Chapter 174 Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Fu Ci, her meaning...
In the blink of an eye, Fu Yu is four months old, and in addition to breast milk, she has started to eat complementary foods.
Seeing her daughter eating such bland complementary food every day, Fu Ci felt even more heartache.
"It's too bland, it has no flavor at all."
Tang Mingli thought so too, but the baby's internal organs are still developing, and they can't handle eating too much strong flavor, especially their kidneys.
She smiled as she watched her daughter eat with relish, even though it was bland food, and thought to herself that this was the benefit of never having eaten anything good.
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.
If you've never eaten delicious food, you naturally won't find it unpalatable.
I'm really curious to see how my baby will react when they can eat flavored food. Will they be shocked that such delicious food exists in the world?
Hearing his wife's words, Fu Ci smiled and looked at his daughter with a doting expression, saying, "When our daughter is old enough to eat flavorful food, I will definitely let her taste all the delicacies in the world."
That's a very assertive statement, but she likes it.
She feigned jealousy: "You're only taking our daughter, not me?"
Fu Ci smiled at her, his tone as gentle as ever, "Haven't I always taken you out to eat?"
However, he has indeed been less active since he shifted his career focus to Shenzhen.
Thinking of this, Fu Ci suddenly had an idea and said to his wife, "Why don't we eat out for lunch today?"
Tang Mingli was also somewhat tempted. During her pregnancy, she barely ate out because she was worried about the fetus. After the baby was born, she also paid close attention to her diet in order to breastfeed.
The taste of food outside is... well, it's better not to mention it, because just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
Fortunately, she was a person who could remain rational in the face of major issues, and in the end she firmly shook her head.
"No, let's wait until my daughter is weaned before she eats it."
Since having children, his wife has surprised him time and time again.
Who would believe that someone with such a sweet tooth could abstain from food for so long for the sake of their child?
He said with concern, "I know a newly opened restaurant that has pretty good soup. Shall we go try it?"
In an attempt to sway his wife, he emphasized, "We'll only eat what we can eat, and we won't even look at what we can't eat."
Tang Mingli's willpower began to crumble in the face of her husband's sincerity.
Madam Fu chimed in, "Go ahead, go ahead. You two haven't gone out on a date in a long time. We'll take care of the child, so don't worry."
Alright, Tang Mingli's willpower has completely collapsed.
I'll just go out for a meal and treat myself.
Fu Ci drove Tang Mingli to the newly opened restaurant, which had a very Chinese-style decor and its main product was stewed soup.
The two ordered a soup and three dishes, and the soup was served shortly afterward.
Fu Ci considerately served her a bowl, and Tang Mingli sighed with satisfaction after taking the first sip.
"It's strange. Actually, Aunt Guihua's cooking skills are also very good, but why do I still sometimes feel that food from outside tastes better?"
"It's normal. Eating the same food cooked by one person all the time can cause taste bud fatigue. On the other hand, eating out can bring a different taste experience due to the novelty of the food, and since you're also in a different mood, the experience is naturally different."
Tang Mingli was surprised that he could analyze food so knowledgeably, and joked, "If you don't go into business, you can be a food critic."
Fu Ci was somewhat surprised, as this was the first time he had heard this term: "There's such a profession?"
Tang Mingli wanted to say yes, but then she remembered that it was still the 1980s.
In an era when even basic needs like food and clothing were not met, there was no such thing as food reviews.
She could only laugh and say, "Maybe in the future."
Furthermore, it will spark a craze for food review programs.
Fortunately, Fu Ci didn't think her words were far-fetched; instead, he discussed them with her seriously.
"As material wealth increases in the future, this profession might actually become a reality."
After finishing a bowl of soup, all three dishes we ordered were served.
Considering that Tang Mingli was still breastfeeding, she ordered relatively light dishes, but she didn't mind the deliciousness brought by the novelty.
Tang Mingli ate each bite with great satisfaction, so much so that she couldn't help but think of her daughter who could only drink milk and eat tasteless complementary foods.
"I really look forward to the day when our daughter can eat flavorful food. I imagine even plain porridge with salt will amaze her."
It was something that was clearly boring, but Tang Mingli was full of anticipation for it.
Who knew that Fu Ci was even more cautious than her? Just imagining that day made her smile involuntarily.
"If my daughter can eat flavorful food, please tell me in advance so I can come back and witness it in person."
"this……"
That's unnecessary; it's even more exaggerated than hers.
However, this wasn't the first time the husband had exaggerated about his daughter.
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After lunch, Fu Ci asked if we wanted to go to the department store.
Without a second thought, Tang Mingli refused: "No, we've been out for over an hour, and the baby needs to be fed."
She was stunned after she finished speaking.
Terrifying maternal radiance.
Fu Ci smiled and looked tenderly at his wife.
I found her startled expression while covering her mouth incredibly cute.
This is a mother's instinct, to prioritize the child in everything.
He felt himself getting jealous, but his daughter was indeed very cute, and he understood his wife.
"Let's go home."
Fu Ci gently took his wife's hand and they left the restaurant.
The two were completely unaware that after they left, the couple at the next table finally dared to raise their voices and talk about them.
The woman said, "See how considerate that man is? He serves his wife soup, keeps putting food on her plate throughout the meal, and even holds her hand when they leave."
As she spoke, she became even more envious, murmuring, "This is love."
The man scratched his head sheepishly and whispered, "It's a public place..."
The woman immediately retorted, "What? Can't we make love in public?"
That's not what I meant.
"I don't care, if you're nice to someone, you have to show it."
The man understood, nodded, and immediately put the chicken leg heel that no one had eaten on the plate into her hand.
"Here, have this."
Unexpectedly, the woman sighed in despair, "You're not thoughtful at all. I don't like chicken drumsticks; I like chicken wings."
The man sighed. If he ever had the chance to meet that man again, he would definitely ask him for advice on how to be as considerate and attentive as him.
...
Fu Ci returned home again, just four days after his last visit.
Tang Mingli couldn't help but notice that she was quitting her job to go home much more frequently this month than in the previous two months.
Although it is currently the off-season for the garment manufacturing industry, in this era of rapid development, even the slowest season shouldn't require the owner of two factories to go home every three to five days, and then stay for two or three days.
Tang Mingli had no choice but to take it seriously and voice her concerns.
"Is business bad at the factory lately?"
"No, business is pretty good."
Actually, it's more than just good. Only half the year has passed, and the turnover has already caught up with the entire previous year.
Tang Mingli was even more puzzled, "Business is actually quite good, how come you have so much free time?"
Fu Ci finally understood what his wife meant, and smiled at her without saying a word.
Tang Mingli found it hard to bear Fu Ci looking at her with such a smile in his eyes; it made her heart race and her thoughts wander.
Commonly known as a flower fanatic.
But we can't blame her, we really can't blame her.
Which woman wouldn't be moved by such a handsome, gentle, and affectionate man?
"Oh, tell me quickly."
Tang Mingli couldn't bear it and gently punched his chest.
Fu Ci took her hand and restlessly drew circles on her palm.
In the study, their private space, he never restrained himself.
Tang Mingli's face flushed. It was hard not to think about the intense intimacy they had shared during their first time together after abstaining from sex for more than half a year due to pregnancy and childbirth.
Actually, it was the last time he came back.
Actually, it was only five days ago.
My body still vividly remembers that taste.
"Tell me quickly."
When she urged her again, Tang Mingli's voice was noticeably softer.
Fortunately, Fu Ci finally stopped teasing her and explained, "They say babies start recognizing people at four months old, and I don't want my daughter to not recognize that I am her father."
Tang Mingli was both amused and exasperated by the reason.
It's exhausting for a baby only a few months old to recognize any particular person.
How foolish.
But it's also very touching.
Father's love is as strong as a mountain.
However, her emotion only lasted a few seconds before it was replaced by another feeling.
Fu Ci gently pinched her chin and lifted her slightly lowered face.
His eyes had long since been tinged with the familiar desire she knew.
Without any attempt to conceal it, he silently told her what he wanted to do.
"The nanny takes the child out to sunbathe, and she'll probably be back in less than an hour..."
An hour is not enough for him.
But the moment he lowered his head and kissed her lips, Tang Mingli stopped thinking about anything and instinctively reached out to hug his neck.
...
Fu Ci's insistence on appearing frequently during his daughter's recognition stage resulted in his daughter truly recognizing him as a competent father.
Whenever he's around, I always want him to hug me.
Tang Mingli naturally wouldn't stop them from showing their deep father-daughter affection; in fact, she was happy to see it.
I have to admit, my daughter now weighs 15 pounds.
It's not too heavy, but it's not too light either; your arms will get quite sore after holding it for a while.
Looking at Fu Ci, who was holding his daughter and looked completely content, Tang Mingli remembered that there was something she wanted to tell him.
"Oh, right, there's something I wanted to tell you..."
Tang Mingli had just started speaking when the phone rang, forcing her to pause and answer it.
The call was from Tang Mingmei. It wasn't anything important; she was just checking in on her and her child.
During the chat, upon learning that Fu Ci had returned, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Fu Ci has been coming back far too often lately."
Upon hearing this, Tang Mingli smiled and looked at Fu Ci, replying, "That's right."
She didn't explain why Fu Ci kept coming back, since the person involved was right there, so she wanted to save face for him.
Unaware of the situation, Tang Mingmei continued to lament, "If every father could be like Fu Ci, there would truly be no unhappy children in the world."
While this statement may be somewhat exaggerated, Tang Mingli does not deny that Fu Ci is an excellent father.
Having a father like that is truly a blessing.
After chatting for a few minutes and learning that she and her daughter were doing well, Tang Mingmei prepared to hang up, jokingly saying, "Alright, I won't chat with you anymore, lest my brother-in-law become unhappy with me again."
She used the word "again," knowing very well that Fu Ci disliked her and her family from the past, but maintained a polite distance for Tang Mingli's sake.
Interrupted by the phone call, Tang Mingli forgot what she had wanted to say to Fu Ci until he reminded her.
"What were you about to tell me?"
Tang Mingli said "Oh," and remembered. "Look at her memory, she might become forgetful after pregnancy!"
"Well, my daughter is over five months old now, so I'd like to finish my driving lessons. If the exam goes well, I might be able to get my driver's license in about six months."
Tang Mingli looked at Fu Ci with bright eyes, her meaning self-evident.
I'll be able to get my driver's license in six months. Should I start planning to buy another car?
It's fine whether he or she drives the new car.
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