After leaving the restroom, Gu Weiwei refused to return to the dining room and had Fu Hanzheng help her to sit down on the sofa in the living room.
I was so exhausted from vomiting that I leaned back on the sofa, completely losing my appetite.
This was the first time Fu Hanzheng had faced this situation, and he was quite frightened. He took out his phone and sent a message to Yuan Meng, asking her to come over.
After all, she's a mother, so she's more experienced in this area.
Yuan Meng was sleeping in and rushed over without even washing her face. When she saw the person sitting listlessly on the sofa, she asked without any surprise.
"Did you throw up again?"
Fu Hanzheng nodded gravely. "Is there any way to alleviate this?"
Yuan Meng had the maid prepare lemonade and preserved plums, which she placed on the coffee table.
"Eating something sour can make you feel better if you have morning sickness."
Fu Hanzheng picked up the lemon water and fed her half a cup. Looking at the person who was full of energy when she woke up in the morning, but who was vomiting and weak in the blink of an eye, his heart ached.
When will these symptoms stop?
Yuan Meng wandered around the restaurant and unceremoniously began to enjoy the breakfast that Gu Weiwei couldn't finish.
"It depends on the individual's constitution. Generally, the vomiting will stop after three months, but some people vomit until the baby is born."
Upon hearing this, Fu Hanzheng's expression became even more grave.
If this continues until the baby is three months old, she'll have to endure this for more than a month.
"Is there no other way?"
“No, everyone vomits like this during pregnancy and childbirth,” Yuan Meng said.
However, her vomiting was more severe than that of the average pregnant woman.
Gu Weiwei gradually calmed down and spoke to the maid.
"Make me a new lemon-juice salad."
I had no problem eating this porridge yesterday, but I can't even look at it now.
Fu Hanzheng fed her another sip of water and asked.
"How about I help you to bed for a while?"
Gu Weiwei pulled a cushion from the sofa, hugged it, and sat up straight, saying...
"No need, I'm much better now. Go have your breakfast."
The first few days were very painful because of vomiting, but I got used to it after a while.
Seeing how uncomfortable she was, Fu Hanzheng had no appetite to eat breakfast himself.
Soon, the maid brought over a freshly made vegetable salad with lettuce, endive, cherry tomatoes, purple cabbage, and some boiled diced chicken breast, dressed with a refreshing dressing of lemon juice, apple cider vinegar, and olive oil.
Gu Weiwei took a bite and, finding no nausea, ate it without hesitation.
After Yuan Meng saw this, she asked the servant to cut a plate of fruit and send it over.
Gu Weiwei ate a plate of salad and then a plate of fruit, finally filling her stomach.
After seeing that she had finished eating, Fu Hanzheng poured her another glass of water and handed her the script before he felt relieved enough to have his own breakfast.
Yuan Meng ate breakfast for free and then went back to sleep.
Gu Weiwei was holding the script, pondering a scene that needed to be revised later, while Fu Hanzheng sat next to her, carefully looking up precautions, dietary preferences, and foods to avoid in early pregnancy on his phone, and wrote them down one by one.
After a while, Gu Weiwei put down the script and curiously craned her neck to see what he was writing down.
When I saw what he had written, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Why are you writing all this down?
“Useful.” Fu Hanzheng took notes diligently.
Because he knew absolutely nothing about pregnant women, he panicked completely when he saw her vomiting so much and didn't know what to do.
He couldn't share her physical discomfort, but at least he wanted to take good care of her where he could.
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