Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 281: Feast

"Okay, let's go." Ji Wenhe locked the door and handed him the key.

At the foot of the mountain, the meal was served and placed on the table at the door, and several people gathered around the table.

"Come quickly, we're waiting for you." Lan Qiuhua waved with a smile.

"Aunts, you don't have to wait for us, eat first."

"How can I eat first? I have to wait for you to come together. I'll have some vegetable soup and some vegetable cakes for lunch."

Ji Wenhe sat next to Shen Rongshan and saw that they were all standing: "Why don't you sit down, aunts?"

Miao Zhaodi waved her hand and said, "Stand up. I can't bear sitting on the stool with my back bent all the time."

"Rongshan." Lan Qiuhua looked at the borrowed bowls and chopsticks in the basket, "You and your uncle Shen will carry the basket to the riverside later, so you don't have to carry water back and forth."

Wang Erfeng took over the conversation: "No need for him, we can move it ourselves. Besides washing vegetables and dishes, what else do we have to do at home?"

"No more. I cut a lot of firewood two days ago. It's enough to burn."

Just waiting for her son to bring his daughter-in-law back.

"Look, look, this couple is smiling while eating." Miao Zhaodi looked at them and joked.

Several people laughed along.

There was laughter and joy at the dinner table. The topic took seven or eight turns, but finally returned to the starting point.

After dinner, everyone divided the work, some washed the dishes, some cut the vegetables.

Ji Wenhe is the cook and is only responsible for cooking. She doesn't need to help with anything else.

Came to the wasteland and wandered around.

Seeing Zhao Sanniang coming over, she asked, "Aunt Zhao, why are the bruises under your eyes so severe? Did you not sleep well these days?"

She yawned. "A little bit. My body is heavy and I can't even sleep comfortably. I feel uncomfortable all over if I lie down for a long time. It's not right to sit or stand. It's really painful."

"Is it because you're about to give birth?"

"I think so." She wasn't like this when she was pregnant with her first child and was about to give birth.

Looking at the chickens in the wasteland, he asked in confusion: "Why didn't you let them out today?"

Ji Wenhe explained: "Aunt Lan's family is having a wedding, there are many people, I'm afraid that some children will come over to play with me."

If a chicken runs away, you can find it back, but if a person falls down while chasing it and gets hurt, who knows if someone will blame him or her.

"That's true. Some children are very naughty and don't listen to adults." Zhao Sanniang walked slowly to her side. "I heard that your family is going to build a house. Your uncle Ping has built houses for people in town, so he knows how to build them."

"I'm about to give birth, and he said he would stay at home to take care of me during the confinement period, and when I can get out of bed and walk around, he would go to town to find a job."

"I estimate that you will have to stay at home for one or two months. If you have any questions, go find your Uncle Ping and ask him to come to your house to help."

"Hey, thank you Aunt Zhao. Uncle Ping is taking care of you during the confinement period. If we have any questions, please ask for advice. You can't be careless during the confinement period. I heard that if you don't take good care of yourself during the confinement period, you will get sick."

She also heard that postpartum diseases can only be cured during the confinement period, but she didn't know whether it was true or not.

"Among us farm women, there are a few who don't suffer from postpartum diseases. Some even get out of bed and cook for the whole family right after giving birth."

Think about it, she was in the same situation. The child was born in the morning, and her mother-in-law called her to get up and cook at noon. If she didn't do it, she would scold her.

Ji Wenhe sighed in his heart and changed the subject: "Aunt Zhao, don't come here this afternoon. There are children here."

Zhao Sanniang nodded: "Hey, I'll go back now, you go and get busy."

"Okay, please slow down."

He watched her walk away and into the yard before turning around and leaving.

At 3 p.m., Shen Anguo brought his bride back to the village.

At this time, Ji Wenhe was cooking in the kitchen. He was busy and couldn't go out to see.

When they passed by the kitchen, he turned around and took a look, but he didn't see the girl because he was blocked by Shen Anguo.

Wang Erfeng watched outside for a while, then came in and said, "This girl is dark and thin, looks good, and is a bit shy, but I don't know what her personality is like."

"Aunt Wang, aren't the girls in our village also dark and skinny? I was the same before, and I'm only now white again."

Shen Zhong's family does not count. They have money and will not withhold food from their daughter.

Zhou Xiaoyu, who was burning fire at the stove, tilted her head and looked at her: "Wen He, you are different now than when you first came into the village. You have really changed a lot. You are whiter and fatter."

Wang Erfeng on the side nodded and said, "It's different now. I think even if your mother came, she might not recognize you."

Ji Wenhe smiled and said it was better that he couldn't recognize her, so as to avoid any trouble in the future.

"Aunt Wang, please take two basins and call Aunt Li and Aunt Miao to serve the bone soup in the pot so we can eat later."

"Well, I'll ask them to go."

Turning around, I saw Lan Qiuhua coming in and looking through the cupboard: "Aunt Lan, what are you looking for?"

"Where are the new dishes and chopsticks I bought? Bring some food to Xiaolian."

"It's down there." The cooked dishes were placed upstairs, so he took the bowls and chopsticks and placed them downstairs.

She found the newly washed dishes and chopsticks and took a little bit of each dish: "I'll take some stir-fried vegetables for her."

Ji Wenhe opened the lid of the pot, and inside was braised cabbage and fat meat: "Aunt Lan, please pick some meat from the pot. Aunt Wang and the others are going to make bone soup. You can bring a bowl to her later."

"Okay." Lan Qiuhua picked out a few big pieces of fat meat and carried two full bowls into the house.

Shen Ping walked in at this time: "Wen He, is the food ready?"

"Almost there is one more."

"Well, I'll let them serve the food first."

"Okay." Ji Wenhe took the dishes out of the pot. They could eat after the last dish was cooked.

inside the house.

Shen Suya, Lan Qiuhua, and Amelia Su who was sitting beside the bed.

"Come, eat your fill."

"Thank you, mother."

"Oh, we're a family from now on, don't say thank you or not."

Su Xiaolian smiled shyly, took the bowl and chopsticks, lowered her head, and started eating in small bites.

"I don't have many relatives, and I've already told them that I won't make trouble in your wedding night. We'll be a family from now on. Just say whatever you want to say, and we can discuss it together."

Shen Suya took over the conversation: "Yes, sister-in-law, my parents are easy to talk to. If my brother bullies you, you can tell my parents and let them beat him."

"Xiaoya is right." Lan Qiuhua looked at her and said, "Xiaoya, stay here with your sister-in-law. I'll go out and see if we can start the feast. I'll bring some food in for you later. Don't go out."

"Got it." Eating alone in the room would allow him to have a few more pieces of meat.

The last dish was cooked, Shen Ping called for the meal to begin, and everyone sat in their assigned seats.

Shen Rongshan was pulled to sit at the same table with Shen Ping and others. Their table was filled with villagers, including a few children.

Ji Wenhe picked up the bowl, took a sip of the bone soup, turned around and asked Wang Erfeng beside him: "Aunt Wang, have you served all the soup in the pot?"

She nodded and lowered her voice: "Half a bowl per person, there is still half a basin left. I told them that there is no more, so they can keep it for themselves to drink in the evening. That half basin is not enough to share."

I wanted to serve the bone soup last because I was afraid that it would not be shared evenly among everyone. Fortunately, they divided it well, half a bowl per person, and no one could say anything.