Ye Qing had transmigrated into a book — into a 1970s military marriage novel — as a “background wall.” a character who only existed in the conversations between the female and male leads.
Qin Ye shook his head: "The nearby villages and towns have been informed of this matter. As long as we see her shadow, we will know the news."
"There's not much of a problem in the compound, but you have to be careful when you go to school. After all, the junior high school is quite a distance away from our compound, and there are few people there."
Zhao Qingmei swallowed her saliva and nodded vigorously: "Yes, I remember it!"
Looking at Zhao Qingmei's departing back, Ye Qing sighed: "She is still a child. This is really embarrassing for her."
"No! She should go to high school when school starts again, right? The high school is in the county town!"
"Qin Ye, not many people in the county know her."
Qin Ye was stunned for a moment: "Is he going to high school? Then I have to discuss it with Brigade Commander Zhao and Political Commissar Zhang."
"Sister, you boil the water and I'll kill the chicken. I'll make the pheasant and mushroom stew later. Let Qingqing take a break."
Qin Ye shouted into the room, then said to Ye Qing, "Go and have a rest first. I'll deal with this matter after dinner."
Nannan ran out holding a can of fruit: "Mom, can I have canned fruit?"
Ye Qing smiled and said, "Of course! Come on, mom will open it for you, but don't eat too much..."
Looking at the two people, one big and one small, walking away, Qin Ye smiled: This is the feeling of home, it feels so good!
She took out two bowls from the kitchen, put a piece of canned fruit in each bowl for Nannan, and gave her a fork so that she could eat with it.
The fork was made of sharpened wood by Qin Ye, and the tip was carefully ground off to prevent it from pricking people. Nannan was used to it and didn't need anyone's help to eat canned food.
Ye Qing weighed another piece and ate it herself.
Looking at Qin Ye who was busy outside, she took the chopsticks, picked up a piece and walked out: "Open your mouth."
Qin Ye looked up and saw Ye Qing holding a piece of canned fruit waiting to feed him. He was also holding a freshly killed pheasant in his hand! He had no choice but to open his mouth and let Ye Qing feed him.
Take a bite of the sweet canned fruit and the sweetness will go all the way to your heart.
Ye Qing looked at the canned soup on his lips, which looked so good with his handsome face! A small piece of sugar water flowed down the corner of his mouth, which was a bit unsightly. She couldn't help but reach out to help him wipe it off.
Qin Ye felt the touch of her soft little hands, and couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple sliding. Even with the nourishment of the sugar water, he still felt dry mouth and tongue, and all the muscles in his body were tense.
Ever since Ye Qing became pregnant, he didn't dare touch her at all. Every night he felt the warmth and softness of her body beside him but didn't dare to move. Only he knew how that felt.
Now, one of her small moves broke his defense again.
Looking at Qin Ye's tense jawline, Ye Qing was a little dazed: "Are you...uncomfortable?"
Qin Ye quickly shook his head: "No...no!"
The voice was hoarse and something was obviously wrong.
Before Ye Qing could ask anything else, he raised his head. His dark eyes seemed to swallow her up. He opened his thin lips and said, "Move aside. The water is boiling. Don't get burned."
Ye Qing suddenly realized what he was trying to do and her cheeks immediately turned red.
Ye Lan looked at the two of them and said with a smile, "It's a good thing that the couple has a good relationship. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
"Qingqing, stay away from me. The scalded chicken feathers are very smelly. I don't want to make you smell the stench."
After hearing Ye Lan's words, Ye Qing took a few steps back.