Half a month had passed since she found out she was pregnant. Yang Donghu had trouble eating or sleeping at first, but now she could barely eat something for three meals a day.
Compared to others, he suffered a lot. In just half a month, he had lost a lot less weight. Zhao Luochuan saw it and felt sad. The joy of becoming a father for the first time was diluted by the heartache, and he became anxious and angry with him.
Every autumn rain brings a chill. It has been raining continuously for several days, and the sun is only seen today.
I had a strong reaction in the first few days, but the dry retching has eased a lot in the past two days, and I can sleep well at night. People say that it is not good to tell others about pregnancy before the third month, but last time it happened suddenly, my family was not prepared, and almost everyone in the village already knew about it.
Yang Donghu was originally in poor health. The last time she took her pulse, she was only a month pregnant. Today, it has been less than two months. Zhao Luochuan was worried and did not go up the mountain, but stayed at home to watch over her.
Since Yang Donghu is pregnant, she has to stop using moxibustion for the time being and decide whether to continue using it after the baby is born.
Zhao Luochuan was afraid that the sudden drop in temperature would make Yang Donghu catch a cold, so he asked Zhu Cuilan to make him a padded jacket so that he could wear it under his clothes to keep warm when the weather got cold early in the morning.
This was Zhu Cuilan's first grandchild, so she was naturally very happy. Without Zhao Luochuan saying anything, she had already prepared everything.
Pregnant women are picky eaters, so Zhu Cuilan would prepare food in different ways with a smile on her face all day long, without any impatience at all.
Yang Donghu used to be not very picky about food, but now he is not only lazy, but also more picky about food. He cannot stand anything with even the slightest fishy smell, otherwise he will vomit for half a day.
He couldn't eat eggs now, but he could drink a small bowl of chicken soup without the butter. However, Zhu Cuilan was still worried that it would be bad to just drink the soup, so she came up with an idea to tear off the skin of the chicken and chop it into minced meat and mix it into the soup. As long as it was chopped finely, Yang Donghu could eat a lot.
The pork on the wedding day was too fatty for Yang Donghu to eat. He felt it was too greasy at the first sight. Zhu Cuilan stewed the bones and ribs with more lean meat into soup and fed them to him three times a day.
After a few days, there was nothing left at home, and even if there was anything, it was very greasy. Zhu Cuilan started to get busy again, trying to go to the town to buy some food for him.
After harnessing the cart to transport things, Zhao Fangyu went to the mountain alone again after Zhao Luochuan got married. When he came back, he took the opportunity to sell the prey with Zhu Cuilan.
"Donghu, I'm going to town now. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll bring it back."
Before leaving, Zhu Cuilan came to ask Yang Donghu what he needed. She was very distressed by all the troubles she had endured these days. Seeing Yang Donghu's increasingly thin face, she was also very anxious.
"Auntie, just buy whatever you like. It doesn't matter what I eat now."
No matter what Yang Donghu eats, he can only eat one or half a bowl at most. No matter how good the food is, he can't eat too much.
"Okay, I'll buy it and if you want to eat it later, we can go back. It won't be a big deal."
"Okay." Yang Donghu nodded and watched Zhu Cuilan leave.
He had been feeling unwell these days, which had troubled Zhu Cuilan. Sometimes she would just look at the meal she had worked so hard to prepare and not be able to eat it, thus wasting her aunt's kindness.
Yang Donghu felt extremely guilty every time he thought about it. Fortunately, Zhu Cuilan understood him. When he couldn't eat, she just made something else for him. She didn't feel that her kindness was wasted.
Zhao Fangchu also suffered. Yang Donghu couldn't stand the smell of fishy things, so Zhu Cuilan wouldn't cook them. Poor Zhao Fangchu also had to follow suit and couldn't eat this or that. Today, seeing his mother was going to town, he hurriedly followed her and got on the cart. He also took all the money he earned from Yang Donghu, just to go to town to buy some delicious food.
There were still a lot of food for sale in the town. In addition to buying some pork shanks, Zhu Cuilan also bought some salty sour plums and hawthorn cakes because she was thinking about Yang Donghu's preference for sour food.
Zhu Cuilan took away a few of the pheasant eggs and quails that Zhao Fangyu brought back from the mountains and kept them at home, leaving them for Yang Donghu to make soup with.
A rabbit was also left behind. Yang Donghu not only prefers sour food, but also bitter and spicy food. He likes anything with a strong taste.
The chopped peppers pickled by Zhu Cuilan in the jar looked very tempting red, and sometimes Yang Donghu would pick some with chopsticks and put them in his mouth.
The rabbit fried with chili peppers is fragrant and spicy. Zhu Cuilan guessed that Yang Donghu would like it.
Seeing that her clothes were getting thicker and thicker, and things could be kept at home for longer, Zhu Cuilan bought a lot of food and planned to store it at home.
She felt sorry for Zhao Fangchu because he hadn't eaten well at home these days, so no matter what he bought on the street to satisfy his cravings, she pretended not to see it.
After the summer, it is time to tidy up the vegetable garden at home and plant some long-lasting winter vegetables such as cabbage and radish, which can be stored in the cellar during the New Year so that you don’t have any green leafy vegetables to eat during the winter.
The pepper seedlings and eggplant seedlings had already wilted, so Zhao Luochuan pulled out all the withered seedlings. It had just rained, so the vegetable field was still moist. He didn't have to go back to the house to fetch water for watering the fields, which saved him a lot of effort.
Even when doing farm work in cold weather, it is impossible to go shirtless like in summer. Freshly washed clothes also dry slowly. Zhao Luochuan put a towel around his neck to wipe the sweat, otherwise he would smell of sweat.
The sun was shining, so Yang Donghu took a stool and sat in the yard with the old lady to bask in the sun.
The pancakes and dumplings grew a lot bigger. There was never a broken bone in the house, and they benefited a lot from it, getting a big bone every time.
The dumpling was still plump and looked very solid. It turned over and pressed the pancake down so hard that the pancake had no chance to resist.
Zhao Luochuan knew the name they gave to the puppy and made fun of them, saying that the next time a child was born, he would name him Momo, so that they would all be food.
When Zhu Cuilan saw him making fun of the unborn child, she hit him and said that he was unruly and did not behave like a father.
After pulling out the seedlings, Zhao Luochuan took a hoe and started to renovate the soil in the vegetable ridge. The two puppies found it interesting and followed Zhao Luochuan and started scratching the ground with their claws. After a few scratches, a small pit was made.
Zhao Luochuan kicked the puppies lightly with his foot, hoping that they would stop making trouble. Their claws were all covered in dirt, and they would pounce on people again soon.
The old lady's hands and feet were not very flexible and her eyesight was not very good, but she was going to be a grandmother after all, so she always wanted to make something for the baby.
If she were young, the old lady could make small clothes, shoes, and quilts for them, even tiger-head hats would be no problem.
It’s a pity that people have to accept their age, but although she can’t do it herself, she can help teach Yang Donghu how to do it.
At first, Yang Donghu was afraid that her embroidery would arouse the old lady's suspicion, but later she realized that her original self had trouble getting enough food when she was a child, so naturally she had no time to do embroidery.
It is not easy to embroider a tiger-head hat. With the old lady willing to teach him the technique, Yang Donghu felt that he could embroider it almost well. However, in order not to waste good fabric, he first took Zhao Luochuan's old clothes to try his hand.
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