The house-related matters are almost settled, and now we're just waiting for the construction to begin. I feel much more relaxed now.
The little guy probably drank too much chicken soup last night. After we got home, he went to the toilet almost every half hour, and his stomach was constantly burping.
Gao Dan's eyes darkened, and he gently lifted the little person slumped on the sofa onto his lap: "Are you uncomfortable?"
The little guy grunted twice and then started hiccuping again.
Ye Wanying stepped forward and touched the little man's stomach, saying, "It must be because you ate too many yams and feel stuffy. Husband, go to the kitchen and get me a soup ladle, then pour some vegetable oil into a small bowl, and prepare a candle."
"Wait."
Ye Wanying rubbed the little man's face, then began to take off his clothes: "Who told you to eat so much? Hmm?" she said irritably.
The upset dumpling didn't want to talk.
Having already taken off all her clothes, Ye Wanying grabbed a small blanket from the side and wrapped it around the little figure, leaving only the stomach exposed.
At this moment, Commander Gao had already brought over everything that his young wife had asked him to prepare.
"Place it here and light the candle."
"good."
He pulled a lighter from his pocket and quickly lit the candle: "What do you need me to do next?"
Ye Wanying thought for a moment and said, "Hold him down."
Although Gao Dan didn't know what his little wife was going to do, he didn't ask any questions. He squatted down by the sofa and pressed down on the little woman's arms and legs.
Ye Wanying dipped a spoon in some vegetable oil, heated it over a candle, and then gently scraped the little man's stomach with the spoon.
"Does it hurt, baby?"
The little man shook his head.
"If it doesn't hurt, close your eyes and go to sleep. You'll feel better after Mom finishes scraping."
It's just stuffy; you can clear it up by scraping it open.
After scraping for about five or six minutes, a red mark appeared on the fair skin, and obviously, the little one's hiccups decreased significantly.
Ye Wanying threw the spoon into the bowl and began to gently 'knead' it with her palm.
The little one gradually fell asleep, and Ye Wanying's grip on his hand weakened. In the end, the slightly swollen stomach completely disappeared.
"Alright, carry him inside. He'll be in the same room with us tonight."
Normally, a man would never agree; he would prefer a private time for just the two of them and wouldn't want his silly son to bother him.
But what can I do? My silly son isn't feeling well today. If I put him in another room, my wife will inevitably worry and not be able to sleep at night. It's better to put him in the same room.
After carrying my silly son into the room, I realized that he hadn't taken off his shoes or pants.
The dignified Commander Gao rarely squatted down and gently took off his silly son's two little shoes and socks.
Forehead....
Children run around all day, so their socks inevitably get a bit smelly. Even though Commander Gao was a clean freak, he reluctantly pulled off the socks and threw them far away.
Just then, Yingying, who had just entered the room, saw it and couldn't help but laugh out loud, teasing, "Commander Gao, that's your own son, why are you so disgusted with him?"
What can I say?
This isn't a matter of whether I mind or not; it's that I'm a germaphobe!
Didn't you change this stupid son's pants after he pooped?
The man's face was full of conflicted emotions.
"Sigh, I don't dislike him." He's my own son, what good would it do to dislike him?
Ye Wanying had already picked up all the shoes and socks from the ground: "It's good that he didn't mind, otherwise, he would definitely cry in front of you."
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