A beautiful and wealthy woman from the 21st century becomes a handsome young educated youth in the 1970s. Framed by her hypocritical best friend and sent to the countryside, she relies on her golde...
An Qingbai wasn't just talking to Zhuang Zhimeng this time; to be precise, he, Zhuang Zhimeng, and Su Mengmeng were all gathered at Jiang Yanxia's house, and Maoxian was about to give birth.
An Qingbai and Su Mengmeng didn't come specifically because of the birth of the yarn. Instead, they ran into Jiang Yanxia, who was looking for Zhuang Zhimeng, at Zhuang Zhimeng's door and came over together.
"Zhimeng, I'm so nervous! I don't know if Maoxian will be able to give birth to the puppies smoothly."
Zhuang Zhimeng patted Jiang Yanxia's hand reassuringly.
"Relax. If you're nervous, Maoxian is probably even more nervous. She senses your emotions and she's anxious too!"
Jiang Yanxia took several deep breaths.
"You're right, I can't be nervous, I need to relax."
Su Mengmeng teased her from the side.
"Hehe, Xiazi, it's not like you're about to give birth, why are you so nervous?"
Jiang Yanxia pinched his arm.
"Of course I'm nervous! What if something goes wrong with the yarn?"
Just as Su Mengmeng was about to say something, An Qingbai reminded them.
"Let's stop focusing on the yarn and stressing it out. Let's get it something nutritious to eat!"
Su Mengmeng nodded and followed An Qingbai to the kitchen to cook brown sugar water and eggs for Maoxian.
Jiang Yanxia touched the end of the yarn.
"Eat the delicious food first, then you can have more food later. Otherwise, what will you do if you don't have the energy?"
Zhuang Zhimeng was amused by her and patted Jiang Yanxia lightly.
"Hehe, come on, Xiazi, do you think it can understand you? If it could understand you, it would be a spirit!"
Jiang Yanxia also burst out laughing.
"Hehe, I'm just kidding, trying to ease my tension. I'm really too nervous!"
Then extend your hand.
"Zhimeng, look at my hands, they're covered in sweat!"
Zhuang Zhimeng smiled and pointed to the yarn.
"Look at the expression on your face, doesn't it look like it's mocking you for being so naive?"
Jiang Yanxia actually turned her head to look, then smiled and patted Zhuang Zhimeng on the shoulder.
"Haha, Zhimeng, you're kidding me! The yarn has always been like that!"