When Lin Miaomiao got home, Mu Feng was cooking. Seeing that she looked a little tired, he told her to lie down on the sofa for a while, and that the food would be ready soon.
Lately, she has been feeling tired easily and has become picky about food. She no longer likes the foods she used to love, but she now enjoys sour foods that she used to dislike, especially pickled radishes.
We used to have a cook at home, but she quit because her tastes changed.
He took on the cooking duties before a new nanny was found.
After all, he's my husband. I can just say whatever I don't like without holding back. Even if I don't want to eat it, my husband can coax me to eat a few more bites.
During the meal, Miaomiao shared her idea of getting into logistics and asked him to investigate the market.
"It's not impossible, but you have to drink a bowl of this chicken soup, otherwise I, your husband, won't listen to you."
The chicken was something Chen Xiangxiu insisted on bringing when Miaomiao went back to her hometown last time, saying it was home-raised and healthy.
He simmered it for two hours before finally reducing it to a bowl of chicken soup.
Miaomiao felt a little nauseous when she saw the oil floating on top, and said in a spoiled tone:
"Do you really want to drink it? I feel nauseous just from the smell of oil."
Mu Feng shook his head as he looked at the few specks of oil floating on the surface of the soup. He had clearly skimmed off all the oil.
Nevertheless, he picked up the spoon and scooped up the oil droplets little by little.
Finally, Miaomiao drank a bowl of chicken soup, and he breathed a sigh of relief. His efforts in making the chicken soup had not been in vain.
"Since you've performed so well, I'll agree to go and investigate the market."
As Zhou Mufeng spoke, he put two more pieces of chicken on her plate.
Drinking soup without eating the meat is equivalent to getting half the nutrition.
This time, when Miaomiao smelled the chicken, she couldn't hold back any longer and ran to the sink, starting to gag.
Mu Feng quickly caught up with her, patted her back to help her catch her breath, and muttered to himself:
"You've been acting really strange lately. You should go to the hospital to get checked out, just in case you have a stomach problem."
Miaomiao also sensed something was wrong, but she didn't think about pregnancy and nodded in agreement.
That evening, she called Lu Wanqing to talk about her logistics business, and then gagged twice.
But a surprised voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Miaomiao, were you feeling nauseous just now?"
"Yeah, I've been feeling nauseous lately. Mu Feng is planning to take me to the hospital to get my stomach checked tomorrow," Miao Miao said, pouting.
Upon hearing this, Lu Wanqing's mouth stretched all the way to the back of her head in a wide smile:
"You two silly kids, you should go to the hospital tomorrow, but not to the gastroenterology department, but to the obstetrics and gynecology department."
"Obstetrics and Gynecology?" Miaomiao frowned. Why would she go to the obstetrics and gynecology department if she had an upset stomach?
Mu Feng wanted to explain to his mother-in-law that Miao Miao's symptoms were nausea and vomiting.
On the other end of the phone, the sound of Lin Ye grabbing the phone could be heard:
"Miaomiao, I heard you're pregnant? Oh dear, you really need to take good care of yourself. Quickly, let Mufeng answer the phone."
For the next half hour, Lin Ye gave a detailed explanation of what to eat and what to pay attention to when you have a poor appetite in early pregnancy, what to eat in the second trimester, and what to pay attention to in the third trimester.
Miaomiao and Mufeng blushed upon hearing this. How could they be so clueless as to not have thought of that?
"Dad, don't worry, I'll take Miaomiao to the hospital tomorrow and make sure I take good care of her."
Mu Feng blushed and promised, "What's the point of talking about logistics? Those things have to take a backseat. The most important thing right now is Miao Miao."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Wanqing tickled Lin Ye and said indignantly:
"You're making chicken and pigeon soup again, and telling me not to have sex. When I was pregnant, you weren't this meticulous."
Lin Ye hugged her and chuckled, "What? You're even jealous of your own daughter? We didn't have such good conditions back then!"
Think about it yourself, don't I make you pheasant soup every now and then to nourish you? You ungrateful little thing, haven't I treated you well?"
“You didn’t rest when I was pregnant either,” Lu Wanqing said, a blush rising on her fair face.
They hadn't had sex for the first few months, but then they started to get more unrestrained.
Lin Ye was furious, feeling really wronged. It was clearly her who couldn't resist teasing him so often, and he couldn't control himself. He was only trying to satisfy her.
To punish her for holding grudges, Lin Ye pounced on her. He couldn't let her suffer this infamy for nothing; he had to show her what he was capable of.
All night long, Lu Wanqing was whimpering and begging for mercy.
The next day, the couple slept until almost noon before getting up. Miaomiao called again, saying that the fetus was three months along and growing well.
The couple muttered to themselves, "You two are such fools, they only realized it when the fetus was already so big."
Lu Wanqing sent her most capable nanny on the plane and assigned her there to prepare nutritious meals for Miaomiao and take care of their diet.
With a capable nanny, Mu Feng was able to find time to conduct research.
After a period of investigation, he discovered that the largest logistics company in the city was a company called Mingxing Logistics, while the others were small logistics companies, many of which needed to rely on Mingxing Logistics to survive.
Mingxing Logistics has branches all over the country. The current shipment of Jianmian Apparel is handled by Hongfa Logistics, which is actually backed by Mingxing Logistics.
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At this moment, in the office of Star Logistics, Huang Ming leaned lazily back in a massage chair, his legs crossed on the table, smoking a cigar.
Amidst the swirling smoke, he squinted, seemingly half-asleep, as he listened to his subordinates' reports.
"Mr. Huang, I've investigated thoroughly. Hongfa Logistics seems to be acting uncooperatively lately and intends to become independent. Moreover, Jianmian's people are currently in contact with them, wanting to buy and take over Hongfa."
Huang Ming exhaled softly, and a beautiful smoke ring rose slowly, then gradually dispersed, disrupted by his breath.
What is Zhu Peiwen's attitude at Hongfa?
Back then, when Huang Ming was released from prison, he had no job. It was Zhu Peiwen who took him in and made him a logistics porter, which was his first exposure to the logistics industry.
Back then, Zhu Peiwen had some government connections, which enabled him to set up a small logistics company and make money by helping people ship goods.
Huang Ming's previous clothing business has completely failed, and he also has a criminal record, making it impossible for him to make a comeback in the clothing industry.
But logistics is an emerging industry that is developing rapidly. With his business acumen still intact, he quickly grasped the entire industry within a year and began to think about setting up his own company.
He then spent several years winning people over, lying low at Hongfa, and waiting for the right opportunity to snatch a large order from Hongfa. He then led his core technical staff to start their own business and founded Mingxing Logistics.
Later, he would send gifts to Zhu Peiwen every year, but the feud between the two had already been formed and was not easy to resolve.
Until Huang Ming grew his company into a major player and became the leading logistics company in the province, Zhu Peiwen had no choice but to back down in order for his company to survive in the long term.
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