Strict Wife of the '70s Manages the Household

Lin Lan was also taken aback, but she knew that Xiaowang always had a unique sensitivity to certain things. In this case, his feelings were extraordinarily delicate and compassionate.

Although she didn’t have a rich and scientific parenting experience before, she subconsciously wanted to guide him, lest he easily develop a pessimistic and depressed temperament.

She squatted down with a smile, rubbed her palms and warmly touched Xiaowang’s fleshy little face, “Child, trust and betrayal are mainly for emotions.”

Xiaowang seemed to understand a little bit, “What is emotion?”

He began to enter the stage of strong intellectual curiosity.

He used to be bored, always listening and thinking on his own, but now he was eager to know more.

Lin Lan thought for a while, “Let’s put it this way— you are my child and I love you, I am your mother and you love me; this is love. If Langtou hits you, I will hate him and punish him, but his mother would hate me; this is also an emotion. When I have good food or toys, I will give them to you, and when you’re unhappy, you would tell me about it; that is trust. However, we have an emotion between us called love, so if I told you my secret and you tell it to Langtou’s mother discreetly, that would be an act of betrayal towards me.”

Xiaowang immediately shook his head: “I will not betray mother!”

Lin Lan smiled and rolled her eyes, “You’re a good child; mother knows you won’t, but that was just for example. Nevertheless, if I tell others Liu Chunfang’s secret, it’s not considered a betrayal because we have neither love nor trust between us.”

Xiaowang nodded, “I understand now. Thank you, mother!”

Lin Lan touched his face, “In addition, chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle and sheep are poultry and livestock that we raise. They lay eggs for us, provide meat, and help us with work. Just like us growing crops to take good care of them and harvest good things for them to eat. Eggs and chickens are the same— if we feed them well, we can eat both their eggs and meat. As long as we’re eating what they provide and not killing them for sport, that is not betrayal.”

Lin Lan didn’t understand what effect she had on his young mind by saying all these words to him every now and then. They wouldn’t know until many years later, a certain famous artist Mr. Han would talk about the inspiration of his creations and he would reply, “It’s all thanks to my mother, who is an ordinary but great woman. Although she did not go to school for even a single day, she is a self-taught genius who learned a lot and taught me many principles in life.”

Back in the present, Xiaowang was comprehending the two magical words of trust and betrayal, which gave him a mysterious and inexpressible feeling.

This was something that he couldn’t understand before.

So he fell into thought again.

Lin Lan was used to him being in a daze at certain periods of time, so she told the children not to disturb him and leave him alone.

After the meat was almost done prepping, Lin Lan started to make lunch.

The pig’s blood must be eaten on that day. Therefore, she stewed a pot of pig blood with some mushroom vermicelli. In addition, the ears, tongue and trotters were also packed and cooked.

Even though she was merely stewing it once, the firewood shouldn’t be wasted, so she also put the salted duck eggs that she pickled herself to boil, saving it as side dishes next time.