When you wear it, it becomes a "mother"

The midwife took a few steps to pick up the baby, and then wanted to hand it over to Tang Yue.

Tang Yue rubbed his hands together, with an embarrassed expression on his face. He didn't know how to hold a newborn child, he looked so fragile.

Still so soft, Tang Yue hugged the little bun into his arms tremblingly, he didn't feel it when he looked at it, but now he hugged him and realized how small he is, he can be fully supported by a small palm, and his eyes haven't been opened yet , tightly closed, it seemed that Tang Yue's hug was not very comfortable, and he kept twisting his small body to find a more comfortable position.

Tang Yue watched intently, and finally felt a sense of recognition for no reason. This little bun was really born by him! !What came out of his stomach was the most primitive fetter without any impurities.

The midwife looked at the two of them quite gratified, and she had a good impression of Tang Yue again. The child seemed sensible.

"Have you thought of a name for your child?"

Tang Yue patted Xiao Baozi lightly and turned to look at her, "Name?"

"Yeah, haven't you thought about it?"

Tang Yue looked at the crumpled little bun in his arms, and reached out to touch his little face, but the little bun opened his eyes at this moment, his grape-like black eyes fixedly stared at him, moistly looking at him. Tang Yue's heart softened, "Call me Tang Xin, don't forget your original heart."

"Tang Xin?" The midwife clapped her hands, "You scholars have different names. I don't know if it's good or not, but it sounds pleasant to the ear."

Tang Yue smiled. Now that he has decided, he will do his best to give this child the best. He is always reminding himself not to forget his original intention.

In the next few days, Tang Yue ate, slept and ate every day, keeping in line with Tang Xin. Tang Xin was also very obedient, never making noise, and her wrinkled little face also slowly grew. He turned into a fair and pleasant little bun. When he wakes up, his eyes roll around. The only thing is that he is more clingy. When he wakes up, he can't see Tang Yue, so he purses his mouth, but he doesn't cry. It hurts to cry.

Tang Yue also slowly learned about the world he transmigrated from Aunt Li, the midwife.

This great state of Wu is not the state of Wu with three pillars in the history of the heaven/dynasty, and the hundreds of years before the dynasty have nothing to do with the history that Tang Yue is familiar with. It seems that it should be an overhead state.

The second reason is that although the country is prosperous and the people are safe, it is actually quite backward, similar to the ancient times of the Heaven/Dynasty, and even a little behind. This is Tang Yue's own conclusion from his observations in the past few days.The place where he is now is Lijia Village. Except for a few people with foreign surnames, almost all of them are surnamed Li. This village is built next to the mountain. Although it is remote, it is self-sufficient. "He" came here a month ago. , suddenly bought this desolate house that had been unoccupied for a long time, and then lived in seclusion every day without dealing with people, so most of the villagers didn't even know that there were people living in this long-abandoned house, and this Aunt Li was " "His" neighbor, only a few dozen steps away from his home, was not invited until "he" was about to give birth, and was given some money to take care of the delivery.

This was all Tang Yue could find out.

In fact, it was of no use to Tang Yue at all.

First, no one knows "his" life experience, "he" has never told anyone, and no one knows who the father of the child is, why he ran to such a remote place alone without his family.

Second, "he" used to be a person who didn't touch the spring water with his fingers. Tang Yue knew this by looking at his hands. They were delicate and tender without any calluses, and they didn't look like a child from a poor family at all.

Then here comes the problem, "his" background should be nothing more than two kinds, one is a kid from a rich family who was kicked out by his family because of such a shameful thing, and the other, Tang Yue thought for a moment with a shudder, isn't it? A rich man who can live a meager life in this era and still conceive a child...except for the young man in the brothel, he shouldn't think about it.

No matter which one it is, it is not good news for Tang Yue.

But the most urgent thing now is not to consider where he came from, but how to survive. It's fine for him to be alone, and now there is Tang Xin who is waiting to be fed.

Tang Yue once looked carefully at this bare house. Apart from a little money under the pillow, the only valuable thing in this house should be the sheep that was used as a nurse for his son outside.

Fortunately, Aunt Li had been in contact with him for a few days, and she saw that he was a sensible and polite boy, and she had a good impression of him, and she also liked Tang Xin, so she often sent some brown rice, rough noodles, etc. It's a better thing to take out.

Tang Yue is grateful to this family, but at the moment it seems that he has no choice but to accept it. He needs to recover as soon as possible in order to find a way to make money.

"You cub."

Aunt Li's voice came from afar, Tang Yue put the sleeping Tang Xin on the bed, got up and walked out.

"Auntie."

Aunt Li was holding a bag in her hand, and she talked happily to Tang Yue as she walked, "My son came back from the county today, and the customer put some white flour on him before he left. I think you are still in good shape." , thinking of getting some for you, you have to take care of a child by yourself, how can you have strength if you don’t eat well.”

Tang Yue was a little embarrassed, "Auntie, you can just eat, I've already taken a lot of things from you, how can I have the nerve to accept your noodles again, not to mention you don't have much."

"What are you talking about, neighbors, I like you from the bottom of my heart, and it's not a good thing. If you don't want it, I will be unhappy."

Only then did Tang Yue accept it. Aunt Li came here just to deliver something. Seeing that Tang Xin was asleep, she left without disturbing her. Tang Yue sent him to the yard, but Aunt Li said he was not fully recovered and refused to send him away. Go out, turn around and go back to the house.

In the bag, apart from a small packet of white flour, there were a few freshly picked tomatoes, a handful of watery shallots, and a small packet of salt.

Tang Yue was stunned, this salt is still a rare thing here, and the price is not low, Aunt Li really loves him, so she sent some to him first.

Tang Yue lived for more than [-] years in his previous life. Except when he was ignorant, he never cried when he grew up. There are so many children in the orphanage. He was bullied and beaten every day and he never shed a single tear. At that time, his eyes were a little red for no reason. Ever since he could remember, no one had been so kind to him.

In this way, it's not too bad for him to travel through this time, at least he has a family member Tang Xin, and someone treats him so well for no reason.

Tang Yue came back to his senses from the memories, thinking that Tang Xin would sleep for a while, and it was time for lunch again, so he prepared to wash his hands and make lunch.

Choose a few shallots and cut them into fine chopped green onions, cut the tomatoes into thin slices, and make dough into dough.

Then start the fire.

This stove is even more backward than the oldest stove Tang Yue used. It just dug a square pit at the corner of the house and surrounded it with wood. This is where the fire is made. A specially made wooden hook is hung on the beam, raised when not in use, and hung down when in use.

When Tang Yue first started tinkering all afternoon, he failed to start the fire, and instead got himself covered in pot ashes.

Practice makes perfect, Tang Yue has become more and more proficient now.

This bright yellow rapeseed oil was also given by Aunt Li. It was packed in a small khaki jar, only half of it, but it was enough for Tang Yue to eat for a while.

It's been a long, long time since Tang Yue has burned firewood, but in his memory, food cooked with firewood is always more delicious, and Tang Yue thinks so now.

The oil is hot, and then the tomatoes are put in, and there is a puff of smoke, and then the tomatoes slowly melt into a thick tomato sauce, and water is added at this time.

The appetizing sour aroma of tomatoes came out of the pot continuously, Tang Yue sniffed, feeling as if his stomach was getting hungrier all of a sudden.

The dough is randomly pulled into uneven noodles by hand, thrown into the pot and cooked while pulling, sprinkled with a little salt before leaving the pot, and then sprinkled with fine chopped green onions, the simple, quick and delicious tomato noodle soup is ready like this .

The clear light red soup, the white noodles set off the green onion on top, Tang Yue took a sip, and then narrowed his eyes comfortably, it seems that this pure natural ingredient is really extraordinary, even if nothing is added except salt There is a fresh fragrance of vegetables in it, and my cooking skills don't seem to have regressed in the slightest.

Tang Yue ate up the noodles in satisfaction.