But Yang Donghu is different. When he was a child, he caught a severe cold and almost lost his life. Even though he was rescued later, he did not take good care of himself and was left with a cold body problem.
It is difficult for a woman with a cold body to get pregnant, let alone a boy who has difficulty getting pregnant.
No matter how good Zhao Luochuan is, he essentially grew up under the influence of the family lineage. I wonder how he would feel if he knew that he had a health problem.
For a long time, among the seven grounds for divorce, childlessness has been the first. If a new bride in the village has not been pregnant for half a year, her husband's family would be extremely anxious. If she still has no child after a year, the mother-in-law would start preparing to buy a cheap child for her son from another man to carry on the family line.
If there is still no pregnancy after three years, the woman can be divorced according to the seven grounds for divorce.
Yang Donghu was thankful more than once that Zhu Cuilan was sensible and never spoke harshly to him, let alone putting anyone in Zhao Luochuan's house. However, he had been in the Zhao family for almost a year, so there would definitely be rumors spreading outside.
He may not care whether he has a child or not, but what he cares about is Zhao Luochuan's thoughts.
Zhao Luochuan held her tighter in his arms, resting his chin on Yang Donghu's shoulder. He said softly, "If you can't have children, then you can't. Who says I have to have children? I think we're doing well together. I don't care."
He patted the mattress and said with a smile, "The bed is just this big, perfect for the two of us. Where would I sleep if there's one more person?"
Yang Donghu's expression brightened slightly, his worries fading considerably. "Aren't you afraid of what others might say about you?"
"Say whatever you want. How can it affect me? Do I become a sinner just because I don't have a child? You don't have to take it to heart what people say outside. Let's just let it go. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, we won't force it. Aunt is the same everywhere. If she says something anxiously, just listen to her. If it really doesn't work, just put it all on me and say I'm not good enough. I think she won't say anything more."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yang Donghu laughed at his nonsense and couldn't help but pat Zhao Luochuan's arm.
Zhao Luochuan grabbed his hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it gently: "I'm serious, face and reputation are not important. Anyway, you know whether I can do it or not."
"I don't know anything."
Yang Donghu didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he twisted his body and wanted to get down.
How could Zhao Luochuan let him have his wish? He pressed him firmly on the bed and pressed on top of him.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know. We'll find out if we try."
"I'm not, uh..."
It was dark outside, and the bright full moon shone through the gap in the window, illuminating the room with a beautiful spring scene. The rocking sound of the bed only gradually subsided late into the night.
The wrists tied with colorful knots hung limply on the edge of the bed. Yang Donghu grabbed the edge of the bed tightly and wanted to get up and escape, but was dragged back by a pair of big hands holding his waist. This used up his last bit of strength, and he could only let the person on him continue to do whatever he wanted.
The rooster in the yard was still crowing dutifully, disturbing people's sweet dreams before daybreak.
Zhao Luochuan gently turned over, reached out to the window, and blocked the gap tighter.
He moved quietly, but he still woke up the sleeping person.
"Hmm...what time is it?" Yang Donghu stretched in the quilt and asked before opening his eyes.
Zhao Luochuan was worried that he hadn't slept soundly yet, and considering that he was too tired yesterday, he wanted him to sleep a little longer. He lay down again and held him in his arms: "It's still early, it's not dawn yet, sleep a little longer."
"Auntie said she wants to make rice dumplings today, so I won't be able to make it later."
It's hot now, so it's easier to get up than in winter, but Yang Donghu was really tired yesterday. He turned over and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he finished speaking.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside. Yang Donghu was startled and sat up suddenly.
The pain in his waist and legs made Yang Donghu gasp, and it took him a while to adapt.
Zhao Luochuan heard the noise and walked in from outside, holding a bowl of eggs cooked in brown sugar water. "Are you awake? Eat the eggs first and then go wash up. They'll be cold soon."
Yang Donghu took the bowl, feeling a little puzzled as it looked more and more like food for postpartum women.
But he didn't think much about it. He quickly finished eating the eggs, washed up, and went to Zhu Cuilan's yard.
They all got up early and had already made half a wooden basin full of dumplings.
How could the woman, who had experienced sex, not see what was going on with Yang Donghu's awkward posture? But she was afraid of embarrassing Yang Donghu by saying it out loud, so they exchanged glances of tacit understanding, lowered their heads and chuckled.
Zhao Luochuan and Zhao Fangyu also knew how to make rice dumplings, but it was inappropriate for them to squeeze into the same basin with the woman. Zhu Cuilan gave the younger generations a separate basin and asked them to sit aside and slowly make them, while she chatted with Aunt Zhang and her mother-in-law.
Zhao Fangchu had no idea what they were laughing at. He was just struggling with the rice dumplings leaves in his hand. After finally tying something presentable, he looked up and saw Yang Donghu. He smiled and showed him the rice dumplings in his hand.
"Brother Dong, look."
Yang Donghu looked at the zongzi tied with several torn reed leaves, twisting it into a strange shape. He couldn't help laughing and said, "This zongzi has committed a serious crime."
Zhao Fangchu didn't react at first, and it took him a long time before he wanted to seek revenge on Yang Donghu.
Zhao Luochuan stretched out his hand to block it, but was punched several times by Zhao Fangchu. He didn't even care about the glutinous rice in the leaves and almost spilled it several times.
"Little Fangchu, I'm just staring at you. If you dare to throw the glutinous rice on the ground, you will get a good beating today." Zhu Cuilan said coldly, her face darkening as she stared at Zhao Fangchu.
Playing around aside, she had a hard time as a child and hated to see people wasting food the most.
Zhao Fangchu saw Zhu Cuilan's face change, and was so scared that he quickly sat down on the stool and fiddled with the rice dumplings in his hand obediently.
They don’t care whether the rice dumplings are sweet or salty at home. It’s just that there are not many salted duck eggs this year, otherwise they could make some egg yolk and meat rice dumplings.
Zhu Cuilan cooked red bean paste yesterday and added dates to it to make rice dumpling filling.
Yang Donghu brought over the peach blossom honey. The pickled peach blossoms were easy to knead into a ball and looked delicious when wrapped in rice dumplings.
Tianniu lost the fight with Jinbao at home, and was dragged by her father to find her mother crying.
Yinchun put down his work and tried to coax her for a while, but she still didn't get better. Tianniu was crying when she smelled the sweet scent of honey on Yang Donghu's hand. She twisted her body and got off Yinchun's legs, ran to Yang Donghu and asked, "Brother, what is this?"
She cried so hard that tears were on her face and she sobbed while speaking.
Yang Donghu rolled a peach blossom honey ball for Tianniu and said with a smile: "Try it, it's sweet. You can't cry after eating it, okay?"
"Okay~"
The atmosphere between the two was harmonious. Zhao Luochuan looked at his husband coaxing the sweet girl in a soft voice, and his whole demeanor became much softer.
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