“Dad, am I not a human being? I can take care of her too.”
Zhou's father looked at him with disdain.
"What do you know? How would you take care of a woman when she gives birth?"
Oh, by the way, did you write to her grandparents about this?
And write a letter back to your grandparents to share the good news.
Jiang Wenwan quickly said:
"It hasn't been three months yet. You can write it again in three months."
"That's okay too!"
Zhou Yunting stayed overnight and had to go back to training the next day.
Jiang Wenwan lives here, and Shen Meiling doesn't need her to do anything.
"Your first three months are very important, so go to bed right away."
Once the first three months are over, I won't stop you if you want to do it again.
Go back and lie down. Take the radio to your side; listen to it if you get bored.
The sweater isn't finished yet, is it?
"And finish knitting the sweater while you're at it, isn't that all work?"
This mother-in-law is truly exceptional; even Jiang Wenwan has to give her a thumbs up.
Zhou's father asked her to take care of his daughter-in-law, and she truly did.
Even if Jiang Wenwan went to the toilet, she would still ask her why.
"What are you doing down in the ground again?"
Are you hungry? If you are, I'll make you some food.
Jiang Wenwan is not the kind of person who bosses people around, especially not her mother-in-law.
Even though they're not blood relatives, they're so good to me that I feel embarrassed to say anything.
If you crave meat, just go into your space and eat it yourself.
She couldn't stand lying down for four or five days; she just couldn't stay in bed any longer.
Often, when no one is looking, I'll hide under the covers in my spatial dimension and go farming.
She doesn't need to personally turn the soil or water the plants when farming.
As long as you use your mind to direct it, you can decide what to plant and what to harvest.
The fruits were then neatly flown into a warehouse and stored there.
Looking at the piles of things in the space, she was still a little worried.
Will these rice and wheat just accumulate in her space if they're left there?
How can we turn these into money?
That leaves only one place: the black market!
"This month is April, and next month is May."
How could she forget such an important day in May? This year has been anything but peaceful!
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