, dry pot chicken with pork intestines, braised prawns, red stewed meat, and knife-head meat.

She always cooked large portions. Men loved to eat meat and drink wine with big mouthfuls, so she didn't prepare any vegetarian dishes. She only cooked meat dishes so that the men, who could only eat a few pounds of meat all year round, could eat to their heart's content.

I closed my eyes and entered November. The snow outside had never stopped since it started snowing in September. The snow outside the house was getting deeper day by day.

The snow was heavy and Han Heming could not go up the mountain to hunt, so he stayed at home with his children every day.

On this day, the family gathered around the stove to roast sweet potatoes and chestnuts, and the sound of birds singing could be heard outside.

"Why are there still birds flying here at this time of year?"

Song Yanzhi was puzzled and asked. Han Heming was a hunter and he must know what kind of birds came out at this time of year.

When she looked at Han Heming, Han Heming also had a puzzled look on his face, which showed that he had never seen it before.

Birds are afraid of the cold. In winter, there are very few birds left in the north. They all fly south early.

"I'll go out and see."

When Han Heming opened the door, he saw a big black bird circling and singing around his house. He was afraid that the cold wind would blow into the house, so he closed the door.

The bird seemed to understand human nature. When it saw someone coming out, it stopped singing and landed in the snow-covered yard.

Han Heming narrowed his eyes and saw that there seemed to be a bamboo tube on the right foot of the stopped big bird. He walked towards the big bird.

The big bird was not afraid of him and did not move at all. Han Heming reached out and touched the big bird's head. The big bird also rubbed Han Heming's palm affectionately.

Han Heming half-knelt in the snow, letting the big bird rub against him, and with his other hand he removed the bamboo tube tied to the big bird's leg.

The bamboo tube can be opened. Han Heming took out a small piece of paper from the bamboo tube. Suddenly, he felt a chill all over his body. The big bird that was originally close to him jumped a few steps away in fright.

Han Heming tore the note into pieces, took out a few red fruits from his arms and placed them in his palm. The big bird that had just run away immediately ran back to his side and swallowed the fruits.

After eating the fruit, Han Heming touched the big bird's head.

"Go."

He merely opened his lips without making any sound, but the big bird seemed to understand, spread its big wings, hummed softly, and flew into the air.

When Han Heming entered the house again, the coldness on his body had dissipated and he returned to his usual appearance.

"How is it? Did you see clearly what kind of bird it was?"

Song Yanzhi had just finished feeding the third child goat milk and was picking up a cotton handkerchief to wipe the milk stains from the corners of the child's mouth.

Her expression was gentle, and her eyes were full of tenderness. When Han Heming saw this, his eyes warmed a little.

"Big boy, second boy, go to the kitchen and look after your brother. I have something to talk to your mother about."

Han Heming held the third child and took the eldest and second children to his room.