Chapter 152 Disgusted to the point of not wanting to breastfeed
Chapter 152 I hate it so much that I don’t want to breastfeed
Author: foraging swallows
Chapter 152 I hate it so much that I don’t want to breastfeed
Liu Jiajia started to cry again, scratching her hair, pointing at Mrs. An and Wang and asking for her son. She also got up to grab the baby girl from An Youcai's arms and strangled her to death. She refused to admit that it was her child.
"She's crazy! Girl Qiyue, you should go out first! Auntie, tell her slowly!" Mrs. An was afraid that Liu Jiajia would mess up and hurt Xia Qiyue again, so she got up and pushed her out.
But Liu Jiajia grabbed Xia Qiyue's arm, "Sister Qiyue, don't leave, save me, save my son, help me find my son! I want my son!"
Xia Qiyue had no choice but to pat Mrs. An Wang's hand, "Auntie, let me talk to her!"
At this time, the little daughter in An Youcai's arms was crying, heartbreakingly, and she looked like she was hungry.
"Jiajia, have you given milk yet? The baby is hungry!" Xia Qiyue tried to persuade her baby, but it had the opposite effect.
Liu Jiajia shook her head wildly, "Don't feed her, don't feed her, she is not my child, I gave birth to a son, a son, a son, a son! Don't you understand?"
This was because she disliked her daughter and didn't even want to breastfeed her. Hearing the pain of her child crying, Xia Qiyue had no choice but to go to a hot spot for milk and come back to feed her.
It was pitiful for such a young child to be rejected by his own mother, but seeing An Youcai carefully feeding milk bit by bit with a wooden spoon, Xia Qiyue felt that the little girl was lucky to have her father caring for her.
If the patriarch's family is a patriarchal family, it will be very difficult for the girl to grow up.
"Liu Jiajia was still shouting one after another, almost crazy.
Xia Qiyue asked Mrs. An Wang to help An Youcai feed the child. She moved to the end of the kang and gently patted Liu Jiajia's shoulder to comfort her.
"Jiajia, don't think too much. You see, you are talented and can take care of children. He especially likes the child you gave him!" Xia Qiyue didn't dare to talk about the daughter you gave him for fear of stimulating Liu Jiajia to go crazy again.
"Sister Qiyue, does he really like her?" Liu Jiajia asked Xia Qiyue in a low voice, her eyes full of disbelief.
"I like it! You can tell by the way he loves the child! He likes it very much!" Xia Qiyue nodded and let Liu Jiajia see An Youcai feeding the child.
"I...I don't believe that there is anything that a girl would like in a movie!" Liu Jiajia lowered her head and cried loudly.
Xia Qiyue patted her, and wanted to say a lot for a while, but An Wangshi beat her to it, "Jiajia, we don't favor boys over girls, and we even prefer granddaughters! I gave birth to four brats but couldn't give birth to a daughter. How about now?"
It’s easy to have a granddaughter, and I’m so happy!”
Liu Jiajia quickly raised her head and asked, "Really?"
"Of course it's true! Not only me, but our whole family likes it!" An Wang said quickly.
"Jiajia, my daughter is a caring little cotton-padded jacket, how cute she is!" Xia Qiyue also said, "And if you have received unequal treatment, then you don't want your daughter to suffer the same pain as you, right?"
Liu Jiajia said nothing and looked at An Youcai and the child.
"In the days to come, you will have children. Sons and daughters are the same. They are the children of the two of you! What's wrong with blooming first and bearing fruit later?" Seeing that Liu Jiajia finally calmed down, Mrs. An quickly kept up her efforts.
It doesn't matter if she doesn't like her daughter, then let her take care of her. As long as her wife is here at home, no one can bully her granddaughter.
"I always thought I was pregnant with a son. Grandma Qi next door said that I was pregnant with a boy. Why did it suddenly turn into a girl? It shouldn't be!"
Liu Jiajia muttered, still not believing that she was giving birth to a girl.
"Who can ensure that this thing can be seen accurately!" Xia Qiyue said helplessly, "Without a clairvoyant eye in the stomach, it's impossible to tell!"
Liu Jiajia is still sad, "I still do that, but in the end I can't give birth to a son. What should I do? I can't hold my head up!"
Mrs. An Wang sighed, how deeply has her daughter-in-law's natal family affected her? Is it a sin not to have a son?
"Okay Jiajia, Mom won't blame you for giving birth to a daughter, but she will reward you for giving birth to a daughter for our old An family! Don't think too much about it! What's the use of having so many brats? A daughter is better!
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Xia Qiyue said a lot of words of comfort to Mrs. An and Wang, but in the end, she had no choice. Xia Qiyue shamelessly did some popular science about sperm and eggs, and told her that it is the man who decides whether to have a boy or a girl.
It's not your fault.
Liu Jiajia was miraculously cured, her whole body was glowing with brightness, she no longer cried or made trouble, and she hugged the child obediently.
But there was something wrong with the look in An Youcai's eyes, as if he was accusing him of being useless and unable to raise a son.
Oh my god, Xia Qiyue helps me, who are these people? Is my son that important?
But yes, in ancient times, women who could not give birth to sons were always inferior to others.
Not only was she bullied by her husband's family, but she also had to hold her head low in front of her sisters-in-law. Maybe, her men might find someone else, and she couldn't tell.
How many are like Li Zheng's wife?
I only gave birth to a daughter, and I was able to separate the family and let a man take charge of the house, so I lived a comfortable life.
Xia Qiyue was so tired that it took a lot of effort to coax people, and several people came over.
Breakfast was ready, and An Zihao came out to eat with everyone on crutches. Although he couldn't use his left leg and couldn't touch the ground, he insisted on not letting anyone take care of him while using crutches.
After dinner, I have to be busy making sweets. Today is the day to make sweets. Xia Qiyue now makes sweets every other day. Fifty pounds of halva and fifty pounds of nougat. Nougat costs two taels of silver a pack.
The sales volume is half that of halva, but it is even more popular than halva.
After careful calculation, the termination of the contract with Li Ji did not cause any loss to her. She should still sell the candy.
There was no fear of retaliation. Everything was calm after such a long time. Li Ji and Wang Ji were open for business normally, and no one mentioned the crispy candy thing again.
The business is booming, but there are only a dozen or so, and at most only twenty know her address, and those twenty or so customers come and go every day.
Xia Qiyue deliberately didn't publicize it. Firstly, they couldn't do that much now, and secondly, she didn't have the ability to protect her own things, so she did what she could and made a small amount of money every day.
She has also saved a lot of money, trying to save enough money for all expenses before building a house in the spring. If there is any leftover, she will definitely take it to the lottery.
The pig house made her salivate, and then there were all kinds of machines. She discovered that the machines could be taken out and used, just look at the sugar press. It actually did not require electricity or oil. When Xia Qiyue was in space
You don't need to use your hands, but when you take it out, you will find that it is like a millstone, and the machine can be started by human power or oxen's horsepower.
She did some research when she had nothing to do, and this discovery made her overjoyed.
In a blink of an eye, it was the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, and Liu Jiajia was still young, but An Youcai had already gone back, leaving only An and Wang to take care of her.
The family's candy business is still booming, and there is a trend that there is less and less to sell. However, Xia Qiyue insists on selling a hundred pounds every other day, and the door of the small courtyard is full of people early in the morning.