The days that followed were uneventful. A week later, Wang Xinyi's belly still showed no signs of pregnancy, while Zhao Tiancheng was full of complaints and had lost a lot of weight.

"Brother Zhao, let's go home. Look at you, you're in such a state."

"Xinyi, be good and listen to me, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be in an even worse situation than this."

Wang Xinyi truly felt sorry for Zhao Tiancheng. This man was getting old and shouldn't have to worry about her like this anymore.

Touching her belly, she spoke softly to her baby, "Son, why aren't you being good? Why aren't you coming out yet? Your dad is getting worried. You're nine months along already, it's time for you to come out and meet everyone."

But no matter how anxious they were, there was still no sign of pregnancy.

It's been nine and a half months, which is thirty-eight weeks, but the baby is as still as a mountain, refusing to come out.

Looking at the elderly couple, Zhang Hongmei truly felt for them; they had endured so much. Wang Xinyi was doing somewhat better. She ate various nourishing soups every day, and her health seemed quite good. But Zhao Tiancheng seemed extremely anxious.

It's almost been ten months. Zhao Haozheng still hasn't returned. With no other option, Zhang Hongmei uses her weekends to go to his family's textile factory to check the accounts and inventory.

Zhao Tiancheng is completely preoccupied now. He spends all his time with Wang Xinyi, but he's still worried about her.

Zeng Zhongkang was not only a driver but also responsible for sales to the textile factory. Although they were all regular customers, he still had to communicate about the quantity and quality.

Seeing that the two of them were doing very well, Zhao Tiancheng completely let go.

I'm only in the hospital, but I feel much better.

Those ten people didn't go home for the past two months. Instead, they went to the hospital to visit Wang Xinyi together, and they all brought gifts. Although it was just fruit, it still made people feel very comfortable.

Lauren Frain was in charge of her own farm and company. The grain was harvested, dried, and then taken away by the trading company without even being stored in the warehouse.

The potatoes were also harvested and sorted manually. Those that could be sold were given to trading companies, while the remaining damaged or small ones were washed and peeled by Zhang Hongmei with the help of several temporary workers.

A few days ago I made a pulping machine, which pulps everything into a paste, and then I hang a cotton cloth on a large pot to make the simplest way to pass the paste through.

In the end, I actually managed to make glass noodles. I had seen the process at my grandmother's mother's house in a past life. I never thought it would actually work.

Cheng Guangxu looked at the vermicelli drying in the farmyard. "Hongmei, how come you can do everything?"

"Wanting to eat gives me motivation."

"Are sweet potatoes also made into sweet potato flour?"

"Well, we've turned them all into sweet potato starch. How's your research on machinery going? Is it possible to design a machine for making rice noodles?"

"I need to think about it. I've really never dealt with these things before. I have absolutely no clue what to do."

Hongmei, what's with that movable cross on your cotton fabric?

"Let me demonstrate for you. You see, the four corners of the cotton cloth should be tied to the four ends of this cross, because both potato and sweet potato pulp are very sticky and won't easily leak down. If you swing the wood up and down, you see, doesn't that speed up the dripping of the pulp?"

"It really is, but there's also a lot of residue left."

"It's okay. You can wash it with water, scoop out the residue, and let the remaining liquid sit. It will settle, and the sediment is just starch, isn't it?"

"Huh? We both come from the countryside, why do I feel like such an idiot in front of you?"

Zhang Hongmei glared at Cheng Guangxu and then ignored him.

That's good. The vermicelli and starch are all dried.

After thinking about it, I decided to do the same with the potatoes from Zhao Tiancheng's farm, otherwise the leftovers would be a waste.

When I got home in the evening, I loaded all the vermicelli and starch into the farm's small truck and drove it home.

Zeng Zhongkang wanted to drive the truck, and Zhang Hongmei had no objection; in fact, she complained that the road was too bumpy.

When they got home, they unloaded all the goods. Shen Yunfang took one look and immediately smiled.

"There are also glass noodles? Is this starch? We'll have hot and sour noodles tonight, and I'll make you some tea soup tomorrow morning."

"Hehe, that's great. I want to eat pork stew with vermicelli." Cheng Guangxu quickly told Shen Yunfang what he wanted to eat, hoping he could have it tomorrow.

"Hehe, if you're not going out tomorrow, we'll have pork stew with vermicelli for lunch. If you're going out during the day, we'll have it for dinner."

"Aunt Chen, we have to go to Uncle Zhao's farm tomorrow, so we'll eat tonight. Please make a bowl of hot and sour noodles quickly, and I'll take it to Aunt Wang."

"Hongmei, you should finish eating first before sending it over. Hot and sour noodles are quite convenient."

“Okay, then pack a third of the vermicelli and starch and send it to Annie. My godmother will definitely know how to eat it.”

After the group finished eating, Zeng Zhongkang drove the two to the hospital. Zhang Hongmei helped her prepare hot and sour noodles, which made Wang Xinyi's mouth water.

"I like this flavor. Where did these glass noodles come from?"

"These are potatoes that no one wanted and that leaked out from my farm. I'll go to your farm tomorrow and make vermicelli there too."

As Zhao Tiancheng watched his wife eat happily, he said, "Hongmei, don't buy any more potatoes from the farm. Just turn them into vermicelli."

"There's no need for that. We didn't intend to sell them; we just want to eat them ourselves. Having too many is useless, and we'll be dealing with the sweet potatoes anyway. You should just sell what you can."

"Hehe, I'll listen to you. I just want to make sure your Aunt Wang likes it."

After leaving the hospital, the two went to Annie's house. They were having dinner, but Huang Meihua was still very excited when she saw the vermicelli.

"I want to eat pork stew with glass noodles."

"Hehe, godmother, you and Cheng Guangxu both want to eat this. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night? We'll have rice and pork stew with vermicelli?"

“Sure, all four of us will go and let them try the vermicelli.”

The next morning, Zeng Zhongkang went to his farm in two cars, loaded all the equipment onto them, and brought two workers with him to help out for a few days.

Zhao Tiancheng's farm had a lot of small and damaged potatoes, and he was able to produce vermicelli and starch in just one day.

Because they had guests at home today, Zhang Hongmei left the truck with her workers and told them to come back tomorrow to help with the drying. Zeng Zhongkang drove the two of them home.

"Sigh! Tomorrow's Monday again, and I feel like I still have a lot of work to do."

Zeng Zhongkang didn't know how to respond. But in his heart, he thought, "You're just having fun by yourself. You're so happy you don't even want to go to school."

The corn should be ready for harvest in a little over a month. There's a threshing machine here too. Zhao Tiancheng's family also has cotton and soybeans. They'll definitely use the cotton themselves, and the soybeans will be given to the ranch.