Reborn in 70s as a hot mom

Ruan Qingling turned around, fished out the meat, and put it aside to drain.

Song Shiting went to wash his hands and took a look inside the room.

My daughter is sleeping on the kang and seems to be sleeping well.

Ruan Qingling was busy at the stove, and Song Shiting walked over and rolled up his sleeves.

Ruan Qingling asked: "How is your hand?"

Song Shiting said: "It's okay, it's okay."

Ruan Qingling said: "Yes."

She didn't look back.

With oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar on the stove, she felt full of fun when cooking.

"I want to make dumplings."

It's still early, but now I can make dumplings, but now I have to make the dough myself.

Song Shiting said, "I'll do it."

Ruan Qingling: "I'll do it, and you'll help with the packaging?"

It's like taking care of his injury.

Song Shiting looked at her deeply.

She stood by the stove, the fire on the stove reflecting her face.

Make her look more gentle and warm.

Song Shiting waited by the side obediently.

Ruan Qingling had been acting like a completely different person in the past few days, and coupled with what his mother had just said, he had to wonder, had he been misunderstanding Ruan Qingling before?

So, they've been pushing each other in opposite directions?

Ruan Qingling suddenly remembered that the tools had not been sent back yet.

He said to Song Shiting: "Song Shiting, the tools haven't been sent back yet. Please leave the gauze, disinfectant, a needle and a bit of thread, and send the rest back."

Song Shiting nodded: "Okay."

He turned around and went out with his things. Every house opened and lights were lit.

You can see the bright lights.

When he came back from the health center, he saw that the lights in his house were also lit.

Although the light is very dim.

But in this vast world, there is a light waiting for him, and that feels really good.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Ruan Qingling has finished kneading the dough.

Just about to make dumplings.

Song Shiting went to wash his hands and sat down to help make dumplings.

Ruan Qingling did not refuse.

The two worked together to make part of the dumplings, and gave the rest to Song Shiting, who cooked the dumplings first.

Soon, a large bowl of dumplings was ready.

It uses boiled pork soup, which tastes particularly delicious.

Add two cabbage leaves.

It's already very good.

Song Shiting had already finished wrapping all the dumplings.

Ruan Qingling continued to cook dumplings.

Soon another bowl of dumplings was ready.

Ruan Qingling asked while cleaning up the stove: "Why do you keep bringing eggs back?"

This reminded her inexplicably of Bai Luomei giving eggs to Song Shiting.

Song Shiting looked a little unnatural. He went to the mountains to catch pheasants every night and always encountered pheasant eggs. However, he did not dare to take them home because he was afraid that Ruan Qingling would eat them all by himself.

He brought her back now because he saw that Ruan Qingling didn't only care about himself, but also took care of his daughter.

Therefore, there is no need to put it outside.

He said, "I'll see if I have any tomorrow and bring some back."

The chickens and pigs raised in the village belong to the production team and do not belong to private individuals.

But you can also raise it yourself.

Song Shiting suddenly asked: "How about bringing some chicks back to raise them?"

Usually when he encounters a chicken, he will let him go.

Now Ruan Qingling seems to be willing to live a happy life.

He tried asking.

Ruan Qingling didn't know how long she could stay in this village.

However, it would be nice to have a few chickens.

At least there is grass at the door, so the chickens can find their own food and give them some vegetable leaves.

But... they don't have their own vegetable plot.

"That's good, but what should we use to support it?"

Song Shiting said, "Let me see if there is any first and then bring it back."

Just think of it as playing for your daughter.

Ruan Qingling nodded.

Wild eggs are really fragrant.

She said: "It would be nice to have wild eggs for Yaya to cook porridge with."

Song Shiting said, "Okay."

……

At night, Ruan Qingling woke up inexplicably at eleven o'clock.

Song Shiting was getting dressed and getting ready to go out.

Ruan Qingling said: "Your hand is not healed yet, don't go out."

Song Shiting paused while putting on his clothes, then turned back and said, "You don't meet wild boar every night."

Ruan Qingling said: "Then you can't go without sleep every night. You have to have a good sleep occasionally."

Song Shiting said: "I have promised to deliver the goods to others."

You cannot do business openly at this time.

Ruan Qingling didn't know where Song Shiting went to pick up the business.

Still negotiated?

All he could say was: "Then you should pay more attention. The wound is on your hand. Be careful. Don't wait until your hand becomes useless and then regret it."

Song Shiting: "No."

Performing a mission is much more dangerous than dealing with a pheasant. Even if you are injured, you have to go again. There is no way out, so these few stitches are just a trivial matter to him.

Song Shiting dug into his pockets before going out.

He put 20 yuan on the table and said, "Put this away."

He had given money before, but Ruan Qingling never had to stay at home.

But this time, she was good to her daughter and cared about him, so he was willing to give her money.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person quickly disappeared into the night.

Ruan Qingling looked at the two ten-dollar bills on the table...

It's really a huge sum of money.

After all, it is difficult for many people to have a dime now.

Is he making money by doing this at night?

How many people know about this?

I'm afraid even Wang Guihua doesn't know about it, right?

……

Its daybreak.

This time, Song Shiting came back on time.

I brought a hen, a few eggs, and two chicks.

Because Ruan Qingling hasn't woken up yet.

So, I took a bamboo basket and covered it upside down.

Ruan Qingling knew Song Shiting was back, but she didn't say anything because her daughter was sleeping soundly in her arms and she didn't want to wake her up.

Otherwise, it will make you unable to sleep.

Until she got up and heard movement outside, Song Shiting had already gone out.

Ruan Qingling held her forehead.

The original owner's health is so bad that she doesn't seem to get enough sleep no matter how much she sleeps now.

No different than Song Shiting, who slept a few hours a day and had very good energy. He even injured his hand and still went to work as usual.

When Song Shiting was working, the postman came to him: "Song Shiting, I have your letter."

Song Shiting took the letter and took a look at it.

Bai Luomei next to her immediately stretched her neck to read the contents of the letter.

But she can't see it.

Song Shijian saw him walking to the side of the road and came to look for him.

"The third one."

Song Shiting looked up at him and asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Song Shijian: "My mother and sister have been in a bad mood for the past two days. You also know what happened to them recently."

What he said was a bit of an accusation against Song Shiting.

Song Shiting said nothing and looked at the boss.

Song Shijian said: "I don't mean anything else. I know you have paid a lot for our family, but no matter what, mom is still our mom. Sometimes, you have to consider her feelings."

Song Shiting asked, "Is this what you want to say?"

Song Shijian: "Back then, you and your second son went to join the army together. Now that your wife has come back, your future may be ruined. I'm worried for you too. Now my mother and sister, because of your wife..."

Song Shiting: "Brother, we are separated, and you also know the conditions for the separation."

Song Shijian couldn't say anything else for a while, so he nodded and said, "I know."

Song Shiting didn't want to talk anymore and said, "I'm going back first."

Song Shijian stood there, looking at Song Shiting's back, and frowned.