Farming with kids: My deceased husband returns and I spoil him rotten.

Seeing that her shriveled cheeks were being padded, Shang Qing was still not satisfied, her brows furrowed.

"You're still too thin. People your age are usually more than a head taller than you."

It's just a calcium deficiency. If you can drink milk or take some calcium supplements, it should be fine.

Thinking of this, Shang Qing opened the system and searched for the medicines needed for children. After careful consideration, she selected a few that were reasonably priced and affordable to exchange for.

"Open your mouth."

"Mother, what did you give us to eat? Have you eaten?"

Looking at the small number of calcium tablets in his hand, Shang Qing shook his head and poured a handful of colorful calcium tablets into Gu Pan'er's palm.

This thing looked so much like candy that she didn't even think twice before stuffing it into her younger sister's mouth.

"It tastes exactly like hawthorn berries, where did you buy this candy, Mother?"

"I bought these especially for you, but they're too sweet and can cause tooth decay. You can only eat one a day."

The two children looked intently at the 'candy' in their hands, nodded, then wrapped it in waterproof oil paper and carefully put it into their room.

When they came out again, the two little ones were clutching their stomachs, looking at Shang Qing with anxious expressions.

Guessing that they were likely feeling hungry, Shang Qing picked up the bamboo baskets he had made earlier, fastened them together, and reinforced them with straw.

To make sure they wouldn't be swept away by the fish, he took the plant roots and some lard he had gathered from the ground and returned to the riverbank to throw them out.

"It will take a while. Why don't you have some water and go up the mountain with your mother to find some mushrooms and firewood?"

"it is good!"

Although the two little ones were hungry, they still drank two big gulps of water and obediently followed.

There were still quite a few things left on the mountain, but because of Lao Zong's previous assurance, she only took down the parts she needed.

Even so, it still took a lot of time.

"Mother, there seems to be movement in the water, shall we go and take a look?"

"be careful."

Shang Qing only said these four words before putting all the things he had brought down on the ground, sitting on the shore to rest and watch the two children.

They only smiled when they were holding three or four fish that were thicker than their arms.

"Let's go back and I'll cook you something delicious."

"It really works. We've eaten this fish before, and it was very fishy."

Shang Qing, who was still pondering how to deal with the fish, smiled upon hearing this and quickened her pace to walk home with her two children.

She dropped the heavy object, and before she could even speak, she saw a man dressed as a villager walking over from the other side.

"Mother, Shang Qing, as agreed, I'll come and fix your house."

"You are..." Shang Qing hadn't figured out who this person was yet, but noticing that the other person was staring at her woodshed, a guess formed in her mind. "Lao Zong?"

The other person nodded, then wiped the mud off their face with their sleeve, revealing somewhat familiar eyes.

Not wanting to expose the other party, Shang Qing could only nod and lead the child, who was still confused, to the front of the temporary stove.

“That’s Uncle Lao Zong over there. He came out to help us repair the house.”

"Then we'll go help too."

The two children immediately ran forward, helping to pass them wood from time to time, and quickly finished the outermost fence.

At roughly the same time, Shang Qing put the prepared fish into the pot and fried it until golden brown on both sides before adding ginger slices, scallions, and wild chili peppers that he had only discovered the day before.

After she finished cooking the three fish, she remembered that there was a sick person lying in the woodshed, so she could only use the leftover pot from the thatched hut to cook a pot of white porridge.

"Mom, we're done cooking. When can we eat?"

"Wait a little longer, Mom will put some flatbread on the side of the pot, and we can eat it when it's cooked."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pancakes were stuck to the side of the pot, their view blocked by a larger wooden board.

However, that thing didn't fit as well as the pot lid of the future, and the spicy aroma quickly spread throughout the entire house.

The child was already feeling hungry, and smelling the rich aroma, he kept swallowing his saliva as he stood beside the pot. He glanced at the pot and then looked at Shang Qing, hoping to get the answer he wanted.

Shang Qing remained silent until the rich, sweet aroma was tinged with the scent of corn, at which point he lifted the lid.

"It's ready to eat. Bring over the dishes and chopsticks that were washed today."

"Mother, I want the one with flowers, but can my little sister have the one with birds?"

Shang Qing nodded, then placed the food beside the pot and gave each person a freshly made spatula.

Overwhelmed by the aroma, the three of them didn't wait and immediately stuffed the food into their mouths.

"Be careful, it's hot. I added something to it, so it might be spicy."

"Wow! Water, Mommy, is there any water?"

Seeing Gu Nian'er screaming from the spiciness, Shang Qing immediately tore off a piece of the slightly cooled cornbread and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Chew it a couple more times."

Gu Nian'er chewed with her teeth as instructed, finally managing to suppress the spiciness. Turning her head, she saw two hands of different sizes snatching the remaining cornbread.

Having already taken a couple of bites, my stomach was no longer empty, and my senses returned.

The two children, seeing the bowl that was more than half gone and Shang Qing's empty bowl, immediately gathered around.

"Don't worry, Mom has food to eat."

"If this tasted like this in... it would cost at least this much. Are you going to sell this fish soup in the city?"

That's certainly a thought I've had, but now is not the time.

Shang Qing smiled helplessly, then placed her hands on the foreheads of the two children and rubbed them vigorously before pointing to the somewhat wilted seedlings in the corner.

"Mother, this pot of food needs all the ingredients, so please take good care of them and make sure they grow strong and healthy."

"Don't worry, Mother, we'll go take care of them right now."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

The two children nodded, clearly wanting to say something more, but were interrupted by the shrill crying of the children inside the room.

She wanted to put down her bowl to take care of her younger sister, but Shang Qing stopped her again.

"Your spicy food is too much for your sister to handle. Eat your food properly. When the rice porridge is ready, take a portion to the woodshed and bring the rest to Mother."

“It’s not enough for Mother to just eat porridge. Let’s each give half to her.”

Shang Qing shook his head and then went into the room.

After finally coaxing the child to finish the prepared formula, Shang Qing wanted to pour the cold porridge into his mouth, but then she thought of the days ahead and had to stop what she was doing.

We need to prepare the immortal brew for Liu the Scarface tomorrow, so we must do it as soon as possible.

Shang Qing could only quickly swallow the porridge and then quietly went to the back mountain to deal with the bamboo joints by himself.

After finally preparing tomorrow's portion, she dragged her tired body home.

The next day.

Upon hearing the knock, Shang Qing immediately went to the door and saw that it was Liu Bazi. He then pointed to the bamboo tubes that filled the corner of the room.

"Can I come with you? I want to buy some more fabric for the child; we don't have enough at home."