The next morning, after everyone had breakfast, they went to work.
Meanwhile, at Liu Dekai's home.
"Aunt Liao, what are we having for breakfast today?" Mo Youyou got up listlessly. She didn't want to go to work, but considering that her attendance rate this month wasn't high, she decided to go anyway.
Even those with connections need to put on an act occasionally, but they can't go too far, otherwise their father will lose face.
"Fish soup noodles. There was still some fish soup left over from last night, so I made some fish soup noodles." Aunt Liao brought out three bowls of fish soup noodles, which looked especially delicious.
Just smelling this aroma made Liu Dekai's mouth water.
Zhang Cuihua also liked to drink fish soup. After all, fish is cheaper than beef and mutton, but its nutritional value is not low. So she always asked Aunt Liao to go to the market to buy fish to cook.
"Aunt Liao, bring out some more pickled radish to eat with the fish soup noodles," Zhang Cuihua called out.
Fish soup noodles are too bland. Although they are suitable for breakfast, we need something flavorful to whet our appetites.
Homemade pickled radishes are the best.
"Aunt Liao, add some chili oil to the pickled radishes," Liu Dekai said; he loved that.
Mo Youyou didn't have much of an appetite, but she thought she should eat something anyway, since she was eating lunch at the army canteen today. What good food could the canteen possibly have?
If you have a light breakfast, you won't be too hungry at lunchtime.
Three bowls of fish soup noodles were already laid out, and Mo Youyou walked over and sat down.
For some reason, she, who usually doesn't dislike eating fish, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when she smelled the fish soup.
Could it be that she didn't sleep well last night and is feeling unwell because she's not feeling well?
Mo Youyou picked up her chopsticks, and as soon as she tasted a little flavor on her tongue, she felt the uncomfortable feeling intensify.
Never mind, I'll think about it when I'm hungry. Breakfast isn't absolutely necessary.
"You guys eat, I'm not hungry, so I won't eat." After saying that, Mo Youyou drank half a glass of warm water to suppress her discomfort, and then went to work.
After she left, Zhang Cuihua complained to Liu Dekai.
"What happened to Youyou again? Did you two have a fight last night?" Zhang Cuihua asked worriedly, as she was afraid the two of them would quarrel every day.
When they argue, there's never a peaceful day at home.
"No, why are you arguing? Mom, don't talk nonsense!" Liu Dekai slurped his noodles, then added a bite of pickled radish mixed with chili oil.
It was absolutely beautiful!
"Then why isn't she eating breakfast?" Zhang Cuihua wondered, thinking that Mo Youyou wasn't averse to fish. "Could it be that she disliked the leftover fish soup from last night?"
Mo Youyou is indeed very picky about food. There are many things she doesn't like to eat. At home, she not only eats meals, but also picks and chooses fruits, snacks, and other things she buys. So it's normal for Zhang Cuihua to suspect that she is being picky.
"If she doesn't want to eat, she doesn't want to eat. Why do you care? She's not short of money. Why would she let herself go hungry?" Liu Dekai, on the other hand, was eating happily.
Just then, Mo Youyou's bowl remained untouched. After finishing his own bowl, he asked Zhang Cuihua if she wanted more.
“One bowl is enough for me,” Zhang Cuihua said.
"Okay, then I'll eat this bowl, don't waste it!" With that, Liu Dekai devoured the bowl that Mo Youyou hadn't touched, just like a whirlwind.
Mo Youyou went out and felt a bit of a cold wind on the road, which made the uncomfortable feeling dissipate a lot.
Without thinking too much about it, she assumed it was because she hadn't slept well last night and was thinking of going to bed early tonight.
Once at work, it's the same routine of dawdling through the morning.
First, wipe your workspace clean and tidy up the things on your desk. Then, make yourself a cup of tea, find a newspaper, and read it while waiting for any urgent tasks to come—assign non-urgent tasks to later dates if possible.
Since the work is never-ending, why rush it?
Mo Youyou brewed the tea, returned to her seat, and opened the newspaper—
"Ugh..." Suddenly, she made a gagging sound, but didn't actually vomit.
Before she could even take a sip of water to calm herself down, she vomited again.
Mo Youyou patted her chest to calm herself down, but the nausea and discomfort surged up again, accompanied by the urge to vomit.
"What's wrong? Am I sick?" Mo Youyou touched her forehead. It shouldn't be hot, right?
At this moment, Sister Luo, who was sitting next to her, peeked out and saw that Mo Youyou's face was pale. She frowned and thought that Mo Youyou looked like she was pregnant.
Those who have been through it all know that they can tell something just by looking at a few reactions.
"Youyou, when was your last period?" Sister Luo asked.
"Huh?" Mo Youyou was stunned for a moment. She had never thought of it in this direction before. Only when Sister Luo brought it up did she start to think about it seriously.
Last month's letter...
Was it last month? No, it doesn't seem to have come last month. Was it the month before last?
“Sister Luo, it’s been almost two months since my last period!” Mo Youyou replied. She understood what Sister Luo meant, but she didn’t think it was necessarily true. “However, my periods have never been very regular. I’ve had this happen before, and I even went to the hospital to check, but it wasn’t because I was pregnant.”
Irregular menstruation is a very common phenomenon.
This does not necessarily mean that the person is pregnant.
That's why Mo Youyou didn't pay much attention to menstrual blood.
“But not only is your period so late, your face is also so pale, and you feel nauseous and want to vomit. This is not just one symptom. In my opinion, you should go to the hospital to make an appointment and get checked out!” Sister Luo advised.
Although conflicts are inevitable in the office, and Sister Luo occasionally gets annoyed by Mo Youyou, finding her particularly annoying because she takes leave from time to time just because she has a brigade commander as her father, they are, after all, women. They may have minor grudges, but they don't necessarily harbor deep hatred.
If Mo Youyou is indeed pregnant, that's a good thing. Sister Luo will only congratulate her and take better care of her in her daily work.
"It's working hours now. I'm afraid it wouldn't be good for me to go to the hospital at this time," Mo Youyou said hesitantly.
Sister Luo rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "So, this young lady knows she's in a bad mood today? When she's usually late or leaving early without saying a word, why doesn't she utter a single bad word?"
What are you pretending for now?
Pregnancy is a big deal, especially in the early stages; it shouldn't be taken lightly.
Mo Youyou's pale face was worrying to behold, and Sister Luo simply couldn't remain indifferent.
"Oh dear, you should go get checked out right away, you look terrible! If the boss comes over, I'll tell her you went to the hospital, don't worry!" Sister Luo kindly offered her help.
Mo Youyou thought about it and realized that it made sense.
What if this isn't a misunderstanding, and she really is pregnant?
"Thank you, Sister Luo!" Mo Youyou then slung her bag over her shoulder and headed to the military hospital.
I made an appointment with the obstetrics and gynecology department, and the doctor immediately ordered a blood test.
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