Shu Ying nodded her head with one hand, "You're right. So many things happened today, I feel like my brain isn't enough to keep up. Sister Song, let's go together. If I go alone, I can only offer some suggestions and can't really help much. You learn things quickly, so if the two of you go together, you should be able to finish quickly."

Besides discussing some details, we also need to ensure the workmanship is exquisite. We all live in the same compound and see each other all the time, so the quality naturally has to be good.

Song Zhaodi glanced at Xie Zhiyan somewhat embarrassed, but he waved his hand dismissively, "Go ahead."

His gaze fell on Shu Ying. "Don't stay up too late."

Shu Ying nodded, and she and Song Zhaodi went to the street ahead.

When Song Zhaodi came out of the courtyard, she was still indignant. "That Ding Rumei is really hateful. She caused such a big mess today. Fortunately, the neighbors were not swayed by her rumors. People like Ding Rumei should be arrested."

Shu Ying smiled without saying a word. In fact, there was someone else who should be arrested. Her gaze was firm, and she would definitely expose the truth when the time was right.

Xie Wanying opened the living room window. For some reason, she had been feeling a tightness in her chest since this afternoon, as if a breath was stuck in her trachea and couldn't go up or down.

“You’re carrying my grandson right now, how can you not eat? You haven’t eaten much all day. If you don’t eat, my grandson won’t get any nutrition. You should at least eat something.”

Seeing that Xie Wanying hadn't even taken two bites before leaving the table, Wang Yayun tapped the table with her chopsticks to signal her to come back.

Xie Wanying felt a little irritated, but she had no choice but to sit down again. "Mom, I really don't have much of an appetite right now. The weather has been hot these past few days, and the doctor said that the baby is still very small and can't absorb any nutrition at all. He's still just an undeveloped fetus."

Moreover, the chicken soup Wang Yayun made already had a fishy smell. She ate it three times a day, and she saw it at two out of those meals. Just smelling it made her want to vomit.

Even if she were pregnant, she shouldn't be eating like this.

Fang Deshan had a social engagement outside and had already left during dinner time, leaving only the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law at the table. Wang Yayun looked somewhat displeased.

“You’re pregnant, so you need to eat more. Otherwise, how will you give my grandson a healthy body? Wait a minute, I’ll go to the kitchen and make you a cold appetizer.”

Xie Wanying's temples throbbed. Wang Yayun got up and went into the kitchen. She changed her shoes and was about to leave when Wang Yayun seemed to sense something and peeked out.

"We haven't even finished our meal yet, where are you going?"

Xie Wanying said patiently, "Mom, I really can't eat anymore. It's cooler outside now, I'll go for a walk."

Wang Yayun immediately put down the knife in her hand and rushed out of the kitchen. "Go back and sit down. You're still in your early pregnancy and can't move around too much. If you go out and some clueless person bumps into you and something happens to my grandson, who will I complain to?"

Xie Wanying's pent-up anger intensified. These past few days, Wang Yayun had been monitoring her like a madwoman, and she even felt like she no longer had any personal freedom.

No matter where we go, we have to pack everything for her in advance, and even the food we eat has to be a one-to-one replica of some so-called nutritious meal.