Zhao Huanhuan looked at him silently, pursing her lips without saying a word.

She got her period. She hadn't felt anything before, and her stomach hadn't hurt before, but after realizing that her period had started, her stomach started to hurt.

Moreover, her underwear is now soiled, and she wants to change it. She wants him to leave for a moment, but she doesn't know how to tell him.

Now she realizes that there are many awkward and inconvenient situations when a man and a woman are in the same room.

"Tell me, what's wrong? What do you need me to do?" The more she didn't say, the more anxious Lin Yuan became.

"Well, I've started my period, so I need to change my clothes. Can you sit in the yard for a while?" Zhao Huanhuan said shyly.

Lin Yuan was taken aback. Menstruation?

For a moment he didn't understand what it was, but when he saw Zhao Huanhuan's hand pressing on her stomach intentionally or unintentionally, he suddenly understood.

A woman's menstrual cycle.

Although he didn't know the specifics, he had seen his mother have an upset stomach and pale face for a few days every month. His father would make his mother rest more, and wouldn't let her cook, wash clothes, or touch cold water.

He remembered that Zhao Huanhuan had helped him wash vegetables at noon, and felt a pang of annoyance. He quickly stood up and asked, "Does your stomach hurt a little?"

Zhao Huanhuan nodded silently, it seemed he understood.

"Do you have any brown sugar at home?" Lin Yuan asked.

Zhao Huanhuan shook her head.

Actually, she didn't know where it was, but she couldn't say she didn't know where the brown sugar was kept at home, nor could she search for it in front of him.

Lin Yuan nodded, "You go change your clothes first, I'll go out for a bit."

Zhao Huanhuan nodded, and after he left, she quickly stood up and rushed back into her room to find her underwear, specifically black pants.

In this era, there were no sanitary napkins, only toilet paper was available.

After tidying herself up, Zhao Huanhuan squatted in the bathroom and washed her underwear. Too embarrassed to hang it out to dry in the yard, she hung it in the corner of the bathroom and covered it with a bath towel so that people entering the bathroom couldn't see it at a glance.

After tidying up, her stomach started to hurt even more, so she went back to bed.

Her stomach pain intensified, and she could only curl up in a ball.

In her past life, she was healthy and exercised often. She never experienced abdominal pain or illness during her period. Seeing some of her colleagues looking like they were about to die during their periods terrified her. She couldn't understand why there was such a big difference between women.

Now that she has personally experienced what it feels like to have menstrual cramps, she understands her colleagues a little better.

People used to envy her; now she envies them.

When Lin Yuan returned, he didn't see Zhao Huanhuan in the living room, so he quickly went to the bedroom and saw her curled up on the bed. He said, "I went to buy brown sugar. I'll make you a cup. Drinking some will make you feel better."

Zhao Huanhuan opened her eyes, glanced at him, and nodded.

He went to make brown sugar water, and Zhao Huanhuan got up and sat in the living room. "If you're using a tea mug, just make half a mug. If you make too much, it will get cold before I can finish it. This should be drunk hot."

“I know, I used to help my mom with that!” Lin Yuan replied.

After brewing the wine for her and placing it on the coffee table, Lin Yuan went out into the yard to find a wine bottle and some wood. She used a cleaver from the Zhao family's yard to carve a cork, tested it to make sure it fit perfectly, then scooped water to wash the bottle clean, wiped it dry with a towel, filled it with hot water, and sealed the bottle tightly with the cork. After making sure no water would leak out, she wrapped it in a towel and handed it to Zhao Huanhuan.

Zhao Huanhuan looked at him in surprise.

"Putting it on your stomach, they say it'll make you feel better," he said softly as he sat down beside her, looking at her pale face.

She looked perfectly healthy while taking a nap at noon, but in the blink of an eye, she was tormented by menstrual cramps and turned pale, which shows how painful it really was.

Looking at him like this, he felt a pang of heartache.

But that's all he can do for her. He also asked the auntie at the convenience store whether she needed to see a doctor for this kind of pain.

My aunt smiled and waved her hand, saying that it was no need, and that every woman would experience pain, usually on the first day but less on the second day, and that this situation would likely disappear after marriage.

She also taught him that if his wife was in a lot of pain, in addition to giving her brown sugar water, he could also prepare a hot water bottle for her to wrap in a towel and place on her lower abdomen. Basically, she would feel much better after an hour.

Zhao Huanhuan took it and said thank you. She then placed it on her lower abdomen, bending her legs to prevent it from falling down.

She took the brown sugar water he offered and drank it silently.

This brown sugar was darker in color and sweeter than the red sugar water she had drunk in her previous life.

After drinking a few sips of brown sugar water, she seemed to feel less pain. Holding the teacup in her hands, she glanced at him and gave him an embarrassed smile, "I didn't expect you to know these things."

Lin Yuan cleared his throat. “I used to see my mom feeling unwell for a few days every month. My dad wouldn’t let her cook, do laundry, or drink cold water. I was young and didn’t understand back then. Now that I think about it, I realize that’s what it was. I was even ordered by my dad to make brown sugar water for my mom back then.”

"The thermos was something the auntie at the convenience store told me about; I didn't know anything about it before. Huanhuan, if you feel unwell in the future, you must tell me directly. As long as I'm by your side, I will do my best to take good care of you," Lin Yuan said softly.

"Okay, thank you, you're so thoughtful." Zhao Huanhuan leaned back in the sofa chair, sighed, and seemed to feel much better and the pain had lessened.

Lin Yuan noticed that her complexion seemed less pale and asked, "Are you feeling any better?"

Zhao Huanhuan nodded, "Yes, this thermos is very useful. I feel much better now, and it doesn't hurt as much as before."

Lin Yuan was finally relieved. "Would you like to go back inside and sleep for a while longer?"

"I'm not going to sleep, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight," Zhao Huanhuan shook her head.

Then, the two of them sat silently for more than two hours, chatting occasionally, until Zhao Huanhuan could barely feel the stomach pain anymore, and it was time to make dinner.

Lin Yuan walked towards the kitchen, and Zhao Huanhuan tried to follow, but Lin Yuan chased her out, saying, "It's 5:30, go listen to the radio, I'll cook. How about noodles for dinner? There's some tofu left over from lunch, let's make tofu noodles?"

“Okay!” Zhao Huanhuan agreed.

Zhao Huanhuan didn't lift a finger for this meal; Lin Yuan did all the cooking.

When Zhao's parents returned, they were surprised to see Lin Yuan alone in the kitchen rolling out dough. "Where's Huanhuan? Why are you letting your son-in-law cook all by himself?"

When Zhao Huanhuan came out of the bedroom, Zhang Jinhua asked her in surprise, "Did Xiaolin cook all by herself?"

Zhao Huanhuan hummed in agreement. "I got my period. My stomach hurt this afternoon, and he wouldn't let me touch him, but it doesn't hurt anymore now."

The couple gasped in surprise, looking at Lin Yuan in the kitchen, then at Zhao Huanhuan. They suddenly realized that their daughter was truly blessed to have met such a caring son-in-law.

Zhao Fugui perked up. When it came to pampering his wife, he couldn't be left out. He quickly changed his clothes, washed his hands, and went to the kitchen to help his son-in-law.