When Huang Guixiang left Jiang Nian's house, she touched her belly and was so happy that she kept saying to Song Yingying, "Sister Song, I'll tell you, I'll go to the hospital to find you in the future. When I give birth in half a year, you have to help me deliver the baby then."
Song Yingying nodded and agreed.
As if infected by the joy of Zhou Muhua and Huang Guixiang, Jiang Nian and Song Yingying were happy together, but——
“Wow wow wow wow.”
“Wow wow wow wow.”
"Mom, my brothers are crying again! I'll spank them for crying."
Twins are not easy to raise. They will cry for a while from time to time. I don’t know if they are hungry or have wet their pants. It is sometimes a mess for three people to take care of two children.
…
That evening.
Zhao Weidong returned home in the evening and found that there was no usual small dining table in the yard. He was not having dinner with the Qin family next door, but had returned to his old life.
He thought about it and it seemed that before he came back, he saw some planes circling in the sky. It seemed that the flight squadron was doing training, and Qin Sanye probably wouldn't be able to come back at night.
Being together also has its advantages. It has been a long time since their family sat together, and now it is just the three of them sitting together quietly.
It’s just that Song Yingying’s cooking skills are slightly worse than Yang Gaihua’s, and not as rich as Yang Gaihua’s.
But Zhao Weidong didn't care about these. As long as it was made by Song Yingying, he would eat it even if it was burnt.
Zhao Weidong walked in with this thought in mind, and unexpectedly saw a table full of sumptuous dishes, and heard sounds coming from the kitchen.
"Weidong, you're back. Wait a little longer, there's only one soup left, it will be ready soon."
"Okay, no rush."
Zhao Weidong answered aloud.
He looked down at Zhao Xiaobei who was doing homework nearby and asked softly, "Did mom do all this?"
Zhao Xiaobei nodded, "When I got home from school, my mother was in the kitchen, along with Aunt Yang."
Zhao Weidong took a closer look at the dishes. Some of them were quite complicated and Song Yingying obviously didn't know how to cook them, so Yang Gaihua taught him on the spot, and he learned while making them.
He walked into the kitchen and saw Song Yingying using a spatula and a large bowl to serve soup.
The hair that she had cut short in Qingcheng had grown longer again, and there was a small tail behind Song Yingying's head, which was slightly curled up, giving the quiet Song Yingying a more charming aura.
Some hair fell from her face, revealing her cheeks that were red from the heat and her fair and delicate face.
The rough man was so moved by what he saw that his heartbeat was louder than the bubbling soup.
"Wait a moment, I'll be ready soon..."
Song Yingying stood in front of the stove, feeling much more nervous than when she was in the operating room, and was a little flustered.
Zhao Weidong happened to come over at this moment.
The man lowered his head and kissed Song Yingying's slightly red and sweaty face. His lips gently touched her, and the soft touch was sweet enough.
Song Yingying couldn't help but shiver a little when she was kissed.
She was caught off guard, her hands shook, and she almost dropped the bowl of soup in her hands.
Zhao Weidong had already taken the soup bowl and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll take it. Wash your face and we'll eat."
The man turned and walked out with the bowl of soup.
Although Song Yingying didn't see Zhao Weidong's eyes, she knew without thinking that they were as hot as a beast.
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