"I'm really not pregnant." Yu Yao was about to explain that she and Lu Ze planned to have a child in two years.

Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door; it was Lu Ze's voice.

"Ayao, there's a problem with the smokeless stove. Comrade Zhu wants you to go and take a look quickly."

Hu Lingyu waved her hand, "I'm fine now. You can go ahead and get back to work."

Seeing her mother looking listless, Yu Yao asked, "Mom, are you really alright? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Mom is fine, you should go over there."

Yu Yao nodded, thinking she would find an opportunity to explain things properly to Hu Lingyu later.

Looking at her son's tall and imposing back, Hu Lingyu couldn't help but mutter to herself.

It's said that if a couple can't conceive, the man is more likely to have the problem.

Does this mean my son is no good?

Zhizhi has a rosy complexion and looks very healthy. The doctor also said there was no problem during her previous physical examination.

If the wife is fine, then the problem lies with his son.

He looks so vigorous and energetic, yet after cultivating fertile land for more than half a year, nothing has grown. It must be his problem.

I just happened to get some good stuff, so I'll cook something nourishing for the young couple, hoping it will help them get married soon.

The problem with the smokeless stove wasn't too serious. Zhu Xinmin and Yu Yao discussed and came up with a solution, made some improvements, and solved the issue.

After lunch, Zhu Xinmin and Song Yiming had other matters to attend to, so they said goodbye.

In the afternoon, Yu Yao and Lu Ze were unusually quiet. Hu Lingyu took the tickets and money and sent Lu Ze to take Yu Yao to the department store.

She secretly stewed something delicious at home.

In the evening, Yu Yao and Lu Ze were reading in the bedroom when Hu Lingyu brought two bowls of stewed soup into the room.