Chapter 565 Package
Fu Jingyou was not afraid of her finding fault.
He loved her finding fault.
Being able to find fault means that your energy and spirit are indeed recovering and improving.
This is a good sign.
"I'll carry you to the main room and sit for a while. I'll open the window and tidy up the room. Let some fresh air in, and the room will be fresh."
Lu Miao nodded weakly.
She didn't really want him to hold her, so she let him go to the main room.
He moved from the kang to the tire swing and settled down in another place.
Fu Jingyou walked in and out, and just as he opened the window and finished sweeping the floor, the courtyard door was knocked:
"No. 19 Qingta Hutong, is anyone home? There's a postal package for you!"
"Package, what package?"
Tang Mei poked her head out of the kitchen, wiped her wet hands and went to open the door.
Fu Jingyou knew what was going on.
He was running around a while ago and didn't receive Hu Zhiyuan's call.
The packages being shouted out now are probably the things he asked Hu Zhiyuan to get.
Waving his hand to tell Tang Mei to stop worrying about it, Fu Jingyou put down the broom and dustpan and ran to open the door.
After a while, a heavy wooden box was brought into the yard.
He put the things on the open space in front of the main door.
He went into the house, took the tool kit and started unpacking the boxes in the yard with a lot of noise.
Lu Miao couldn't help being curious, so he took a few steps outside, looked around, and asked:
"Who sent such a big box?"
"Sent from the south."
When he heard that it was sent from the south, the first person Lu Miao thought of was He Hongjin and the others.
I was wondering what was in such a big box.
Fu Jingyou had already deftly removed the nails around the top and peeled back the wooden board to reveal the corner of the quilt inside.
"Quilt?"
Lu Miao seemed a little suspicious.
"no."
Fu Jingyou shook his head and said nothing more.
Lu Miao also calmed down, took a small stool and sat quietly beside him, watching him open the package attentively.
Oh - wrong, it's about unpacking.
The torn mattress in the box felt damp and cool.
Fu Jingyou felt that his hope was greater and that this should be feasible.
When the mattress was unfolded, the first thing that came out was two jars of pickled vegetables.
Fu Jingyou took out the jar, and there was still the sound of water sloshing inside.
It should be used by Hu Zhiyuan to store ice.
He continued to grope his way down, but Lu Miao was watching from the side, completely confused.
What is going on?
Are you going through all this trouble just to send two jars of pickles?
Can't it?
Lu Miao held up the small stool and wanted to take a closer look.
Fu Jingyou suddenly grabbed something and handed it to her:
"What……"
Before he could utter the word "Ah", Lu Miao was already stunned.
Fu Jingyou has big hands.
He grabbed a big handful of thumb-sized orange and red mountain cherries.
Most women are emotional during pregnancy.
Or maybe I was really moved.
Lu Miao's nose felt sore and tears flowed uncontrollably.
"It's such a long way, what are you doing with all this?"
The corners of her lips trembled, and she sobbed and cried:
"You don't mind the hassle! Uncle and aunt are so old..."
"This matter did not alarm my uncle and aunt. I asked Hu Zhiyuan to do it."
She cried so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. Fu Jingyou wiped her tears out of pity and took her into the house to sit down.
"I've checked. There are pomegranates and apricots in it. Try them one by one and see if they make you feel better."
Those who are loved are always fearless.
Lu Miao didn't know what was wrong with him.
It was obvious that the child's father had gone to great lengths to get these wild cherries for her.
The child’s father was clearly coaxing and caring for her, but she just couldn’t stop crying.
The more he coaxed her, the harder she cried.
In the end, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep on Fu Jingyou's shoulder while crying.
Fu Jingyou carried her back to the room, gave her some water and used it to wipe the sweat off her face and body.
The box of fruit in the yard took several days to arrive from the south to the north, and it was Tang Mei who went to collect it.
When Tang Mei realized what Fu Jingyou had done, she was also shocked.
In the current situation, in many families, regardless of whether the child is pregnant or not, being able to have enough food to eat is already quite good.
Fruits and the like are simply luxuries.
They have a constant supply of fruit at home, so I won’t talk about that for now.
In order to make their little baby feel more comfortable, the son-in-law actually thought of this method and did this.
This matter is unique no matter where you put it.
After going through all this, not to mention the hassle, how much thought and effort goes into it?
If it were someone else, they wouldn't even dare to think about it, let alone do it.
Tang Mei picked out the crushed fruits and sincerely admired and approved of her son-in-law.
He is ambitious and capable, and most importantly, he loves his little baby and is patient and caring.
It would be hard to find such a good son-in-law even if you search with a lantern.
…
Fu Jingyou didn't know what his aunt was thinking.
When the season comes, the wild cherries and apricots are ripe and can't be left for long.
Fu Jingyou picked out the better ones from the good ones, washed two dishes, and carried them all the way to the room.
The two little tails behind them followed along with their mouths licking and drooling:
"Dad, Dad, I want one, I want one!"
"I want one too, Daddy, I want one too!"
Each person was given an apricot.
Fu Jingyou knelt down and pushed his son out of the room, then he stroked the back of his daughter's head and walked her out of the room together.
He bowed and earnestly instructed:
"Mom hasn't been feeling well lately, so please don't make a fuss and let her rest well... There are still apricots and mountain cherries in the kitchen, but don't eat too much because they belong to Mom."
Dabao said innocently, "Mom will be willing to give it to the baby."
Fu Jingyou said: "That's because mom loves you, so I give in to you. Now that mom is not feeling well, you should also give in to mom."
Dabao scratched his ears with his little hands, looking confused and not understanding.
Fu Jingyou didn't have time to lecture the two children at the moment, so he raised his chin and said:
"Go play."
The two little ones immediately ran away with the round orange-yellow apricots in their hands.
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After crying in the afternoon, Lu Miao seemed to have vented all his negative emotions.
When she woke up in the evening, her eyes were bright and she looked very energetic.
It was rare for him to get off the kang and sit for a while at the big table in the main room.
The suffocating feeling in her chest was gone, and she also had a better appetite.
Fu Jingyou washed the wild cherries and apricots and ate some each.
When I first thought of this, I was thinking of the unique sweet and sour taste.
But now, both the wild cherries and apricots are almost ripe and taste only sweet when eaten.
Although it was different from what he expected, Lu Miao still ate it with relish.
She felt a little fuller, and her steps were not so limp anymore.
Fu Jingyou took her hand and took her for a few walks in the yard.
When the food is almost digested, dinner is ready.
Lu Miao ate a bowl of sticky and fragrant rice crust porridge, and suddenly looked up at Fu Jingyou:
"Can you buy some pig's trotters tomorrow? I want to eat braised pig's trotters."
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