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

The third child was only a little over ten days old. He wore a red bellyband and slept on Su's bed. When Song Yanzhi came, she was afraid that the child would be hot, so she brought an oil-paper umbrella.

The child had few hairs on his head, so she took a piece of cloth to cover Dizi, opened an oil-paper umbrella, and then took the eldest and second child back.

Seeing how carefully she took care of the child, Mrs. Su's face was full of smiles.

"Big Baby, Second Baby, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Rice"

Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes

The scrambled eggs with tomatoes that Song Yanzhi made in the morning were sweet and sour and delicious, and the two children couldn’t get enough of them.

Song Yanzhi was a little surprised that Da Wa would take the initiative to talk to him just for a bite of food.

"How about you pick tomatoes and eggs?"

"I go"

When Da Wa heard that there was something delicious to eat, he stopped arguing with Song Yanzhi, ran to the kitchen, got a bamboo basket, and ran to the vegetable garden.

Song Yanzhi placed the third child on the cool bed in the main room. The bed was also made of bamboo. The skin of a newborn baby was delicate, so Song Yanzhi first spread a thin blanket on the bed before placing the child on it.

"Erwa, I'm going to cook. Can you take care of your brother?"

As she spoke, she took out a piece of crispy candy and handed it to Erwa. This crispy candy was a snack she bought for the children when she went to town in the morning.

Erwa wanted to go pick vegetables with his brother. Song Yanzhi gave him a piece of candy, but he thought the candy was delicious and was unwilling to go pick vegetables for the sake of the candy.

After Song Yanzhi settled the two younger ones, she was worried about the older one, so she went to the vegetable garden in the back.

It was a hot day, and the five-year-old child was picking tomatoes with his little butt sticking out. She felt sorry for the child being hot, so she went to the vegetable garden herself.

"You go to the main room and take care of your brother. I'll pick some vegetables. There are some crispy candies on the table. I just gave one to your brother. You can take one too."

Han Heming's vegetable garden may have been taken care of by his wife in the past. After his wife passed away, the vegetable garden may have been left unattended, and many of the tomatoes in it have ripened and cracked.

There are beans growing on the bean racks. Many of them have turned white and yellow and are old.

And the peppers have become a lot redder, and many of the juicy green cucumbers have grown into old yellow cucumbers.

Song Yanzhi picked all the ripe and cracked tomatoes, and also picked a handful of long beans, and made a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and minced meat with beans for lunch.

There were too many vegetables in the vegetable garden and they could not be eaten all at once. It would be impossible to let them continue to grow. Song Yanzhi planned to clean up the vegetable garden after lunch.

For example, long beans can be picked and washed, and then pickled into sour beans, or blanched and dried to make dried beans, which can be stored for any length of time.

Song Yanzhi didn't use a big pot for lunch. In addition to two large earthen pots, Han Heming's kitchen also had two small stoves. The small stoves could burn firewood or charcoal, which was more convenient than the large earthen pots.

She lit a few small wooden sticks and put them in the small stove, washed the fine rice, put it on the pot of the small stove, and cooked rice.

Song Yanzhi thought that refined rice was too expensive in this era. She had promised her children rice today. In the future, when she cooked, she would still add some millet, beans, sweet potatoes and other coarse grains and mix them together for the children to eat.

One small stove was used to burn fire, and the other small stove was used to cook. The meal was cooked very quickly. The two children in the main room heard Song Yanzhi shouting.

"Big boy, second boy, the meal is ready. Wash your hands and have dinner."

The two children hurried to fetch water from the water tank to wash their hands, and then went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks.

"Is it tasty?"

Seeing the two little guys wolfing down their food in front of her, Song Yanzhi knew how delicious the food she cooked was.

"It's delicious. The food cooked by my stepmother is the best."

Erwa raised his little face from the bowl and smiled sweetly at Song Yanzhi. This child is so good at pleasing others.

"Call me mother, Big Baby, is the meal delicious?"

Han Dawa kept his head buried in the bowl and ate silently. When Song Yanzhi asked him about it, he looked up and glared at Song Yanzhi.

"Han Dawa, I want to hear the truth. If you don't tell me the answer after we finish eating, I will ask your father to cook when he comes back."

Dawa snorted, wanting to say that Song Yanzhi was a bad woman, but he was also afraid that Song Yanzhi would really ask his father to cook. His father could only make bacon soup, which was fishy, ​​salty and hard to chew. Every time he ate the food his father cooked, Han Dawa felt like his teeth were about to be pulled out.

He doesn't want to eat the food his father cooks.

"good to eat"

He buried his head in the bowl and said two words in a muffled voice.

"What? I didn't hear you?"

Song Yanzhi deliberately teased the little guy.

"Brother, your voice is too soft, stepmother didn't hear it."

Han Dawa's face puffed up with anger again, but when he looked at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table, he felt that the food cooked by this bad woman was even more delicious than that cooked by his mother.

"good to eat."

"Well, you're so good. I'll make dumplings for you guys tonight, okay?"

When they went to the town in the morning, Han Heming cut half a pound of pork. Han Heming was a hunter and had a lot of meat at home. Even in this season, there were a lot of bacon hanging in the kitchen.

The two children didn't like pork, and because the weather was hot, Han Heming didn't buy much meat.

Song Yanzhi used some of the minced meat and green beans at noon, and the remaining part was cooled by her with well water, which was enough for making dumplings in the evening.

"What are stepmother dumplings?"

Han Erwa had never eaten dumplings before, so he asked curiously.

"Dumplings are flatbreads. Does Erwa like flatbreads?"

"I love it. Flatbread is delicious."

After the three of them had finished their meal, Song Yanzhi picked up the bowls and chopsticks and went to the well to wash them. There was a well in the Han family's yard, so it was very convenient to use water.

"Stepmother, my brother is awake. I'm going to milk the goat."

She had just finished washing the pots and pans when Han Dawa ran out from the main room.

Da Wa likes the ewe and lamb very much. When the ewe was first bought, he took the initiative to go to the vegetable garden to pick sweet potato vines for the ewe to eat.

Song Yanzhi had no children in her previous life. As soon as she picked up her third child from the bed, she saw a large map drawn on the thin quilt on the bed.

The little girl's bellyband was also wet with urine, but she didn't cry. She looked at her with her big eyes rolling around. Song Yanzhi was so happy that she couldn't help but touch the child's face with her fingers.

"Erwa, do you know where your brother's clothes are?"

Han Heming left home in a hurry and didn't explain everything to her clearly.

"I know. It's in Daddy's room. I'll get it."

Song Yanzhi changed Sanwa's clothes and washed his butt. The thin quilt on the cool bed was wet, so she put a small quilt on it, stuffed a diaper into him, and then put Sanwa back on the bed.

"Little guy, stop wetting the bed, or you'll have no place to sleep."

Just now when the second child went to get clothes for the third child, Song Yanzhi went with him to see. It seemed that Han Heming's wife was not very good at sewing. She didn't prepare many clothes and quilts for the children, which was not enough at all.

Song Yanzhi thought that it was more important to use the fabric she bought in the morning to make two small quilts for the children.

I just washed all the fabrics I bought this morning, and now they are dry, perfect for use.

"Erwa, is there any cotton at home?"