“Last time we went to the back mountain, you stared at it for ages.” He flicked the tip of her nose. “I remember all your preferences.”
While stewing pigeon soup in the afternoon, Fu Yucheng squatted in front of the stove adding firewood. He watched as Yun Tangyin put goji berries into the soup and suddenly said, "The old Chinese medicine doctor in the army said that it would be even better to add some astragalus to the soup."
"I've been preparing this for a while." She sprinkled some astragalus root into the pot. "I'll give a bowl to my eldest sister-in-law and second sister-in-law later."
Just then, Jiang Jianhua came in carrying a small bamboo winnowing basket: "I roasted some sesame seeds for the child, ground them into powder, and mixed them into the porridge to supplement calcium."
She slipped a piece of sesame candy into Yun Tangyin's hand, saying, "Try it first, see if it's fragrant."
Yun Tangyin chewed on the candy and smiled, "It smells even better than what the supply and marketing cooperative sells."
Fu Yucheng suddenly stood up: "I'll go get a sealed jar to keep it dry."
"You're so thoughtful," Jiang Jianhua said with a smile, watching his retreating figure. "Life is truly hopeful now."
As Yun Tangyin tried on her newly made padded jacket in the evening, Fu Yucheng suddenly hugged her from behind: "It looks so good."
He slipped a bamboo jewelry box into her hand. "These are the silver ornaments I've collected for you. When the baby is born, just say they're for you and the baby."
When Yun Tangyin opened the box, she found that in addition to the silver bracelet and hairpin she had received before, there was also a small silver necklace.
She suddenly turned around and hugged him: "It's so good to have you."
"Silly girl." He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. "I should say it's so good to have you."
The moonlight from outside the window fell on their clasped hands, making the silver bracelets gleam gently.
Yun Tangyin suddenly felt that although the days of preparing for pregnancy were ordinary, they were like pigeon soup simmering in a pot, slowly cooking up a fragrant aroma that filled the whole house.
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