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Chapter 49

Zhao Mingyu said: "Cuizhen doesn't have much milk, the third child managed to get two packs for the child to eat first. He's still so young, he can't bear to be hungry."

Bao Dongmei rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "That's right, how can Yueke children be hungry. Come on, let's eat quickly—"

Zhao Wenying took the little baby and fed the warm milk powder into her mouth.

The little baby, eyes closed, waving his tiny hand, sucking the pacifier 'googoogoo' eats happily.

"The food is really good. After all, it is a precious thing. The money is not in vain." Bao Dongmei looked down, and said to Li Cuizhen, seemingly unintentionally, "Daughter-in-law, I still have to find a way to produce milk. This Milk powder is pretty good, but the price is also good, three packs or two packs is enough for emergency use, but I can’t afford it for a long time.”

Saying the same thing differently does not sound the same.

It is also said that milk powder is expensive, and it is not something that families in the village can consume.Wang Ping said before that she wanted someone to beat her up, but when the old lady said it, it made people feel concerned and out of good intentions.

"I also want to have milk, but I don't have it." Li Cuizhen also finished her meal at the moment, wiped her hands, and drank two sips of water.

Three feet frozen, not a cold day.

With long-term malnutrition and repeated physical wear and tear, it is considered very good to be able to give birth to this baby without any mistakes, and there will be no more milk to produce.

"Hey, don't worry about this. I'm here. I'm full of prescriptions for milking." Bao Dongmei patted her belly and said, "I'll give this to you." I'm sorry, I'll make you a pig's trotter peanut soup at noon, and I'll keep your milk coming after you drink it."

Li Cuizhen: "..." Could it be that she was wrong, this step-mother-in-law really just came to confine her?
Zhao Wenying: "..." Stewed pig's trotters with peanuts, a recipe full of milk, that's it?

Zhao Mingyu: "..." It doesn't look like it's an act, or is it because he took the wrong medicine, suffered from confusion, and went to the wrong house?

Bao Dongmei didn't seem to be aware of the series of questions her words brought to the three members of the Zhao family, or she completely ignored their reactions. What she cared about most at the moment was: "If you all agree, then just do what you say." Do it, put it down earlier, and drink the soup earlier." As soon as the calf bound tightly by the coarse cloth slipped out to the kangyan, he fell to the ground quickly.

"Where do you put the pork, show me to have a look, pick two hind feet and come back, the stew is the best." Rolling up his sleeves, he was ready to do a big job.

From nine o'clock in the morning to twelve o'clock in the noon, it was stewed for nearly three hours.A pot of peanut and pig's trotter soup, soft and rotten, with fragrant muscles.

The old lady is not bragging, let alone whether there are many recipes, this soup is not bad.Not only does it look appetizing, but it also tastes delicious.

Of course, this is only for Zhao Mingyu and Zhao Wenying father and daughter.As a pregnant woman, Li Cuizhen drank the salt-free version, the pure broth without seasoning, which would feel greasy to some extent.

It was good when I first got it. After all, I seldom eat such a good thing, so I only feel the smell of meat.After waiting for a big bowl of soup and meat, the smell of lard was full of belching.

If left to normal, even white lard washed with boiling water would be a rare delicacy.The bottom of the bowl had to be licked to remove any oily spots, let alone a layer of oily broth.

It is not a derogatory term at this time to eat a mouth full of oil, but a representative of a wealthy life.Often only people with good conditions will have greasy food in their meals.

For some families, it is normal for three catties of oil to be used for more than half a year.

Fry a pot of vegetables with half a tablespoon of oil, and there are not many oil beads.

Under such a big environment, people generally value grain and oil.Lard is more precious than soybean oil.No one will remove it when it can be eaten in the mouth.If this is the case, then it is guaranteed to be suspected that the brain has been trapped by the door, and he is a pure fool.

As a result, the layer of oil floating on the surface of the pig's trotter and peanut soup was regarded as a good thing like meat, and no one thought of getting rid of it.Or, to be more precise, there is no such term in consciousness.

Less than an hour after Li Cuizhen finished drinking the soup, she felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She stiffened for more than ten minutes and got off the kang in a hurry.

Just after giving birth, I am most afraid of seeing the wind.With his head covered tightly, only two eyes were exposed to look at the road, he trotted straight to the back vegetable garden.

Zhao Wenduo led Zhao Wennan, and as soon as they entered the yard, they saw Li Cuizhen, who was wrapped like a bear, rushing out in a hurry.

A woman who has just given birth to a baby has to stay in confinement, eat and drink on the kang, and never leave the nest unless there is any major event.There is only one thing that can make her go out.

"Mom, what's the matter, you're so anxious to go to the bathroom, do you have to pull your pants?" Zhao Wennan was young, and this was the only reason he could think of.

After the age of three, a child who has never used others since he became a tuba, the only relevant experience was seeing Er Pangdun, the same age in the village, who had a bad stomach and ran home in a hurry, but was dragged in the middle of the road and ran away. A bunch of friends.

"It should be." Is there any need to ask, look at the running posture, it is not diarrhea, but it is also impossible to lift the buttocks and shrink the anus to cover the stomach.

It's only been one morning, and I've given someone a bad stomach. Boss doesn't do a good job of serving confinement.

Zhao Wenduo thought a few words in his heart, and dragged Zhao Wennan into the house.

Zhao Mingyu was looking forward to the door, and kept talking to him: "I've been running three times, so don't let it get broken."

Zhao Wenying also asked suspiciously: "I didn't eat anything, I drank pig's trotter soup, the same thing, can't make mistakes?"

She cooks all the lunch meals, except for the peanut and pig's trotter soup.But these people also drank, and nothing happened, but her mother had a stomachache, which was really strange.

"What pig's trotter soup?" Zhao Wenduo heard this sentence as soon as he entered the door, and he had some guesses in his heart.

"Third and fourth, you two are back." Zhao Wenying looked back at the clock hanging on the wall, it was past one o'clock.

"You two little girls are really good at shopping." Bao Dongmei sat cross-legged on the kang. When she came over in the morning, she asked about the girls, and Zhao Mingyu told them that the two The little one went to the town to go to the market.

As soon as she made a sound, Zhao Wenduo realized that there was an extra person in the family.

Zhao Wennan knew Zheng Dongling, knew that the little old lady in front of him was her father's stepmother, hesitated for a while, and called out: "Second Grandma—"

Zhao Mingyu's biological mother died early, and this stepmother didn't treat him very well. He had to make a living under her nose at a young age. The word "two" is his last stubbornness.

Once the word 'two' is added, it is the turn of the girls of the next generation to wear this prefix naturally.

At the beginning, Bao Dongmei felt dissatisfied, and wanted Zhao Mingyu to change her words and let go of the number. The stepmother is also a mother, and since she has been straightened, she should follow the rules.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Mingyu's scumbag father somehow woke up, or because he felt ashamed of his dead partner, he sided with his son for the first time, and let Bao Dongmei accept this title.

Since then, the word 'two' has become Bao Dongmei's exclusive number.Even if she has become a big wife, she is not the second child in the family ranking, but she is always called 'second mother', 'second aunt', 'second aunt', 'second aunt'...and then 'second grandmother' at this age.

I have been called for so many years, and I am used to it, but now I feel annoyed inexplicably after hearing the cowardly cry of this little yellow-haired girl. I don't like to hear it.

"What is the second grandma? It has to be a word like that. If you don't know, you should think of it as the young master and young mistress of a rich farmer's big landlord's house." Bao Dongmei pointed out that it was Zhao Wennan on the surface, but in reality On the Internet, he was accusing Zhao Mingyu, without his 'second mother', where did this 'second grandma' come from.

Zhao Wennan was a little afraid of this step-grandmother, and he looked like he was smiling, but there always seemed to be needles hidden in his eyes, and he couldn't tell when he would take them out and prick her twice.When she said it in a bad voice, she immediately shrank her neck and hid behind her.

Zhao Wenduo stopped her, and looked towards Bao Dongmei who was on the kang, her expressionless face was silent and indifferent.

The third child's temperament is something that people can't talk about, even if she didn't blame her herself, it's not okay to talk about her sister in person.Regardless of whether she is an elder or a junior, if you make her unhappy, you will raise your hand and beat her without any discussion.

Just when both Zhao Mingyu and Zhao Wenying thought that Zhao Wenduo would get mad, and were just thinking whether to stop or not, she pulled her mouth unexpectedly, bared her big white teeth and smiled at Bao Dongmei, saying: "Little Sier , Listen, don’t add more words, it’s a waste of saliva. Two words are enough.”

"Oh, I see." Zhao Wennan was chased and corrected, feeling depressed.Even the third sister said that she called it wrong, and it seems that she was really wrong.

"Come on, call me—Mistress—"

"Secretary!"

Bao Dongmei: "..." No, what she said a lot was not the last word, but the front word.

Zhao Wenying: "..." The sun came out from the west, the youngest was so obedient.

Zhao Mingyu: "..." It's true that one word is missing, why does it feel so awkward.

Zhao Wenduo was going to laugh like crazy, mistress, mistress, haha——

I don't feel it now, but it won't be long before this word becomes a household name and spreads all over the streets and alleys.

Mrs. Bao, don't you want to hear something nice? This sentence is very suitable for your status. In the future, you must call it with your surname!
Bao Dongmei was not satisfied with not correcting her address according to her request, but she didn't lose face.In fact, whether she is called "grandma" is not that important to her. She has a bunch of grandchildren and grandchildren, and there is no shortage of these stepson's children.It doesn't matter what you call, all you want is an attitude.

"Who said the third girl doesn't like to talk, isn't she sweet?" Bao Dongmei changed her stern face and smiled at the two sisters standing on the ground.

Undoubtedly by default, this name was changed from "Second Wife" to "Second Wife".It's closer to what the locals call their grandmother's generation.

Zhao Mingyu didn't make a sound the whole time, and she didn't show a smile until now, as if she was happy to hear that her daughter was praised and recognized, but she secretly said in her heart: It's thanks to you for agreeing, otherwise I will continue , if you can change it for you, there is not even the last word left, so I will leave you a number.

The word "two" in the mouth of northerners is not only a number, but also a curse word.To say that a person is "two" means to be stupid, stupid, and naive, not very refined.

If others might not be able to do it, the third child in their family is too capable of doing it.Even though she smiled and bared her big white teeth, she already thought of this move.Based on past experience, it's normal for her not to smile, and if she smiles, nothing good will happen.

This old lady doesn't know anything yet, she thinks she's beautiful, and she was calculated early in the morning.If we really want to continue the stalemate, the word "two" will pop up as soon as we are sure.Thinking of that scene, Zhao Mingyu couldn't help but think about it.

At this time, Li Cuizhen, who was convenient to go out, also came back.

After running outside three times, my stomach hurts, but it doesn't hurt, but I have no strength.He untied the scarf around his head, and struggled to take off the thick cotton clothes on his body. It took two breaths to tidy up.

When people feel uncomfortable, they tend to lose their temper very much.

Li Cuizhen's legs were almost numb from squatting, and she was trembling just standing there, and when she saw Zhao Mingyu smiling, she became angry and murmured in a bad voice: "Laughing, laughing!" , what fun."

Zhao Mingyu is also a good-natured person. Instead of being annoyed, she patiently explained: "The third child in our family changed the name of the second mother from the original one to 'Second Wife'."

Is there any difference between the second mistress and the mistress, isn't it just missing a word, doesn't the meaning still mean the same?

Li Cuizhen looked suspicious, not knowing where the joke was.

Zhao Mingyu winked at her, meaning to wait until there is no one to elaborate, and put it aside for now.

Li Cuizhen, who received the news letter, suppressed the doubts in her heart and did not continue to dwell on this issue.

At the floor table, the two sisters who had just returned were taking the lunch brought by Zhao Wenying. Apart from a plate of vegetable pancakes, there was still half a bowl of broth left.

Looking at the oily half of the pig's trotter, Li Cuizhen murmured not too loudly: "Could it be because of this soup that I have a stomachache?" She didn't eat anything at noon, except for rice, which was all.

"That can't be done. They are freshly made peanuts and pig's trotters. Didn't your pig just kill it? It's impossible for it to go bad if it's frozen hard in such a cold day."

Zheng Dongmei was afraid that she would be involved, so she continued to defend: "Besides, if it's true that the meat has not been put away properly and has a bad smell, can't you still smell it? We all drank the soup together. If others are fine, you are the only one who has a bad stomach." That means it's not Tang's problem at all, it's your own problem. Maybe there is some hidden injury in your body, and it will show up right now after giving birth."

Li Cuizhen was [-]% suspicious at first, but she was stunned and uncertain again after making such a small mouthful.

Zhao Mingyu and Zhao Wenying had also pondered over this issue just now, guessed everything, and even recalled what they ate yesterday, but they were not sure where the problem was.

After Zheng Dongmei's analysis, she felt that it was true that the pig was slaughtered yesterday, and the meat was frozen directly, so it couldn't be fresher.The pig's trotters were taken out and thawed, blanched, cut into pieces, boiled and stewed, all carried out under the nose, and it was impossible to do anything.

A pair of eyes looked over suspiciously, Li Cuizhen was taken aback, she patted her chest unconsciously and said, "Why, is there something wrong with me?"

Over the years, she has lived a lot of poverty. She can't eat well, can't drink, and she admits to being malnourished, but she has a good foundation and nothing serious. She can guarantee this.

"That's not sure, maybe you were sick when you were a girl, and you don't know it yet." Zheng Dongmei was looking for something to talk about, always citing old problems, so she, the soup maker Take it out.

"My mother is fine, but the soup is the problem." Just as several people were hesitant, seeing that Li Cuizhen was about to be accused of having a bad reputation, Zhao Wenduo spoke out.

Zheng Dongmei immediately raised her voice and refuted as if her tail was being stepped on: "You little girl knows nothing about movies, this soup is delicious and thick, what's the problem? We all drank it, if there is a problem, It will be revealed soon.”

"It's okay for you to drink it, but it doesn't mean that it's okay for people who have given birth." Once Zhao Wenduo figured out the reason and knew that Li Cuizhen drank pig's trotter soup at noon, he knew that his guess was right.

One-third of the half bowl of soup on the table is oil.Of course, this is due to the leftover soup, which was steamed again with more fire, and there was more fat.

The original soup oil layer is thinner than this, even so, it is still too greasy for a body that has just been worn out.In addition, the pig's trotter itself is thick and fat, which is not easy to digest. The addition of the two will spoil the stomach.

Zhao Wenduo said a few brief words, and after such an explanation, these few people who were struggling to explain clearly suddenly realized.

"If you put it this way, I can't drink this soup anymore." Li Cuizhen sighed regretfully over the fragrant peanuts and rotten hoof meat.Things are good, but she can't bear them.

"It's best not to drink it for seven days." Zhao Wenduo paused, and added: "If you drink it, you won't be able to produce milk."

"Jing nonsense, pig's trotter soup is the best for breastfeeding. This recipe has been handed down by the ancestors. It has been used for many years. Why don't you just say it and stop it. You yellow-haired girl, you can still understand these things Doorway, don’t chatter, as if you know a lot.”

Zheng Dongmei wasn't completely wrong. Zhao Wen was more than a half-teen-year-old child, and adults didn't even think about things. How could she know so clearly.

"Old man, where did you hear about all this?" Zhao Wenying glanced carefully at the two women sitting on the kang, wanting Zhao Wenduo to explain again, so as not to turn their faces into a rage.Which one is quite a headache, but also get together, it is really disturbing.

The moment Zhao Wenduo decided to speak out, he had already prepared the manuscript, and the reason was simple: "There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. Haven't you heard of it? Read the book more if you have nothing to do." , everything will be known.”

She didn't go into detail about which book contained the knowledge of postpartum care, but just this ambiguous sentence was dealt with by a smiling old lady and Wang Feng's mother.

The two have different personalities, naughty and powerful, but they have one thing in common, they haven't studied for a few days, and they don't know a lot of Chinese characters.What is written in the book can only be thought and guessed. A golden house and Yan Ruyu are enough for two people to ponder for a long time.

(End of this chapter)