At night, Yang Donghu sat in his quilt holding the pair of small shoes and couldn't let go of them. Except for the time when he was retching, he didn't feel that there was a baby in his belly at other times.
But looking at such a small pair of shoes held in his palms, his mind was filled with the cute sight of a pair of white and tender feet of similar size putting on the shoes and fluttering around. He couldn't help but touch his lower abdomen with his hands.
Zhao Luochuan was preparing water for him to soak his feet. He didn't know who told him that soaking his feet every day could relieve swelling in his hands and feet after his belly got bigger. But he couldn't soak for too long, only a quarter of an hour each time would be enough.
Zhao Luochuan reached out to test the water temperature, and when he felt it was just right, he let Yang Donghu come out of the quilt and put his feet in the basin to warm them.
Yang Donghu showed him the small shoes and said with a smile, "Look, Auntie just made them today. They are so exquisite. Hey, what do you think? Will we have a boy or a girl? Or a boy?"
"All good."
Not only the feet, but also the hands needed to be rubbed with hot water. Zhao Luochuan brought another basin and placed it on the basin rack, stopped his moving hands, and pulled them together and pressed them into the basin.
He looked at the little shoes with a tender expression, and his stern face softened. "I hope it's a girl or boy who looks like you. I wonder how cute that would be."
His idea coincided with Yang Donghu's. Yang Donghu thought that it would be nice if the boy was a similar-looking boy to Zhao Luochuan when he was a child. He had never seen what Zhao Luochuan looked like when he was a child, but no matter who he looked like, he must be very handsome.
Yang Donghu grabbed his big hand and played with it in the basin. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "It's good to be like you."
Zhao Luochuan was afraid that the water would spill out and wet his clothes, so he held his little hand in his palm to prevent him from moving.
"But the most important thing is that the child is healthy. If it's a boy, and he's willing to study, let him go to school and take the imperial examinations. If he's not gifted with that talent like me, he can learn some martial arts from me in the future. Once he learns the skills of a hunter, he'll be able to take on responsibilities. If it's a girl or a boy, she won't have to endure the same hardships as a boy. If she wants to go to school, we'll support her. If not, just keep her at home and pamper her. We can afford it anyway."
"Anyway, this is only the first one. I think Fang Chu is pretty good. He has a brother protecting him first, so the girls and boys below can live more playfully. We will have more in the future."
Speaking of children, Zhao Luochuan thought of the shrill screams when Yun Qiao gave birth last time. Even though Zhao Luochuan was used to seeing matters of life and death, he still couldn't bear to hear it.
Now it was finally his family's turn. Zhao Luochuan's expression changed again and again. In addition to joy, his heart was also filled with an indelible sorrow.
Yang Donghu saw that he was talking animatedly, but suddenly he felt a little down. He didn't know where this worry came from, so he whispered, "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly unhappy?"
"It's okay," Zhao Luochuan shook his head. He was already worried enough about this matter. If he told Yang Donghu now and made him worry all day, it would harm his health.
The hands in the water clasped together even tighter, and Zhao Luochuan gently touched his forehead: "It's so painful, we just need one child, no matter if it's a boy or a girl. I just want you to be well. Look at you, you've lost a lot of weight recently. The weight I worked so hard to gain has all been lost in the past few days. I'm so distressed that I don't want to have another one."
The two were so close that Yang Donghu saw that he was a little dizzy. He blinked and smiled before kissing Zhao Luochuan on the lips. His eyes were sparkling: "I don't feel miserable when I have you."
Zhao Luochuan was so moved by his husband's eyes full of him that he wanted to throw him on the bed and rub him, but unfortunately Yang Donghu was not feeling well.
Yang Donghu saw what he was thinking, and leaned over to kiss him on the face. This time, Zhao Luochuan could no longer hold back. He held the back of Yang Donghu's head to prevent him from retreating, and kissed him deeply between his lips and teeth.
After a while of making a fuss, the water started to become a little cold. Zhao Luochuan took a towel and wiped his feet, then tucked him back into the quilt.
Yang Donghu felt that he was becoming more and more pampered. He used to be able to do some housework at home, but Zhao Luochuan insisted that he was weak. Now, let alone working, he didn't even want to do movements like bending over.
Zhu Cuilan took care of all the cooking, Zhao Fangchu took over the making of the pancakes, and Zhao Luochuan took care of all the chores at home. Yang Donghu spent his time learning embroidery from the old lady every day.
He himself felt that he was being too cautious, but seeing how serious Zhao Luochuan was, he decided to let him do as he pleased.
The nights are already getting chilly, and the newly made quilt is so comfortable, soft and slippery. It is so wonderful to lie on the bed with only a shirt on and feel the warmth of another person next to me.
Yang Donghu skillfully found a comfortable position in Zhao Luochuan's arms and fell asleep contentedly.
Zhao Luochuan was holding the warm and soft beauty in his arms, and he even woke up with a smile in his dreams.
The weather was bad when he got up the next day. It was even colder than the previous two days, gloomy and windy. It looked like it was going to rain, so Zhao Luochuan got up early and asked Yang Donghu to put on more clothes.
There was nothing to do at home anyway, except that she couldn't get any sun. Zhu Cuilan wanted to sow the autumn vegetable seeds before it rained. It just happened to rain after she had sown them, so she saved the trouble of carrying water for watering.
Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu sat at the door, grabbed a handful of salty sour plums and candied fruits, and huddled together with their heads down, muttering something.
Before the rain started, Zhao Fangyu and Zhao Luochuan quickly chopped some firewood and piled it in the kitchen for use. They didn't know how many days it would rain, and they needed firewood to make a fire and cook.
Zhang Lanzhen had known for a long time that Yang Donghu was pregnant. She couldn't bear to eat the white fungus that Yang Anchen brought from the town today, so she quickly took it and wanted to give it to Yang Donghu to replenish her body.
Even if there was no relationship with Zhao Fangyu, Yang Donghu was still the child she had watched grow up, so of course she should come and see him. Also, her silly son only had his heart set on Zhao Fangchu, so she also wanted to come and leave a good impression on her son.
Zhang Lanzhen doesn't come often, and even less often does she bring Yang Anjin with her. Today, when Zhu Cuilan saw the two of them, she warmly invited them into the house for tea.
Yang Anjin first saw her future husband working hard and felt her heart beating very fast. Then she quickly looked away and pursed her lips and quietly called him "Auntie".
"Hey, I think An Jin looks prettier again. She's getting more and more beautiful. Fang Yu, go boil some water and mix a bowl of honey water for your aunt and An Jin." Zhu Cuilan smiled and pulled Yang An Jin to stand beside her, saying politely to Zhang Lanzhen, "You're here, we sisters can just chat. What else do you bring?"
"It's my duty. Dong Hu has been pregnant for such a long time and I haven't come to see her. An Jin is worried about her at home, so I said I would bring him to see her."
They came suddenly and Zhao Fangyu was not prepared at all, and he was covered in dust. Zhu Cuilan asked him to go to the kitchen to boil some water. He washed his face and tidied his clothes before coming out with the boiled water.
Tremella is not cheap, and Zhu Cuilan didn't even think of buying some for Yang Donghu to drink. They were familiar with each other, and since it was for Yang Donghu, Zhu Cuilan accepted it without hesitation.
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