70's Raising a Child: I'm done with cannon fodder female supporting roles

Chapter 9: Like a Different Person

She walked towards the kitchen without saying a word. As soon as she entered, she saw a lot of pig heads and sliced ​​pork belly she bought hanging on the kitchen wall.

She was thinking about the large number of people in her family and the huge expenses. Then, looking at the pork, Shen Nanqiao felt a pain in her flesh.

In these days, every household has to count their money on their fingers. Pork, at 65 cents a pound, is very expensive. Ordinary people would only buy some during the Chinese New Year and put it on the table to celebrate the occasion.

I used to eat so much meat in a month. Wasn't that a sin?

Shen Nanqiao walked up, took the meat down, put it in a plastic bag, turned around and walked out of the house.

Song Xia had just coaxed the children into the main room and was thinking about making a good meal for Jiang Zhe. After all, Jiang Zhe had to drive a cart again tomorrow, which was a tiring job.

When she looked up, she saw her daughter-in-law running out. Her heart skipped a beat and she shouted at the top of her voice: "Nan Qiao, where are you going?"

Shen Nanqiao heard the shouting, turned around and said:
"Mom, I took the pork to the supply company to return it. I don't like eating meat now." She made up a lie.

When Song Xia heard this, she thought to herself that this child might be hurt by Xiaohan's words, so she hoped he wouldn't do anything bad again.

She quickly ran over to stop Shen Nanqiao:

"Nan Qiao, stop struggling, it's okay. We make money to make our lives easier. We've bought this meat for several days, how can the supply company accept it?"

"Then I will sell it to others at a low price." Shen Nanqiao said.

"You can't do this! This meat can only be sold in the supply company. We ordinary people can't do this. If we are discovered, it will be troublesome and we will be arrested! Nan Qiao, you hit your head last night. Eat some meat today to make up for it."

As Song Xia spoke, she pulled Shen Nanqiao and finally stopped her after a lot of effort.

Shen Nanqiao drooped his eyelids: "Then Mom, I'll cook tonight, you take a rest."

When Song Xia heard this, she felt her breathing stop for a moment. Her eyes widened and she looked at her daughter-in-law in front of her as if she were a stranger.

Could it be that this child hit his head last night and damaged his brain?
Watching Shen Nanqiao enter the kitchen, Song Xia stood there in a daze for a long time, then saw her husband walking slowly towards her.

"His father, what's going on? Shen Nanqiao said he gave you the job back?"

Father Jiang parked the car and nodded:

"She ran to the factory and said she didn't want the job anymore. Are she and Jiang Zhe really going to get a divorce? Otherwise, why would she not want my job?"

When Song Xia heard this, she quickly waved her hands and explained, "It doesn't look like they want a divorce. Gang Nanqiao even said that he wanted to earn money to supplement the family income, and he also wanted to sell the pork in the kitchen.

I was wondering if she got hit in the head last night..."

Song Xia felt a little confused about what she heard, and she didn't dare to say it to anyone. If her daughter-in-law heard it, it would be disastrous.

Jiang's father also hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, and said in a low voice: "Please keep your voice down, don't say such things casually.

By the way, I have already informed the factory leaders. As you know, the number of junior workers in the factory is very small, and now they are all full. Nan Qiao doesn't know about this.

I was afraid that she and Jiang Zhezhen would get divorced, so I took the initiative to take 100 yuan from home and bought her this place. Do you think it's okay for me to do this?"

This one hundred dollars would be a huge sum of money for an average family. Who would be willing to spend it easily?
But the old couple of the Jiang family really don't care about money that much now. They just hope that the family can be reunited and harmonious. As long as they can keep their daughter-in-law, they think it's worth spending any money!

"One hundred yuan is one hundred yuan. You can earn money again if you lose it. But don't tell anyone else about this."

As Jiang's father handed the receipt to Song Xia, he reminded her, "You have to hide this receipt. If someone finds it, it will be troublesome."

Song Xia nodded hurriedly and ran to the kitchen.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw Nan Qiao wearing an apron and processing the pork.

Seeing this scene, Song Xia was stunned for a moment. She felt as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight and was a little dazed.

Nan Qiao used to be very particular and was very picky about food.

When cooking, the temperature of the oil must be controlled just right, and the amount of seasoning must be according to her requirements, without any error.

Every meal must have meat, and it must be different every time.

The Jiang family used to eat simple meals, like steamed corn bread, and they just ate whatever they could get by as long as they could fill their stomachs and not feel hungry.

Ever since Nan Qiao got married, Song Xia's cooking skills have been honed to better and better in order to satisfy her picky taste.

Song Xia hurried forward and said to Nan Qiao with a smile: "Nan Qiao, go and take a rest. Mom will cook. You haven't eaten braised spareribs and fried pork liver with garlic for a long time. Mom will make these two for you tonight. What do you think?"

Nan Qiao turned to look at her, but before she could say anything, Song Xia seemed to suddenly remember something and added cautiously:
"I'll make you another bowl of fried tofu vermicelli soup. You injured your forehead and need to heal it."

When Nan Qiao heard this, she knew that Song Xia had misunderstood, so she quickly reached out to stop her and said:

"Mom, it's not that I don't want to eat. Let's cook some dishes that the children like today. They are still young, and eating too much oily and salty food is not good for their stomachs."

"Don't add chili pepper." Nan Qiao continued.

Song Xia asked in surprise: "Nan Qiao, don't you like spicy food the most..."

Nan Qiao replied calmly, "I have given up. The money I used to buy peppers can be used to buy a lot of tofu and potatoes, which can save a lot of money for the family."

After Nan Qiao helped Song Xia prepare the meal in the kitchen, she took the initiative to carry the food to the main room.

Father Jiang was talking to Jiang Zhe. When he saw Nan Qiao carrying the dishes in, his expression changed immediately. He pushed Jiang Zhe's arm and said anxiously, "Jiang Zhe, what are you doing standing there like an idiot? Go help your wife!"

Jiang Zhe looked over with displeasure on his face, and saw Nan Qiao wearing an apron, his eyes full of surprise.

When has Nan Qiao ever done these things at home?
Without saying a word, he strode forward, snatched the dish from Nan Qiao's hand, and said in a lukewarm tone, "Go over and sit down."

"It's okay, I'll go get a few more bowls of rice. You and the child can sit down first." Nan Qiao said.

Jiang Zhe frowned immediately and subconsciously stared at Nan Qiao's back as he walked out, his heart full of confusion.

(End of this chapter)