Chapter 26: Should I rely on his chest muscles, or two small dots? ...
Tian Hui's face turned red and white from choking.
But she felt she was right: "I work harder, so how could I be wrong?" She added, "Anyway, I'm diligent and down-to-earth, and I have nothing to be ashamed of."
She has a low level of education and has not read much since leaving school. She just keeps repeating the same few idioms over and over again.
Jiang Xueyi glanced at her long nails and the bracelet with a bunch of jingling ornaments.
Working diligently, maybe not?
Tian Hui shrank her hand uncomfortably.
Returning to her youth, this sudden and huge surprise made her retaliate by accumulating youthful elements on her body.
It seems that through those cheap and ostentatious things, the lost youth can be nailed back into the flesh and blood.
In her opinion, there is no problem with this.
Everyone in the hospital praised her for being young, beautiful and well-dressed. Even the young male doctors in the department would keep their eyes on her for a few more seconds.
How come it was considered a mistake in the eyes of these two people?
Dr. Chen pushed the door open and broke the silence.
He glanced at Tian Hui and asked in surprise, "Xiao Tian, why are you here?"
Tian Hui had never been so grateful for Dr. Chen's indifference. She said, "I just came to see you." She added, "There are patients outside. I have to go and get busy first."
After saying that, he quickly slipped away.
Doctor Chen sat down and saw the crooked wound on He Chengze that was stitched by Tian Hui, and couldn't help frowning.
He removed the stitches and helped He Chengze suture the wound again.
After leaving the military hospital, the two went to the Xinhua Bookstore.
The scent of ink wafted towards her. Jiang Xueyi picked up a picture book and said with a smile, "This is great. Let Xiao He read it when he's born."
He Chengze raised his eyebrows and took out a copy of The Adventures of Little Rabbit. "Why wait until he's born? I'll read it to him tonight."
The two of them picked and chose and bought quite a few storybooks.
After returning home, He Chengze asked Jiang Xueyi to rest while he went to cook two dishes.
Jiang Xueyi was not idle either. She picked out a storybook she had bought and placed it on the bedside, and arranged the rest neatly on the bookshelf.
The vegetables on the balcony have grown lushly, and even the tomatoes have produced a few fruits, but they are a bit small and don’t look like tomatoes. They look more like cherry tomatoes.
Jiang Xueyi stared at it for a while, then scooped some water with a ladle and poured it on the vegetables.
The dishes were ready. She had a good appetite and never stopped eating. She quickly finished all the food.
He Chengze was stunned: "You have such a good appetite?"
Jiang Xueyi wiped the vegetable juice that splashed on the corner of her mouth: "Is there?"
He Chengze nodded and said, "Did the doctor tell you today how long the due date is?"
Jiang Xueyi counted the days: "At most, there's still a month and a half left."
No wonder he has such a big appetite.
However, although she eats a lot, she doesn't look fat. I guess all the nutrients are absorbed by the baby in her belly.
He Chengze gestured with her fair arms and said with a sigh, "You can still hold it with one hand."
And there is still a lot of space.
Jiang Xueyi smiled and said, "That's because your hands are big." Then she said, "If you don't believe me, let's compare them."
The two compared their palms. Each of He Chengze's fingers was longer than hers, making her hands look like a child's.
He Chengze: "Tomorrow I'll go to the market and buy you an old hen to make soup with." He added, "It would be best to buy a three-year-old hen, which is the most nutritious for making soup. I'm not sure if I can buy one, so I guess I have to go early tomorrow."
Jiang Xueyi said with a smile: "With your reputation as Captain He, how could I not buy it?"
He Chengze collected the bowls and said, "You have something else to say."
Jiang Xueyi followed him into the kitchen: "Qian Man told me that people in the vegetable market are praising you now."
Her eyes flashed: "Do you feel that as a grown man, it's unfair to go shopping for groceries every day?"
"Unfair?" He Chengze glanced at her bulging belly. "Then do you feel unfair for carrying and giving birth to my child for ten months?"
Jiang Xueyi shook her head: "How could that be?"
He Chengze is a very good man, so good that no adjectives are enough to describe him.
He would help her with the housework, massage her legs when she had cramps in the middle of the night, and give her all his salary...
Only a man like this is worthy of a woman to get pregnant and bear a child for him.
He Chengze clapped his hands and said, "That's it."
He said seriously, "If possible, I'd rather be the one who gets pregnant." He added, "I've been training for years, so my physique is better than yours, and my recovery ability is also better than yours. Who knows, I might give birth in the morning and be able to go to the military camp for training at noon."
Jiang Xueyi imagined him staggering with a big belly.
He burst out laughing: "You? Pregnant?"
"You underestimate me," He Chengze said, "Even with a big belly, I can still run ten kilometers with a weight on my back. No, I can even run without a weight on my back."
Jiang Xueyi glanced at his muscular chest and said, "Okay, okay, then, Captain He, how will you breastfeed after you give birth?"
By his pecs, or those two little dots?
Jiang Xueyi puffed out her chest and said that some things still need to be done by professionals.
He Chengze's gaze couldn't help but move down her fair neck.
During her pregnancy, Jiang Xueyi had a pretty good appetite.
In addition to supplying nutrients to the baby in the belly, the nutrients only grow on the breasts.
Especially when sitting down, the clothes that once fit her well seemed very tight, and her pair of towering breasts bulged out, which was very pleasing.
He Chengze was stunned for half a second, and said, "Let's rest early today."
Jiang Xueyi smiled and said, "Okay."
As soon as she lay down on the bed, He Chengze reached out and touched her smooth waist.
Just as he was about to get close to her, something blocked his way.
He Chengze frowned: "What the hell is this?"
Jiang Xueyi smiled and moved The Adventures of Little Rabbit away from him: "Forgot? It's the picture book you bought."
"Didn't you say you would read a picture book to Comrade Xiao He tonight? As a father, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"
The fetus in her belly moved at the right time, and Jiang Xueyi said, "Look, he's urging you on."
He Chengze stopped and sighed, "You little bastard, you're always ruining my plans. I'll see how I deal with you when you come out."
From the clothes she made for the baby to the toys she prepared, he found that Jiang Xueyi seemed to have assumed that the baby in her belly was a boy, so he changed the name to match her.
He Chengze resigned himself to his fate and picked up the picture book, reading: "Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit. It lived in the forest..."
"Woof!"
Xiaomi walked in with its little cushion in its mouth.
It had a small beige bib tied around its neck, which Jiang Xueyi had made for it using the leftover scraps of the bib she had made for the baby in her belly.
Xiaomi likes it very much, even more than a belt or collar, and wears it wherever he goes. Sometimes Jiang Xueyi wants to buy him a new one, but he won’t let her.
Jiang Xueyi smiled and said, "You want to listen too?"
Xiaomi stuck out her pink little tongue and swung her white little tail like a propeller.
He Chengze was happy: "Okay, just listen there."
Xiaomi woofed again, held the small cushion in its mouth, placed it on the edge of the bed, and lay down on it with its front paws crossed.
He Chengze continued reading: "The little rabbit walked and walked, and met a little hedgehog..."
Jiang Xueyi's eyelids opened and closed.
I really didn't expect that He Chengze's storytelling skills were so bad.
His voice was flat and steady, each word falling precisely on the syllable node without the slightest ups and downs. Even the "click" sound of turning pages had a military rhythm.
Before he finished telling a story, He Chengze saw Jiang Xueyi falling into a deep sleep.
He was also very happy. He thought that it must be because he told the story well that Jiang Xueyi fell asleep so quickly.
The warm yellow light kneads the halo into a honey-like texture. The puppy lies quietly on the mat, and the loved one lies on the bed, with the ends of his hair scattered on the pillow, his eyelashes casting butterfly-wing-like shadows under his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he is having a very sweet dream.
At this moment, happiness becomes concrete.
Jiang Xueyi was awakened by the fragrance.
He Chengze heard the noise in the room and walked over: "Are you awake?"
Jiang Xueyi stretched and yawned: "What did you cook? It smells so good."
"Stewed old hen." He Chengze said, "As you said, it's an authentic three-year-old hen. I bought it specially from my fellow villager."
After Jiang Xueyi finished washing up, she saw a basket of lemons on the coffee table in the living room: "Where did this come from?"
He Chengze: "It was also given to me by a fellow villager. He said it was picked from a tree in the mountains. It can be eaten as fruit, but it tastes a bit sour."
It turned out to be a wild lemon.
Jiang Xueyi: "It will definitely be sour if eaten raw. This is best used to soak in water."
She used a knife to cut the lemon into small slices and placed one slice in the enamel pot: "Try it and see how it tastes."
He Chengze took the enamel pot, took a sip, and raised his eyebrows: "It's a bit sour."
"Really?" Jiang Xueyi also took a sip. "I think it's okay."
She was pregnant, and her taste was more varied and heavier. For He Chengze, a lemon that was extremely sour was just the right sourness for her.
He Chengze shook his head: "I can't eat it anyway."
Jiang Xueyi thought for a moment, took out a few pieces of sugar from the chest of drawers and put them in: "What now?"
He Chengze took a sip. The sweetness of the sugar neutralized the sourness of the lemon very well, and the unique freshness of the lemon also emerged. Even someone like him who didn't like sweet things found it delicious.
He praised: "This is good."
Jiang Xueyi smiled.
She remembered that lemons seemed to be rich in electrolytes, and people like He Chengze who often sweated during training needed to supplement this.
She said, "I'll make you a pot of tea this afternoon and you can take it to the barracks."
He Chengze stared at her, his eyes sparkling.
He said excitedly: "It's a deal then. You must make me a pot of this this afternoon..."
"lemonade."
"Yes, lemonade. I'll bring it to the barracks." He added, "Make more and share it with everyone. Good things can't be kept to one person."
After saying that, he walked into the kitchen with a cheerful step and watched the three-year-old hen stewing soup.
Jiang Xueyi thought for a while and roughly understood why He Chengze was so happy.
In the army, soldiers with families and soldiers without families belong to two groups, and soldiers with families should be the ones who are envied.
Imagine that everyone is eating together in the cafeteria, eating the food served in the cafeteria. At this time, someone suddenly took out a bottle of chili sauce, saying that his wife made it and asked him to have it with the rice.
That would definitely make me envious.
It has nothing to do with the size of the official position, but it is different because someone cares about you and takes care of you.
Soldiers serving in units that are almost isolated from the outside world are particularly eager for this.
I figured it out and the chicken was ready.
He Chengze brought out the pot, scooped out the chicken with a colander, separated the chicken legs and wings, and tore the meat on the skeleton into small pieces.
Jiang Xueyi drank a mouthful of chicken soup and ate a piece of chicken, feeling extremely satisfied.
This should be a free-range chicken raised in the countryside. The meat is firm and tastes delicious.
In the era of planned economy, eating chicken became such a luxury, but it also made chicken more delicious.
Jiang Xueyi suddenly thought of a question: "A chicken only has two legs and two wings. Now there are only two of us. One wing and one chicken leg each is just right. But when Xiao He is born, how should we divide them?"
According to the traditional classification, or according to the classification of this era.
Men and boys in the family can eat meat, but women and girls can only drink soup.
That is to say, if there is only one chicken, He Chengze and Xiao He will be given a wing and a chicken leg each.
She drinks soup.
At most, you can add a chicken neck or head to eat.
Jiang Xueyi recalled that this scene seemed to be described in the novel.
The food was divided like this at that time: He Chengze and Tian Hui ate wings and chicken legs, and their son He Jin ate meat and drank soup.
He Jin pouted and asked why he didn't have chicken legs to eat while his mother could eat chicken legs.
He Chengze said, since your mother gave birth to you, maternal love is great, so of course the good things in the house should be left to your mother.
After he finished speaking, Tian Hui smiled sweetly.
Perhaps the author wrote this paragraph to describe the male protagonist "He Chengze", who loves his wife more than his own children.
But in Jiang Xueyi's opinion, this seemed a bit deliberate.
How could a child understand what was great or not? He only knew that there were chicken legs at home but they were not given to him.
And there are two chicken legs, even if I give him one.
Such an imbalance will only make children feel aggrieved.
Jiang Xueyi looked at He Chengze with a deep gaze and asked again: "How would you divide it?"
He Chengze naturally took the empty bowl in front of her and filled it with soup: "How should we divide it... Let me think... Whoever likes to eat can share it."
He said, "You like chicken legs, so I'll give them to you. I like chicken wings, so I'll give them to me. Xiao He might like the tender chicken breast, so I'll give it to him. That's it."
Jiang Xueyi was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face.
Yes, this is how normal people divide it.
Sometimes she always has a view of He Chengze that is like the 'male protagonist of a novel'.
But after actually getting to know him, she found that he was completely different from what she had imagined.
From conversation, to concepts, to the choice of every detail.
He is very different from what is described in the novel.
The 'He Chengze' described in that novel may belong to Tian Hui.
But the He Chengze in front of her belongs to her.
After dinner, the two took a nap.
After waking up, He Chengze changed into military uniform.
Jiang Xueyi found the largest military water bottle in her home and poured the brewed lemonade into it.
The capacity of this kettle is about 2 liters. It is a bit like a cylindrical thermos cup. It is used for long-distance off-road travel. It has a strap on the outside and is easy to carry.
She screwed the lid on. "I've already taken out the lemon slices for you. They'll get sour if you keep them for too long." She added, "I've also put the sliced lemon slices in another aluminum lunch box. If it's not enough, you can add more water to make a pot."
She didn't know how many people He Chengze would share this pot of lemonade with, so she prepared the largest portion first.
He Chengze said "OK", put the military water bottle on his back, put the aluminum lunch box in his pocket and left.
He usually arrived at the military camp at three o'clock in the afternoon to work the night shift. When he arrived at the office, he saw that the other regimental commanders were also there.
Captain Zhao, Captain Qi, Captain Zhu, Captain Zeng...
There was nothing to do at the moment, so a few people gathered together to joke and chat.
"Oh, Old He is here." said Captain Zhao.
"Yeah." He Chengze said, "You guys continue chatting, leave me alone."
He found his own desk, sat down, picked up a book and started reading.
Captain Zhao and his friends were chatting excitedly, spitting everywhere.
Captain Qi: "My mouth is dry from all that talking. Is there anything to drink?"
Captain Zeng turned to look at Captain Zhao and said, "Old Zhao, didn't your comrade from Yunnan give you a cake of Pu'er tea last time? I saw it. Why don't you give it to me and share it with me?"
Captain Zhao: "You have such sharp eyes. Nothing can be hidden from you."
He opened the drawer, took out a paper package, carefully opened it to reveal the tea cake inside, and then broke off a piece the size of a thumbnail.
He called the waiter to bring a pot of hot water and put the tea leaves in it.
Captain Zhu sniffed and yelled, "Old Zhao, you're really unkind. You broke off such a small piece of tea cake from such a large one. No wonder I didn't smell any tea."
Captain Zhao rolled his eyes and said, "It's good enough to have something to drink. Why are you being so picky?" He added, "When our predecessors made the 25,000-mile Long March, they didn't even have snow water to drink. We're lucky to have tea."
As he spoke, he distributed the brewed tea to everyone.
Captain Qi took a bite and found that it was just as Captain Zhu said, it had no taste.
It would be strange if such a small amount of tea leaves could taste like tea when brewed in such a large pot of hot water.
Captain Zhao walked over to He Chengze's desk, holding the teapot. "Would you like some?"
He Chengze glanced at the tea that was so pale that the color was almost invisible: "No, I have something to drink here."
Captain Zhao didn't try to persuade him anymore. Everyone knew that He Chengze didn't like drinking tea very much, and he mostly gave away the good tea that others gave him.
He Chengze unscrewed the lid of the military water bottle and poured a full glass of lemonade into it.
A fresh lemon scent instantly filled the entire office.
The voices of Captain Zeng and the others suddenly stopped. Captain Qi even sniffed and said, "What's that smell?"
Several group leaders looked at each other and came over.
Captain Zhu nudged Captain Zhao with his elbow, then signaled him with his eyes: Your wife is familiar with Lao He's wife, so you go ahead and speak.
Captain Zhao secretly rolled his eyes at him.
He put his hand to his mouth, coughed, and asked casually, "Lao He, what are you drinking?"
He Chengze took a sip and tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips: "Oh, lemon water, my wife made it for me." He added, "They said it can replenish some nutrients. Anyway, it's nutritious. She told me to drink more after training."
Captain Qi was speechless. They told you to drink after training, but you drank it now.
He winked and said, "Pour me some." Then he patted his chest and said, "Let me make it clear first, I won't drink your wine for free. I'll treat you to a drink later. A pound of Lao Baigan."
"Come on." Captain Zhao came over and pushed him aside. "Old He's wife is pregnant, and you're asking him to drink. And white liquor, that smell is so strong it's going to kill him. If he vomits, will you be responsible?"
"I'm responsible, then I am." Captain Qi said with a flattering smile, "Just give me some to drink. It smells delicious."
He Chengze was happy: "Bring the cup."
"Hey." Captain Qi responded and handed over the enamel pot.
He Chengze poured him a full cup, and then Captain Qi took a sip.
Captain Zhao quickly asked, "How does it taste?"
Captain Qi smacked his lips and said, "It's sour and sweet. Did you put sugar in it?"
He Chengze: "My wife said that lemon alone is too sour, so she added some sugar to neutralize the taste."
"No wonder." Captain Qi said.
He took another sip, this time finishing the rest of the lemonade.
He poured the cup out, but not a drop fell out: "Is there any more? Give me some more."
There’s no need to ask whether it tastes good or not; it’s obviously delicious.
"Go away," Captain Zhao retorted. "You've already had some, and we haven't. Old He, pour us some too."
He placed the enamel pot in front of He Chengze, and the other captains drank the tea in the enamel pot silently and put the empty cups on the table.
He Chengze counted the number of people. There were too many of them. He held up the military canteen and said, "Only give a little to each person. If you give too much, I won't have anything to drink myself."
Captain Zhao: "Look at you, you're so stingy. We've tried all kinds of good things, but we've never tried your lemonade. We're just trying it for fun."
He Chengze looked at him with disdain and deliberately poured less lemonade for him.
It was Captain Zeng's turn. Well, his wife Hu Genhua had offended his wife, so he should drink less.
He is such a vengeful person~
Captain Zhao picked up the enamel pot and took a sip.
The moment the tip of the tongue touches the liquid, a cool touch spreads first, followed by the sourness and fragrance of fresh lemon peel, like the limes on the branches in early spring that are exposed to the sun suddenly cracking, leaving a clear sweet aftertaste in the throat, making people can't help but smack their lips, savoring this refreshing and unique taste.
Several group leaders were silent, and everyone continued to talk.
For a moment, the only sound in the office was the sound of slurping water.
Captain Qi smacked his lips. Why does this stuff make me more drunk the more I drink it?
He said with a cheeky face, "One more drink, I promise, this is the last one."
He Chengze was speechless: "You said that just now."
He only had this pot of lemonade, and he had almost taken two-thirds of it.
He took out the aluminum lunch box and said, "Where's the lemonade? I'm out of it."
Just as they showed their disappointed expressions, he said, "But I do have some lemons. If you want lemonade, go ahead and make some. But first thing's first, lemonade without sugar isn't very tasty. I don't have any extra sugar, so if you want some, make some yourselves."
After saying that, he picked up the military canteen, turned around and ran: "It's almost time for training, I'm leaving first."
Captain Zhao tutted, "Old He, is he afraid that we'll snatch that lemonade from him?"
"You guys, just crowd around him, you're almost there." Captain Zhu rolled his eyes and said, "Anyone wouldn't be afraid."
It was because He Chengze was smart that he ran away first, otherwise he would definitely not be able to keep the little lemonade he had left.
Several group leaders gathered some sugar and lemon slices to make another pot of lemonade, and drank it comfortably.
Captain Zhao: "This lemonade that Sister Jiang is researching is really delicious."
"The recipe is simple, just a few lemons and sugar. It's very refreshing and great for cooling off in the summer," said Captain Qi. "There's mung bean cake in the beginning and lemonade in the end. Sister Jiang's cooking skills are truly amazing."
Captain Zeng listened to everyone praising Jiang Xueyi, and then thought about Hu Genhua who just worked hard at home.
I feel a little uncomfortable.
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