Fu Jingchen originally planned to go out directly, but he didn't expect Jiang Yuman to wake up.
He walked to the bed and squatted down, explaining, "I'm going to the commune to buy some things."
The sound was very soft.
Jiang Yuman glanced out the window. "It's cold outside. Are you feeling cold?"
The wind was blowing loudly outside, and even though Fu's mother sealed the window gaps with something, the sound could still be heard.
"I'm afraid of the cold." Fu Jingchen looked at her.
Jiang Yuman recalled that his whole body felt like a furnace, which was indeed the same as hers.
But seeing the faint dark circles under his eyes, he still said, "What's the matter with the family? Don't go out and get cold at this time."
He patted the bed and said, "Come up and take a nap?"
Jiang Yuman slept very soundly last night. Even though the child was whimpering and waving his limbs beside her, she could close her eyes and rest.
As long as he was full, Fu Jingchen would hold the child away and coax him slowly.
She was afraid that Mrs. Fu would come too frequently and wake her up, so she took the child to their place only when it was almost dawn.
It can be said that Fu Jingchen never slept in bed all night.
"It's okay, I'll be back soon, you have a good rest."
Fu Jingchen touched her face and asked, "Is there anything you want?"
Jiang Yuman blinked, "I want you to come back soon."
After hearing this, if Fu Jingchen was thinking about the serious business this time, he really wanted to go out directly.
After struggling for a moment, his dark eyes softened and he kissed her, "Sleep a little longer, I'll be back when you wake up."
"Um."
The person who had lost blood felt groggy all day. Watching Fu Jingchen lift the door curtain and go out, Jiang Yuman soon fell sleepy again.
The child was being looked after by her parents-in-law, so she had no worries and drank some spiritual spring water and continued to rest.
This sleep was quite long. When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.
As he promised, Fu Jingchen had returned and was putting the things in his hand on the cabinet beside the bed.
Jiang Yuman turned her head to look and saw a few bags of egg cakes and a can of Red Star milk powder.
Looking at Fu Jingchen, he felt both emotional and amused for a moment, "You went to the commune in such a cold day, is it to buy these?"
At this time, everything has to be calculated. Egg cakes are fine, but milk powder is hard to get.
Even in the department stores in Beijing, one must prove that the mother has enough milk before buying it.
Just this can of milk powder must have been obtained by going to the black market and spending a lot of time and money.
"Well, this way we can feed you, so you don't have to rest well at night."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuman couldn't help but think to herself, as expected, being poor and being perfunctory are two different things.
There is no need to teach those who are interested.
Fu Jingchen put these away, looked up and saw that she was in high spirits, and took out a tightly wrapped thing from her arms like a magic trick.
Jiang Yuman took it and took a look. It was a roujiamo from a state-owned restaurant. It was still hot even though it was brought back in such a cold day.
At this point, the corners of his mouth could no longer be restrained from curling up, "How did you know I wanted to eat this? We really have a telepathic connection."
After giving birth, Fu's mother kept cooking chicken soup, and Jiang Yuman had no appetite.
After drinking the spiritual spring water and taking a nap, I am now salivating at the smell of the delicious roujiamo.
Fu Jingchen looked at his wife's happy expression, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Seeing her eating with such relish, all the coldness along the way disappeared at this moment.
The roujiamo was too big, so Jiang Yuman left a small half in the end. Adhering to the principle of waste, all of it went into Fu Jingchen's stomach.
Just after finishing the meal, Fu's mother came over holding the child who was covered tightly with a quilt.
Fu Jingchen had already told her about buying milk powder. When she saw Jiang Yuman wake up, she hurriedly said, "Manman, there is still chicken soup in the pot. You should drink some..."
"Mom, Jingchen brought me some food." Jiang Yuman did eat it.
Mother Fu was stunned. "It's cold, right?" You can't eat cold food during confinement.
"Yes, it is hot."
"That's good. Remember not to bring cold food. You will get sick if you eat it." Mother Fu carefully instructed Fu Jingchen.
As soon as she finished speaking, the child in her arms began to twist her neck again.
Seeing that he was hungry, Jiang Yuman was afraid that he would cry immediately, so she stretched out her hand and said, "Mom, can I feed him?"
"No, he's still young and can be fed with formula. Once he gets used to it, he'll eat it even if you want him to. It'll be even more troublesome to stop him from drinking milk, and he'll cry when he sees you around."
"We can help him out once he gets used to the formula. Of course, he only recognizes you."
There was warm water in the kitchen. While talking, Fu Jingchen came in with the milk powder.
He held the little guy in his arms, put a piece of cloth under his chin, and fed him milk half a spoonful at a time.
Seeing that he was acting cautiously but clumsily, Mother Fu couldn't help but smile.
I didn't want to disturb them anymore, so I turned and walked out.
Originally, there was enough breast milk, and the little one had been enjoying the last few meals. Suddenly, no matter how hard he tried, he could get so much milk. His little mouth moved, and he looked very anxious.
Like a little bird waiting to be fed.
Jiang Yuman leaned on Fu Jingchen's shoulder and looked at him funny. When she saw him lift his eyelids, she suddenly said, "His double eyelids are so obvious."
Even now, she is still very beautiful, but her double eyelids are already big and wide.
I saw it yesterday.
Fu Jingchen was holding his son in his arms and his wife was leaning on his shoulder. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
"Um."
Jiang Yuman looked at him for a while longer, then tapped the marks on his face with her finger and frowned, "What are these scratches? They weren't there last night."
"Mom said his nails were too long and he scratched himself."
After hearing this, Jiang Yuman realized that Xin'er would scratch her face by herself.
I held his little hand and looked at it carefully, and I saw that the little fingernails on it were quite sharp.
"After feeding, cut his fingernails shorter."
Jiang Yuman sighed, "I'm already pretty, what if I scratch my face full of scars?"
Fu Jingchen: “…….”
I hugged my son tightly in my arms, always feeling that he was disliked by his wife.
"Yes, Mom said he will grow out of it."
"That would be best."
…
After feeding, coax the baby to sleep.
Not long after he fell asleep, he started crying again for no apparent reason. Fu Jingchen took a look and changed his diaper again.
The movements are very sloppy, but the strength is very gentle, and I enjoy it.
Jiang Yuman watched him busying around without any patience, and couldn't help but sigh: Some people are just born to be husbands and fathers.
Fortunately, after this poop, the little guy finally fell asleep.
Afraid of waking him up, Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen spoke softly, "By the way, are we going to give the baby a name?"
You can always just use "he" to refer to him.
"Have you thought it through?" Fu Jingchen looked at her.
Jiang Yuman nodded.
Just as I was about to speak, I heard several ghostly howling sounds from the yard.
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