Well, bring back some seeds by the way.
The man got a promotion and a raise, but all he needed was a child.
I have to say that the couple's ideas are exactly the same.
As the saying goes, if you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same door.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiuru sighed in her heart: "Alas, I have really sacrificed a lot for this family!"
Xiaofang took the money and ran out happily, leaving only two people at home.
However, fearing that the child might come back rashly, Sha Zhu lost interest in having a baby and decided to wait until he turned off the lights and got into bed at night.
"Xiuru, what are you cooking for tonight? Let's each get a glass of wine and have a sip to celebrate."
Sha Zhu happily sat on the stool, crossed his legs, then picked up the water cup beside him and took a sip happily.
"I was planning to make stir-fried potatoes tonight, but today is a great day, so I have to eat something good."
Seeing that Sha Zhu didn't think about her going to Jia's house last night, Yang Xiuru breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, a thought came to her mind: "It's true that there are some wrong names, but there's no wrong nickname. Shazhu can be really silly sometimes. Well, being silly is good. When the time comes, if I have a child with Dongsheng, I can hide it from him. It's good, it's good."
After relaxing, Yang Xiuru smiled and said to Sha Zhu, "Dad brought us a piece of meat earlier. There's still some left after we had a meal. I'll bring it up and stir-fry some cabbage. We also have some peanuts at home, so I'll stir-fry them for you as well, as a side dish."
"Great, just in time for dinner. I'll go out and wait for the tricycle. I'll make a few cents today."
Sha Zhu was very happy. Oh, this man has made money and even has better food. The peanuts have been left at home for half a month, and Yang Xiuru has never fried them. Now she not only fried them, but also made a meat dish with them.
You see, men who earn money are immediately treated differently at home.
You can eat meat and have snacks to go with the wine, but you don’t make any money?
There was no soybean paste to dip the green onions in.
Life is so realistic.
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