"Glug, glug..."

The rabbit stew with radish in the pot has been boiling for quite a while.

Zhuang Mingcheng turned his head and saw his wife still sitting at the desk drawing.

He took a ladle, scooped some cold water into the pot, and then petted Little Flower, Little Tibetan Fox, and others.

Soon, it got completely dark.

Lu Fangfang smelled the aroma wafting in and finally felt tired.

Looking at the few pictures in her hand, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The cat's behavior really touched her deeply, and she wanted to draw a comic book about the Pallas's family, including everything she had seen.

After her baby was born, she would take the picture book and read it to the baby.

"Fangfang, wash your hands and eat. Don't overwork yourself."

In the courtyard, Zhuang Mingcheng called out.

Lu Fangfang glanced at him through the window and couldn't help but smile.

The way this guy tiptoed out just now really amused her.

I was drawing, not sleeping, and I'm so glad he was being so careful.

She stood up, stretched, strode out, hugged Zhuang Mingcheng, kissed him, and then went to wash her hands.

"Wife, what are you doing?"

"A reward for you."

Lu Fangfang smiled, clearly satisfied with his attitude.

It feels really good to have a man who supports you in everything you do.

After eating, she sat at her desk and drew for a while.

This time, Zhuang Mingcheng wasn't afraid of disturbing his wife. He propped his head up and sat quietly beside her, watching.

The more he looked, the more surprised he became. He had never seen many of the scenes of the Pallas's rabbit family in his wife's drawing.

"Wife, do Pallas's rabbits wag their tails when they hunt?"

"Yes, they use tail wagging to distract their prey."

As Lu Fangfang spoke, she drew with a pencil.

She hadn't drawn in a long time, so she was still a bit rusty and drew rather slowly.

She didn't put down her pen until nine o'clock in the evening.

Beside her, Zhuang Mingcheng stood up, massaged his wife's shoulders, and then the two of them quickly went to sleep.

...

The next day, the two of them got up very early again.

After breakfast, Lu Fangfang temporarily left Xiaohua and the little Tibetan fox at Sister Shufen's house.

She instructed the two dogs to catch mice well, and then she and Zhuang Mingcheng rode in a jeep towards the city.

This time they weren't going shopping; they were going to retrieve the photos they had developed a week ago, and more importantly, to get a thorough check-up at the hospital.

More than a month has passed since her first bout of morning sickness, and it's time for her prenatal checkup.

The jeep arrived at the city hospital quickly, just after nine o'clock.

Zhuang Mingcheng helped his wife out of the car, then turned around and said, "Xiao Liu, wait here for a bit, we'll be back after the checkup."

"Commander, you and your wife go ahead, don't worry about me."

Zhuang Mingcheng turned around, helped his wife, and went to the hospital.

On the way, Lu Fangfang turned her head to look at him and took his hand away.

She's not even that big in the belly yet, and this person is even more nervous than her.

Prenatal checkups were simple back then. Once the doctor heard she was pregnant, he gave her a form to have her urine tested.

When they returned with the test results, the doctor looked at them and smiled, saying to the couple, "Congratulations, you are indeed pregnant."

Zhuang Mingcheng stood beside his wife and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although he already knew his wife was pregnant, he was still very happy to hear it from the doctor.

"Comrade, do you have any chronic illnesses or a family history of hereditary diseases?"

The female doctor sat behind the table, writing something as she casually asked a question.

"No."

Lu Fangfang sat in the chair and shook her head.

"So, are you two related by blood?"

The doctor looked up at the two people, then lowered his head again. Just by looking at their skin color, it was clear that they were not close relatives.

"Doctor, we are not from the same place."

"Okay, you should take care to rest and not overwork yourself. If you feel unwell, come to the hospital."

As the doctor spoke, he picked up the form he had just written. "This is a pregnancy certificate. You're a military dependent, right? Your superiors are giving you a subsidy of two jin of egg coupons, meat coupons, and brown sugar coupons. Don't forget."

"Thank you, doctor."

Zhuang Mingcheng quickly took it.

When Lu Fangfang left the hospital, she was still a little dazed. The prenatal checkup was really simple, and the most useful thing was that she got a pregnancy certificate.

But considering the times we live in, it's not surprising.

The two then drove to a photo studio in the city and picked up all the photos.

More than fifty photos of the soldiers, plus photos of the two men, filled two large envelopes.

"Fangfang, should we go to the department store again?"

"Forget it, let's not go. We don't have much money, so we need to save it."

Lu Fangfang shook her head, not wanting to go either.

She still needs to save money; she can't afford to spend recklessly this month.

After hearing this, Zhuang Mingcheng told the driver to take the jeep back.

Upon arriving at the regiment, he had his wife take the envelope while he gathered the men of the first company of the first battalion.

"Hao Dazhuang".

Zhuang Mingcheng looked down at the photo in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

It was quite a coincidence that the first photo his wife handed him was of his communications officer.

"arrive."

Hao Dazhuang walked over quickly.

He took the photo from the group leader, looked at it, and saw that he was wearing a big red flower and smiling broadly. It was a very good photo.

I was overjoyed; this photo could even be used for a blind date.

He immediately saluted and said loudly, "Thank you, Commander! Thank you, Sister-in-law!"

"Go."

Zhuang Mingcheng waved his hand, then took a photo from his wife's hand.

"Liu Wengen".

"arrive!"

"Yang Zhongguo".

"arrive!"

...

In the end, Lu Fangfang only had three photos left. Two of them were individual photos of her and Zhuang Mingcheng, and the other was a photo of the two of them together.

She looked down at her own reflection and felt a surge of pride.

In the photo, she is wearing a sash and medals, and holding a certificate of merit in her hand. She looks beautiful.

I wonder if the people back home have received the good news yet; they must be very happy.