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Raising My Kid in the 60s: We Have Meat Every Meal

share time: 2025-12-10 06:02:10

In 1962, Lin Wan, a woman from out of town, arrived at Qingyang Village with her cute, doll-like child. While other families survived on corn bread and pickles, the aroma of meat always wafted from her house—braised pork with rice, soy sauce ribs, even her kid’s snack was an oil-glazed soft-boiled egg. The village women, green with envy, secretly reported her to the village head. But what the head saw when peeking through the fence was Lin Wan squatting by the stove, blowing on porridge for her kid, with a pot of native chicken soup simmering on the fire. Even stranger: her basket always had endless eggs, and rabbits from the back mountain would jump into her arms. When the village bully came to rob meat with a stick, Lin Wan grabbed a kitchen knife and stood in front of her kid: “Whoever touches my kid’s meat, I’ll fight them to the death!” But late at night, she’d hold her kid and cry while staring at the jade pendant in her hand—for the baby she couldn’t protect in her past life, she’d defy fate just to let her kid eat meat every meal in this life!

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