When Xu Qingqing left from the Song family, it was already half of the afternoon, Xu Xiuxiu turned her head like a sigh and began to tidy up the sleeping position of the dragon and phoenix fetus beside her, and at the same time thought about Xu Jingjing's affairs with a sad cloud, and the happiness of giving birth to a child also converged a lot with what Xu Qingqing revealed.

In the evening, the wind was blowing again outside, this year's winter was obviously colder than in previous years, the snow that Xu Xiuxiu gave birth the night before yesterday has not yet melted, and every household has shoveled some trails near the door of the house to facilitate walking, and now looking at the sky outside that is overcast again, Xu Xiuxiu also knows that there will be another heavy snow tonight.

When Song Yuanhuan rushed back from the county seat, there was a smile on his cold face, carrying seven or eight old hens in his hands, and at the same time holding two crucian carp weighing three or four catties: "Mom, this is the old hen I bought for Xiuxiu, which is very good for mothers, you change your tricks to make soup for Xiuxiu every day." The Song family prepared dinner early, and Song's mother was very patient with Xu Xiuxiu, so she killed another hen for Xu Xiuxiu at noon to stew, and let her little daughter bring dinner to the house.

The Song family raised a lot of old hens, all of which were specially raised by Song's mother to make up for Xu Xiuxiu after she knew that Xu Xiuxiu was pregnant, and now when she saw that her son had spent money to buy so many old hens, she immediately frowned: "You kid just buy fish, stew crucian carp soup to make milk." But isn't there still a dozen or twenty old hens in this house, enough for Xiuxiu to eat until the end of the confinement, why are you tossing money to buy them? Mother Song was counted, and her tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"Mom! Xiuxiu likes freshness, she doesn't like the overnight soup when it tastes bad, and the food she eats in this month doesn't taste good, so I want to make it as fresh as possible for her to eat more. Song Yuanhuan smiled and said in a relaxed tone.

Xu Xiuxiu's pickiness is actually much more exaggerated than what Song Yuanhuan said, that little woman is a typical, the meals have to be eaten freshly out of the pot, except for cold dishes, all hot dishes are not eaten much when they are cold, and the soup is actually considered to be able to do so, she can accept it that day, but she will definitely not drink overnight, he knows her temperament, and naturally she is not willing to let her daughter-in-law be wronged, anyway, he is not bad for money, it is not worth buying more old hens.

"The second brother is really distressing!" Wang Qinghua sat at the dining table, holding chopsticks in her hand to pick out the fat on the table to eat, but looked at Song Yuanhuan with sarcasm: "Mom, the second brother's family is rich, and the second brother and sister are afraid that she will not have enough soup and water on weekdays, buy some and prepare it, and there is nothing to do, the old hen can be raised if she can't finish eating!" Wang Qinghua said and reached out again and put a piece of meat into her mouth.

"Humph!" Mother Song nodded at Song Yuanhuan but didn't say anything, and when she turned around to bring her son dishes and chopsticks, she glanced at Wang Qinghua viciously.

Song Yuanhuan is her son, Song's mother knows what her son is thinking, if it weren't for the ginseng chicken soup stewed on the night of production and being drunk by Wang Qinghua's gluttony, would his son go out of his way to buy a few hens and come back? Aren't you afraid of wronging your daughter-in-law? Thinking about it, Song's mother became more and more uncomfortable in her heart, and she was much more annoyed when she looked at Wang Qinghua's eyes.

Wang Qinghua is a cheeky person, in the past year, she has endured all kinds of eyes, and she has long been able to practice without pain or itching, how can she care about Song Mu's white eyes!

"Is the account ready?" Father Song sat at the head of the dining table, looked at his second son who was sitting down to eat, and saw that the expression on his face was relaxed, so he asked a routine question.

"It's good." Song Yuanhuan nodded, the household registration is a big deal, and now the child's household registration is also on the list, the county public security bureau and others have all been registered in the warehouse, and the certificate of allowing the birth of a second child has also been approved and stamped, and the smile on Song Yuanhuan's face, which is considered to be a big problem, has also been gentle.

"Good!" Father Song nodded, picked up a small glass of white wine in front of him, and drank it happily.

"Daddy eats meat." Xu Xiuxiu was confined in the bedroom, and the food had been sent into the house by Song Yuanyao, afraid that Song Chenguang would make noise to the two children, so Song Yuanyao took Song Chenguang to eat in the hall, so Song Chenguang was also very well-behaved, knowing that his mother gave birth to younger brothers and sisters, he couldn't bother, so he followed Song Yuanyao obediently.

But the little guy is not big after all, I only heard my parents talk about grandparents, but the impression that the family gave him was not familiar after all, so when he saw his father coming home, he was immediately happy, and gave the braised pork in the bowl to Song Yuanhuan to eat.

"Well, Chenguang eats it too." Song Yuanhuan was very grateful to Song Chenguang's dedication, and he was in a good mood and sandwiched a piece of braised pork for his son, and the father and son got along quite harmoniously.

After a quick dinner, Song Yuanhuan handed Song Chenguang to his sister again, and he excitedly took the household registration book into the room.

Xu Xiuxiu looked at the crooked child's name registered in the household registration book, a little speechless, but she didn't dislike it too much, after all, today's household registration is handwritten, she can understand, at least the child's name is not written wrong, ugly or something is tolerable.

In addition, all her thoughts at this time are on Xu Jingjing, and she is also complicated about that girl's thoughts, so naturally she can't be too distracted by other things.

Xu Xiuxiu didn't sleep well this night, it snowed again outside, and the next morning, Songjia Village was covered with snow again, Xu Xiuxiu was worried that Xu Jingjing would not come to see her in this weather, but in the afternoon, she saw the figure of the little girl.

When the little girl walked into the room, Xu Xiuxiu saw her strangeness, the little girl was a lot thinner than before, her spirit was also very low, and her eyes were also very empty.

Obviously, life is cruel to Xu Jingjing, a proud woman, she is the old son of the Xu family, innocent and innocent since she was a child, she was favored by her parents and eldest sister, and when she grew up, she also wanted to find a good man with excellent culture and family background, she expected that she could marry well, live well, and longed to be affirmed and envied by everyone, but fate made her feel bumpy, when she just started to grow up sensible and wanted to live a good life, showing and family affection gave her a fatal blow, and this blow was enough to change her trajectory.

"Quietly, come and sit down!" Xu Xiuxiu raised her hand to greet her, just like the tone she used to have when she was in Z City.

"Sister." Xu Jingjing looked at Xu Xiuxiu and nodded, trying to raise a smile while approaching her, she wanted to be happy for her sister and celebrate her for giving birth to a dragon and phoenix fetus, but she couldn't be happy, tears slowly slid down the corners of her mouth, and the taste was amazingly bitter. (To be continued.) )