On the way back, Xiang Zhilan was still worried about this matter.
After returning home, she immediately went online to search, and most of the answers were similar to what the doctor had said. However, she still couldn't resist ordering a fetal heart monitor online so she could listen to it at home herself.
At noon, Shen Muzhi rang the doorbell as usual, but Xiang Zhilan ignored him and did not open the door.
However, he did not give up and kept ringing the doorbell. Xiang Zhilan herself was not afraid of making noise, but she was afraid of disturbing the other neighbors.
With a sullen face, she had no choice but to open the door.
Shen Muzhi brought in fresh ingredients. Xiang Zhilan glanced at him. The head chef had been cooking for them these past few days. Was he planning to cook for himself again today?
"I don't want to get poisoned again." Xiang Zhilan stated this first, expressing that she didn't want to eat his cooking anymore.
Shen Muzhi carried the bag into the kitchen and began to cook.
Xiang Zhilan returned to the sofa, glanced at the kitchen, and saw that his movements were still clumsy and he hadn't made any progress. She scoffed and prepared to order takeout.
She looked away, then lowered her head, clutching her laptop, and began filtering through job postings on a job search website.
After sending out hundreds of resumes without any response, she has been lowering her job expectations, but there are simply no companies willing to hire pregnant women.
With little hope, she sent out about ten more resumes, put down her notebook, and sighed deeply.
If she stays at home doing nothing, she will eventually lose her ability to work.
"Dinner is ready," Shen Muzhi said to Xiang Zhilan as he brought out the dishes.
Xiang Zhilan glared at him resentfully. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be in this situation where she can't find a job. The little reputation she had built up in the industry over the past two years is about to disappear completely during these few months of unemployment.
Originally, she planned to hold a solo photography exhibition in about five years based on her own abilities. Now, after giving birth, she has to start all over again, which makes her feel extremely frustrated.
She got up and walked to the table to sit down. Shen Muzhi served the rice and handed it to her. She noticed that he had two more band-aids on his fingers.
Actually, she had already noticed that he had bandages on both of his hands that morning, but she hadn't said anything to ask, otherwise it would seem like she cared too much about him.
She opened her mouth as if to ask, but then held back. She picked up a piece of stir-fried pork and ate it. Although it wasn't exactly delicious, it was much better than the previous biochemical-weapon-like taste, and she could barely chew it.
"Is it alright?" Shen Muzhi looked at her and asked casually.
Xiang Zhilan didn't want to admit his progress, otherwise he would have even more reason to come in. She chewed a few times and spat it out: "Disgusting."
Shen Muzhi glanced at it, put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked out.
Xiang Zhilan was stunned for a moment, and then she got angry and left?
What a stingy person.
She mentally complained, then picked up another piece and ate it. Actually, it was alright.
Two minutes later, the doorbell rang. Xiang Zhilan got up to answer it, but unexpectedly, Shen Muzhi returned with two insulated lunch boxes in his hands.
He walked to the dining table, opened the insulated lunchbox layer by layer, and placed it on the table.
Xiang Zhilan looked at the delicious-looking food with some surprise. Since the chef had provided him with food, why did he insist on cooking it himself? Wasn't that a waste of time and energy? Besides, it didn't taste good.
He wanted to prove he could cook because he was resentful of being mocked as a spoiled young master.
Given Shen Muzhi's arrogant personality, it is highly likely.
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