Beijing City.
Meng Ying, who rarely gets off work early, is busy in the kitchen. The company has been busy these days and the family hasn't had dinner together for several days.
The weather was cold, so Zhao Yueling usually stayed in the courtyard, returning only on weekends. She and Zhao Mingze ate at their respective workplaces, leaving poor Zhao Tianrui, left alone, to eat in the cafeteria every day.
The food in the cafeteria is not bad, but it is definitely not as greasy as the food cooked at home. Zhao Tianrui has been protesting for several days. Today, when he knew that he didn’t have to eat in the cafeteria, he rolled around on the sofa with joy.
"Mom, I want to eat bacon, the one that Sister Shushu sent back a few days ago!" Thinking of the aroma of bacon, Zhao Tianrui couldn't help swallowing.
"I know, I have everything. Get out of here quickly and don't get in the way!" Meng Ying saw him playing with water and smelling meat, and felt that he was a hindrance.
Thinking of the kid next door that Jian mentioned in her letter, who was about the same age but could already do a lot of work, she became even more infuriated. "When you have nothing to do, just wash your own clothes. If you can't do that, just sweep the floor. You just wait for me to come back every day to serve you two."
Day by day, there are few people who give her peace of mind, they are all debt collectors.
Zhao Tianrui was confused. What happened? Why did he suddenly get angry?
Zhao Yueling, who had just come out of the house, paused when she heard the noise, winked at her brother who was in danger, and went in to help.
Zhao Tianrui glanced at his angry old mother, shrank his neck, and went to sweep the floor obediently.
He found the broom familiarly and started sweeping the floor skillfully.
This was the scene Zhao Mingze saw when he came home from get off work.
"What's wrong? Did you offend her again?"
Zhao Tianrui curled his lips in grievance and said, "I didn't." He still didn't know what he had done wrong.
"Okay, just sweep the floor obediently, and it will be done tomorrow." Zhao Mingze patted his youngest son's head and comforted him.
His boss has been in a bad mood these days, so everything has to go his way.
Thinking of his troublesome eldest son, he rubbed his forehead and wondered when this would end.
Both mother and son are stubborn.
Damn!
"Ding-ling-ling——" The phone rang quickly, and Zhao Tianrui, who was feeling dejected, picked it up first.
Zhao Mingze put down his raised foot, sat down on the sofa, pressed his eyebrows, leaned back slightly and closed his eyes for a nap.
However, he quickly opened his eyes after hearing the name from his son.
"Sister Shushu! I miss you so much! When will you come back to see me?"
He didn't know what was said over there, but the smile on his face became even brighter. He turned around and glanced at Zhao Mingze, "Mom and Dad are home, and my sister is here too."
After a few more words from the other end, he reluctantly agreed, "Okay." Then he handed the microphone to Zhao Mingze who was waiting on the side.
"Hello, is this Shushu? Why are you calling suddenly? Did something happen?" Zhao Mingze sounded a little worried.
There is a phone at home but there is no phone on Jianshu. On weekdays, we basically communicate by writing letters. We usually call each other and chat for a few minutes once every ten days or half a month.
He had just called her five days ago, and she sent another message so soon, so he couldn't help but think of something bad.
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Jian Shu didn't keep him in suspense any longer and quickly explained, "It's okay, I just have some good news to tell you and your aunt."
"Good news? What good news? Are you pregnant?" Zhao Mingze breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her voice didn't change, and even had the leisure to joke with her.
Jian Shu couldn't help but applaud, "Uncle Zhao is amazing! He's so predictable and always guesses right! So, how about you guess when Brother Tianlei will get married?"
"He still wants to get married? Forget it... wait, what did you say?" Zhao Mingze couldn't help but raise his voice, "Shushu, are you really pregnant?" A joke has now become true, which made him a little unbelievable for a moment.
"What? Shushu is pregnant? Really? Move aside, let me talk to Shushu." Meng Ying, who came out after hearing the voice, also heard his startled words. She hurried over, wiped her hands on her apron a few times, snatched the microphone from his hand, and pushed him aside.
Zhao Mingze, who was driven away, could only stay by her side, watching her take the microphone with his ears perked up, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Shushu, have you eaten? What did the examination show? What did the doctor say? How is the child?" He started with a series of questions.
"Aunt, I've had dinner. I went to the hospital for a check-up today, and the doctor said the baby is doing well. She's over a month old, and you'll be able to hold your granddaughter in your arms by this time next year." Jian Shu patiently answered the questions one by one.
"Okay, okay, then I can wait to become a grandmother." Meng Ying was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. This was a big surprise. She could finally hold her granddaughter.
"How do you know if it's a granddaughter and not a grandson?" Zhao Mingze said sourly, having not been able to say a few words to his daughter before the microphone was snatched away. He also wanted to talk to Shushu, and he also wanted his granddaughter to hear her uncle's voice, as this was the first child of the younger generation.
"What's wrong with being my granddaughter? Shushu can call me whatever you want!" Meng Ying now only obeys Jian Shu, and whatever she says is the truth.
Not to mention calling the baby in her belly a daughter, even if she wanted to call Zhao Tianrui sister, she would change Zhao Tianrui's skirt and tie a small braid for him to be treated as a daughter.
Pregnant women are the most important in the world. They have always held a high position in her heart, but now they have left others far behind and are no match for them.
Zhao Mingze, who was scolded, touched his nose and didn't dare to talk back to her. He could only nod in response, "Yes, yes, I will listen to Shushu."
On the other side, Jianshu and his wife heard the noise, looked at each other and started to hold back their laughter. They had to not laugh out loud, they had to save face for Uncle Zhao.
After teaching her man a lesson, Meng Ying turned her attention back to the topic, "How do you feel now? Is it harmful to your mouth? Does it go well with rice? You're eating for two people now, so you need to eat more."
"I'm fine, and my appetite hasn't changed. Don't worry, auntie. I will take good care of myself."
How could Meng Ying feel at ease? She was extremely anxious when she thought about how young the couple was, how they had no experience, and how there was no adult to help them.
"Shushu, now that you have a child, you're not alone anymore. You have to be more careful and rest more. Don't do chores if you can avoid them. And especially don't get your hands dirty while cooking. The smell of cooking fumes can ruin your appetite and is bad for your health... Oh, why don't I just go over and take care of you? How can I be at ease if you're like this?"
The more she spoke, the more anxious she became. She couldn't let go when she thought about the difficulties during her pregnancy. How could Gu Mingjing, an inexperienced man, take good care of a pregnant woman?
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