Tingting and Jianjun put all the steamed buns, mantou, beef, and other things they made before the Chinese New Year into the space.

Now that Tingting is pregnant and her belly is big, she can't cook anymore, but she has everything she needs, so Jianjun is relieved.

For lunch today, Tingting prepared sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork, steamed buns, chicken soup, and cold dishes.

Jianjun was exhausted today. The two of them started eating, and Tingting ate quite a bit more because she saw how much he was enjoying his food.

After finishing his meal, Jianjun went back to work, leaving her at home feeling extremely bored.

Thinking back to this time last year, the two of them were picking wild vegetables on the mountain.

Tingting decided to take a basket and go up the mountain to take a look. She was bored anyway, so she might as well get some exercise. More exercise would be good for her later.

I picked a lot of wild vegetables on the mountain. When I saw a deer, I thought to myself, "I've never eaten deer before." I was a little eager to try it.

He took out the tools from his spatial storage, moved them behind the deer, and solved the problem. He then stored the tools back in his spatial storage.

When Jianjun returned home and didn't see Tingting, he was a little anxious: "Where did you go?" he asked anxiously when he saw Tingting come back.

"I was bored today and wanted to go up the mountain. I shot a deer. That was too dangerous for you. What if you got hurt? You're pregnant."

When Tingting saw that Jianjun was speaking rather sternly, her mood, which was already fluctuating during her pregnancy, started to rise and she burst into tears.

Jianjun panicked when he saw Tingting crying. He wiped away her tears and hugged her, saying, "Don't cry. I was just worried about you."

"Are you worried about the child or me? Of course I'm worried about you. You're the most important. If we encounter danger on the mountain, how will I find you? I'll regret it and have nowhere to cry."

When Tingting heard him say that, she stopped crying. "Then why were you so mean to me?"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong," Jianjun tapped Tingting's nose with his finger. "Okay, being a mother is like being a child."

"Why don't you pamper me anymore now that I'm your mother? I'll always pamper you, you'll always be my little princess. Hurry up, Your Highness, go sit down, you've been busy all day, take a rest."

Tingting got onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and Jianjun washed his hands and prepared to cook. "Bao, let's see what you want to eat today."

"Let's have braised prawns and four-happiness meatballs for tonight, and braised pig's trotters with soybeans, that'll make four dishes. Let's also have some dandelion with dipping sauce."

As she spoke, Tingting took the dishes from her spatial storage, with rice as the main dish.

When Jianjun saw that she had produced so many things all at once, he laughed and said to Tingting, "You're like a treasure chest, you can conjure up anything you want."

"Haha, then you'd better make good use of my treasure chest. After dinner, the two of us lay on the kang to digest."

"Honey, I see your feet are swollen. Luckily, we had all kinds of shoe sizes when we came, otherwise we wouldn't be able to wear any shoes."

"I'll boil some water for you to soak your feet and give you a massage."

“You must be exhausted from work today, go to sleep. But no, my wife is the biggest contributor to our family. If this baby starts causing you trouble after it's born, I’ll beat him up.”

Tingting said with a smile, "I bet you won't be able to bear it when the time comes. You won't even agree to me beating him if he misbehaves."

"Jianjun smiled and went to fetch hot water for Tingting to soak her feet. He tested the water temperature with his hand and said, 'Wife, Jianjun, you soak your feet in the basin too. Take off your shoes quickly.'" Tingting said to Jianjun.

In the basin are the swollen little feet pressed down by the big feet. Tingting took them out for prenatal education. You should quickly read stories to the child.

Under the kerosene lamp, Tingting leaned her head against Jianjun. Although the child was not yet born, it was still a part of her parents' love story.