Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

Song Zhiyu walked into the store and said, "I'll buy it myself." He picked through the pile of hanging basketballs and finally chose a dark red color.

The little boy twirled the basketball with one hand, showed off his skills, raised his eyebrows in the same way as his mother, and asked the boss: "How much does it cost?"

"Five yuan, five yuan." The business in the store was good today, and the boss was too busy.Song Zhiyu didn't bargain, he took out five yuan from his trouser pocket and put it on the cashier, "Boss, here it is."

There were too many children buying stationery, and it became crowded within a short time. Song Zhiyu couldn't stand the smell of sweat, so she hurried out with a basketball in her arms.

Said to his mother, "I'm done buying it."

"Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Song Zhiyu tilted his head and thought for a moment, "No more."

When he was approaching the gate of the community, Lu Chuyao exclaimed, remembering that there was no food at home.There are only two tomatoes left in the refrigerator, and pork belly and lean meat are in short supply.

"How about you go up first, and I'll go to the vegetable market to see if there are any more pig's trotters to buy, and I'll make spicy pig's trotters for dinner tonight."

The mother feels sorry for her son's heavy schoolbag, and the son also wants to accompany his mother and do whatever he can, such as helping to carry the bag.

There is a slope 200 meters east. Below the slope are rows of low-rise houses with uneven levels, and there are vegetable stalls on both sides of the road.The stalls stretch along the narrow streets and all the way to the end of the alley.

This is the largest vegetable market in the neighborhood. Due to the strong customer flow and high demand, competition has arisen between stalls.In this competitive environment, the people are the ones who benefit.

The freshness and cost-effectiveness of vegetables and meat are the decisive factors in attracting customers, so the virtuous closed loop formed makes Lu Chuyao’s favorite place to buy food.

When she came to a butcher shop, Lu Chuyao pointed to the hanging ribs and asked, "Were they freshly killed today? Are they fresh or not?" In fact, she couldn't tell whether they were fresh or not, but she liked to ask every time she bought vegetables. Just ask.

The butcher replied in a rough voice, "It was just killed in the morning. If you see the blood on it is gone, this degree of coagulation means it was just killed not long ago."

"Give me a three-pound knife and want fine steaks. Where are the pig's trotters? Do you still have them?"

The butcher neatly chopped off three kilograms of ribs, chopped them into small pieces and bagged them. "The pig's trotters are gone. Go to Fatty Liu's house next door and ask."

After paying the money, Song Zhiyu took the initiative to take the bag.

Fatty Liu's stall was next door and there happened to be one pig's trotter left. Lu Chuyao bought it all and said, "Chop it into such a big size for me, evenly." He circled it with his thumb and index finger and showed the size to the butcher.

"Okay." The chopping board was chopped with a machete. After weighing, Fatty Liu looked at her and said, "Just right, ten yuan."

After buying the meat, I went to the vegetable stall and bought a bunch of cabbage, two carrots, a handful of red peppers... "Mom, that's enough. These are enough for our family to eat for several days."

Song Zhiyu no longer had empty hands. He was carrying four or five plastic bags, plus a basketball, and his palms were turned white by the bag ropes.

"Okay, bring me the vegetables."

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As the child entered fifth grade, Lu Chuyao gradually found that his son had become mature and sensible, as if he had suddenly transformed from a little baby to an upright young man.

When did you have this illusion?

That morning, she woke up from a strange dream and walked out of the room to the living room in confusion.The scattered sunlight shines in from the floor-to-ceiling window and hits the son's fresh, short-haired forehead.

At that time, he was leaning against the bar and drinking milk, his fair skin glowing with warmth and luster. When he saw her coming out, his pupils, like washed black grapes, overflowed with joy.

Noisy's voice was slightly deep, but mixed with an innocent tone. He greeted her and said, "Mom, good morning."

After saying hello, he casually crushed the empty milk carton in his hand and dropped it into the trash can.

His chic posture and pretentious demeanor don't look like a child who is only ten years old.

Lu Chuyao was in a daze for a long time, forgetting to say good morning to his son, and just stood there quietly, observing his son's every move.

Until the little boy picked up his schoolbag and walked over, waving his paws, "Mom, you're not awake yet?" His whole body was stunned and his hair was raised, wasn't it a sign that he hadn't woken up yet.

"...Uh," she scratched the messy hair beside her ears. Seeing that her son was ready to go out, she immediately followed him and continued to watch him put on his shoes, take the keys, and murmured as he closed the door, " Stay safe at school and go home early."

The door slammed shut, isolating the last trace of sound, "Got it."

When having breakfast with his grandma, Lu Chuyao was still immersed in the emotion of his son turning into a handsome boy, nibbling on the hot meat buns absentmindedly.

"Yaoyao, is nothing wrong?" the old lady asked with concern in her eyes.

"Ah?...It's okay, it's okay." He put down the half-eaten meat buns and picked up the soy milk to drink. "Milk, do you feel that Xiaoyu has changed a lot recently?"

"I discovered it a long time ago. The child's voice has changed recently and he has an Adam's apple." The old lady said cheerfully. Being able to see her great-grandson grow up with her own eyes was such a blessing for her age.

His son's tenth birthday is coming soon, and Lu Chuyao is a little embarrassed about it.

Song Mingze turned off the TV and put his arms around his wife's shoulders, "A birthday is a happy event, why are your brows still furrowed?" His dry and warm palms smoothed his wrinkled brows and placed a kiss on her hair.

The woman's delicate voice sounded muffled, "It's just because it's my birthday and it needs to be grander, so I'm confused."

Xiangxiang put her soft arms in front of her husband's chest, tilted her neck slightly, and whispered to him in a dependent manner, "You also know that I am a slightly socially anxious person and don't make many friends. If I want to treat guests to dinner, you won't be the ones invited. Comrades."

"Since I moved out of the family home, I don't even know your circle of friends... Well, I don't know who I should invite or who I shouldn't invite. I have to respect my son's wishes, and I don't know what he likes. Birthday party".

Her mind was a mess, she was thinking too much, and had the urge to just do nothing.

Song Mingze didn't know what was so annoying about this. He rubbed his slender waist with his big palms. After feeling his wife's body gradually softening, he stood up slightly and took her into the room with his big hands.

The low and hoarse voices came and went, and only one sentence was heard, "Leave it to your son to make arrangements for himself. What you have to do now is to look at your husband."

The ambiguous and charming atmosphere was isolated in the room, and it gradually subsided until late at night.

The next day, Lu Chuyao slept until daylight.

Song Mingze, who didn't have to go to work, got up early and went into the kitchen. Today was Saturday, and his children didn't have to go to school. It was rare that he wanted to be a loving father and husband at home.

Whenever he cooks, he basically cooks pasta.Boil a pot of noodles under water, and then use another pot to fry the noodles.When the noodles can be pinched off, it means they are cooked. Drain them into pure water, add a layer of chili and stir-fry the meat, and you're done.