While Zhu Cuilan was chatting with others outside, Zhao Fangchu and Zhao Fangyu pushed the cart back home first. As soon as Zhao Fangchu got home, he took out the sour plums he had bought and gave them to Yang Donghu to satisfy his craving.
He has been talking about it many times since there are no sour oranges. The salty sour plums are slightly salty at first, and after the saltiness fades, the sour and sweet taste of the sour plums slowly emerges.
At noon, Yang Donghu put down his embroidery cloth and needle and thread and was retching in a corner of the yard. He had felt much better in the past few days, with severe reactions only occurring once or twice a day. He felt much better after eating salty and sour plums.
Yang Donghu shared the sour plums with several people, but this was only loved by pregnant women, and few others could accept the taste.
"Brother Dong, try this hawthorn cake later. If you like it, buy more next time you go to town. Are you used to salty and sour plums?"
Yang Donghu spoke a little slurredly with the plum pit in his mouth. He nodded and said, "It's delicious."
Zhu Cuilan was most afraid that he would refuse to eat. No matter what it was, as long as it was edible, it would often appear in the house or on the dining table.
Zhao Fangchu pinched the candy he bought and put it into his mouth. The sweetness of the syrup instantly exploded in his mouth, making him, who loved candy, frown.
"Hey, Dong Ge, it's better for me to go to town with you. When you're not at Zhang's house, we send people to the restaurant to get the snacks. I haven't seen Baoyu for a long time. I haven't tasted all the snacks in her house yet, and..."
He didn't say the name after that, but Yang Donghu naturally knew who it was. This was too deliberate. Zhao Luochuan was still packing things on the cart nearby. He sneered when he heard what he said, which made the two guys look at him sideways.
Zhao Fangchu couldn't figure out what he was laughing at, so he lowered his voice and pointed at Zhao Luochuan, who had his back to the two of them, and asked, "What is he laughing at?"
Suddenly he screamed, then lowered his voice: "Does he know something? Did you tell him?"
"I knew it a long time ago. I saw it on the day of Qiqiao Festival." Yang Donghu felt that this could not go on. Zhao Fangchu was not only unrestrained, but he seemed to be obsessed with missing someone else.
"If you two are in love, he should have done something to get Aunt to agree to you two. If you keep meeting secretly, it won't last long. I think it's better for you to stay at home and stop imagining things until he comes to make it clear."
"Yeah, I know."
This is the logic. Zhao Fangchu is not a child, and he understands it himself, but he just can't control his brain. This family treats him like a child. Yang Donghu doesn't know if it's because she is pregnant, but she likes to preach more than usual.
He nodded perfunctorily. In his heart, Zhao Luochuan was different, like an elder. He had been caught by him with such a big handle, and he always felt guilty looking at his eyes. The suffocating feeling he had when he was a child doing bad things and was caught by him came back to him.
Zhao Fangchu didn't even get close to Yang Donghu. He just talked to the old lady and didn't want to talk to the couple.
After Zhu Cuilan came back, she made lunch first. The big bone soup had to be boiled for an hour to make it white and delicious. Since there was no time to eat it at noon, she first cut some lean meat into shreds and used it to cook vegetable and shredded pork noodles.
Perhaps it was because he had eaten salty and sour plums before the meal, or perhaps it was because Zhu Cuilan's hand-rolled noodles were so chewy, but Yang Donghu had a big appetite and ate more than a bowl of soup noodles, which made Zhu Cuilan very happy.
Yang Donghu is less than two months old now, and her height has not changed at all, and her belly is not noticeable. She can still bear not eating now, but if her belly gets any bigger, she won't be able to bear it.
The bone soup was ready just after dinner, and everyone was still full, except Yang Donghu, who started to feel hungry again after smelling the fragrance.
There was still unburned charcoal fire under the stove, and the bubbling sound of water in the pot never stopped. Yang Donghu ran back and forth three or four times in a short while, and finally couldn't help but lift the lid and poke the meat in the pot with chopsticks.
"Donghu, if the bones are good, take them out and taste them. If they're not salty enough, rub some salt on them."
Zhu Cuilan sat outside and estimated the time before calling inside.
Yang Donghu responded and put a bone in the bowl.
The fragrance filled the air. The two puppies had sharper noses than anyone else. They had just finished their meal and were sleeping on their stomachs under the eaves. One of them rolled over and ran into the kitchen.
The puppies didn't know whether they were full or hungry. Their stomachs were full after eating. Yang Donghu didn't feed them bones and would wait until dinner time to give them the same thing.
No one in the family was hungry, so Yang Donghu was sitting alone in the yard, eating with a bowl in his hand and talking to a few people.
Zhu Cuilan's embroidery skills were quite good. She and the old lady worked together to embroider all the small quilts and clothes for the children.
They don't need to try their hand at embroidery because they use newly bought fabrics. For example, for the clothes they wear, there are many children born in the village, and every household has several children's clothes. If you don't want to buy new ones or make new ones, you can just use other people's clothes.
But this is the first child in the family. Not to mention Zhu Cuilan, even Zhao Luochuan is the first one who doesn't want to use other people's leftover clothes. He raised Yang Donghu to be so pampered, so naturally the child should be the same.
The new clothes he made were all made of good fabrics. He would not waste them just because he thought the child grew fast and could only wear them for a few days. Children are delicate and tight. Yang Donghu risked his life to get the child, so he could not be careless. It is better to buy new clothes that fit closely.
Zhu Cuilan also prepared clothing materials for her unborn child. She was aware of this and Zhao Luochuan knew about it, but he also left some money with Zhu Cuilan. Zhao Fangyu helped a lot when he got married, and in a few months it would be his turn to help.
When a child is one hundred days old, he or she will be covered with a quilt made by a hundred families. The fabric for the quilt does not need to be bought, but different fabrics are begged from door to door and then sewn together to make a quilt cover, which is said to ward off disasters.
Calculating the time, the child will be born in nine months, that is, in April of early spring next year. The weather is neither cold nor hot, and giving birth will not be painful. It will also be just after Zhao Fangyu's busy wedding date.
Thinking about it this way, next year will really be a lucky year, with two new additions and imports. Maybe after Yang Donghu is pregnant, Yang Anjin will also have good news before the end of the year.
Zhao Fangchu is one year older after the New Year. If he can be married off to a good woman next year, her worries will be almost over. Zhu Cuilan felt relieved just thinking about it, and she couldn't stop smiling.
She had quick hands and sewed a pair of small shoes in half a day. Shoes were different from clothes. They were worn on the feet differently from the upper body. Zhu Cuilan used old clothes to modify two pairs of shoe uppers. The old clothes were not made of rough fabrics. They were all good clothes that could no longer be worn, so they were not much different.
This pair of small shoes is light green in color and embroidered with flowers and plants. It’s not that shoes with flowers can only be worn by girls and boys. Zhu Cuilan just thinks they match the color.
Their family has no bad habit of favoring boys over girls. It doesn't matter if it's a boy, a girl, or a boy, as long as the child is healthy and intact.
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