Zhu Cuilan was happy for a while before she realized that there was a wedding wine event today. The cups on the table were empty, and Yang Donghu must have drunk it.
"Well, doctor, this happy event came so suddenly that we were caught off guard. And it happened to happen to happen on this day. Do you think it will be any hindrance?"
A faint fruity aroma remained in the wine glass. The doctor took the glass and held it to his nose, sniffing for a moment before saying, "It's okay. This is wine, not poison. I don't think it smells strong. Just drink some water and it won't be a big deal. Just be careful in the future and avoid any contact."
"Oh, okay," Zhu Cuilan said, relieved. "Thank you, doctor, for taking the trouble to come."
Zhao Luochuan stood aside, not knowing what to say. Seeing him standing there in a daze like a wooden stick, Zhu Cuilan couldn't help but pat his arm: "You're stupid, why don't you react at all right now?"
Yun Qiao's mother, who was just as happy as Zhu Cuilan in the room, looked at the bewildered man and said with a smile, "It's normal for him to be unable to react for a while to becoming a father. When Yun Qiao was pregnant for the first time, Cheng Ping was even more stupid than him."
Guessing that the young couple had something to say, Zhu Cuilan politely sent the doctor out and asked a lot of questions about what could and could not be done.
After everyone left, Yang Donghu called out "Brother Chuan" with a bitter face. He had straightened his back since he got the news, not daring to relax, nor daring to believe that there was another little life in his body.
"What should I do now?" Yang Donghu didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. He held his hands on both sides and refused to let go.
Zhao Luochuan didn't know how to answer this question. His steps were even more shaky than when he had just drunk. He slowly walked over and squatted beside the bed, saying in a hoarse voice: "Dong Hu..."
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a long moment before Zhao Luochuan finally came to his senses from the overwhelming joy he was feeling. With a slightly trembling hand, he stroked Yang Donghu's belly and asked, "Are we going to have a baby?"
He had just finished asking, and without waiting for an answer, he suddenly pulled Yang Donghu into his arms and kissed him hard on the face, his voice filled with unconcealed joy: "Donghu, we have a child."
Zhao Luochuan's joy spread to Yang Donghu's heart, and his tense body quietly relaxed, and he hugged Zhao Luochuan's trembling body back.
The two of them hugged each other tightly and neither of them was willing to let go, until Zhu Cuilan came in again and interrupted them.
"Ouch, stop hugging me, let go quickly, you'll be squeezing Donghu again." Zhu Cuilan patted Zhao Luochuan's arm.
Zhao Luochuan knew that he was being reckless, so he let go of her hand with a wry smile.
"Silly boy," Zhu Cuilan scolded with a smile, then turned to Yang Donghu and asked, "Are you feeling unwell right now? Just eat half a bowl of wontons today. Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."
After eating some sour oranges, Yang Donghu felt much better in his stomach. Although he still didn't feel very hungry, he nodded and said, "Okay, okay," considering that he still had one child left in his body.
As long as he's willing to eat, it's fine. Zhu Cuilan stood up and started to get busy: "You can't eat eggs. We have meat and bone soup. How about making you a bowl of soup noodles? Don't make it too oily, and tear some lean meat off the bones and put it in. It'll be fragrant and stick to the bones."
Zhu Cuilan's cooking skills were excellent. Yang Donghu was already envious just by hearing her talk, and replied with a smile: "Okay."
"Okay, sit down and rest. It's a cold night now. Go sit under the covers. You must not catch a cold now. Just wait, you will be better in a while."
It doesn't take much effort to knead the dough and roll the noodles. Everyone in the family has already eaten, so there's no need to knead too much. Thinking that Zhao Luochuan was busy drinking at the table and must be feeling uncomfortable in his stomach, Zhu Cuilan gave him a bowl of noodles as well.
The second day after marriage should be the time to enjoy the time with your husband in your arms, but Zhao Luochuan did not stay in bed and got up early. Even Yang Donghu, who could not sleep well, got up with him.
The old lady went to bed early and got up early. When she was leaning on a cane to look for Zhu Cuilan, she heard such a happy smile from her. She was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. She hurriedly took out the jade pendant that Zhao Luochuan had returned to her before, saying that she would give it to the unborn baby in her belly.
This was left to the old lady by her mother as a token of appreciation. Yang Donghu didn't want to accept it, but the old lady firmly believed that this jade pendant could bring good luck. It helped Yang Donghu find such a good family, and it would definitely keep her children safe in the future.
Yang Donghu had no choice but to accept the old lady's kindness. The old lady also repeatedly reminded him not to return it secretly.
Zhu Cuilan was still thinking that Yang Donghu would like to stay in bed now that she was pregnant, so she was a little surprised to see him so early in the morning.
"Why are you two up so early? The meal isn't ready yet. What do you want to eat? I'll make it."
Zhao Luochuan held the offerings in his hand. Such a great thing should be told to his parents in front of the grave so that they can feel at ease in the underworld.
He was not the one who suffered physically. Zhao Luochuan was not picky about food, but Yang Donghu had just woken up in the morning and had no appetite. He could only drink half a bowl of porridge and could not eat anymore.
It was normal for him to not be able to eat at this time. Zhu Cuilan did not force him to eat, but his body could not bear it if he could not eat. She saw that Yang Donghu ate a lot of soup noodles yesterday. If he couldn't eat eggs, he could eat meat to replenish his body.
Zhu Cuilan used a machete to split the remaining large bones in half, added half a pot of water to the pot, and simmered them on high heat on the stove for an hour until the meat and bones were separated.
Zhao Luochuan's parents' graves are on the mountain, and the mountain road is difficult to walk on. He was afraid of accidents, so he wanted to go there alone, but Yang Donghu insisted on going. Zhao Luochuan could never persuade him, so he could only take care of it more carefully.
Fortunately, the tomb was only halfway up the mountain and the road up was relatively flat. Yang Donghu arrived there before he felt tired.
The mountain was overgrown with weeds, and the weeds around the grave were a little yellow. Zhao Luochuan first pulled out the weeds and threw them aside, and then trimmed the grave soil that had been loosened by the rain.
Yang Donghu placed the tributes they brought in front of the grave. In addition to the paper money to be burned and the incense to be lit, they also brought a pot of peach blossom wine.
The two of them knelt down and kowtowed three times solemnly. Zhao Luochuan, with red eyes, recounted the good news of his marriage and pregnancy yesterday, and said that he would bring the baby over for them to see when it was born.
He had just finished speaking when a gust of wind blew by, and the leaves of the thick and large tree that had been growing next to the grave for who knows how many years rustled, as if Zhao He and Xu Lianyi were giving him a warm response.
Falling leaves herald the arrival of autumn. Yellow leaves were blown down by the wind. One of them swirled and slowly fell in front of Yang Donghu. He stretched out his hand, and the fallen leaf lay steadily in his palm.
Yang Donghu raised his hand and showed the leaf to Zhao Luochuan, smiling: "My parents must have heard it. Look, this is the gift they gave me."
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