Because what was written in that diary was a combination of the wisdom of three types of people: a famous old Chinese doctor in Kyoto, the director of the gynecology department of Miyun Hospital who was kicked out by Chu Yifeng, and Qiao Yan's wife, Chu Yifeng strictly followed it and regarded it as the most authoritative encyclopedia for pregnant women.
I wrote in my diary that I had to push it seven times in both directions to get it to fire. If I pushed less than seven times, it was not done.
The stubborn Chu Yifeng did complete the task, but his eyes became red from treating Bi Yue.
Chu Yifeng was a little flustered, his hands still stained with salt water, and he was about to cover Bi Yue's neck: "Don't cry, I'll rub it for you."
Bi Yue swatted the large claws that were stretched out towards her and said, "Get out!"
Chu Yifeng took the bowl and left silently.
Although he couldn't understand why Bi Yue was angry again.
I'm not a child. Good medicine tastes bitter, but it's good for the disease. It's only natural to endure a little pain when you're sick. But I didn't dare provoke him, nor did I dare to lecture him on any moral principles.
Bi Yue covered her burning neck and was so angry at Chu Yifeng that she took several minutes to calm down.
From then on, the two of them had little communication with each other despite being separated by a yard.
One was sulking and didn't want to talk to him, and the other was afraid to go up and talk to her.
One of them was holding a basin of water soaked with detergent and wiping the screen window with a rag. It was covered with dust after one wipe. Bi Yue shook the rag and shook her head: It's not good to have Dad alone at home.
After cleaning each room one by one, the fragrance of laundry detergent wafted through the air in a short while.
The other one went into the kitchen and stewed candied pears for Bi Yue in a small casserole while lowering his head to make dinner.
Frying, stir-frying, cooking, and deep-frying, the small kitchen was filled with busy figures. Soon, the kitchen was filled with heat, sweat was pouring down, and the military shirts were pressed against their thick chests.
It was only when Bi Sheng pushed the door open and entered the yard that this seemingly peaceful scene was broken.
"Sister? When did you come back? Why didn't I hear Dad mention it?" He stretched his neck and shouted towards the kitchen: "Mom!"
Bi Yue smiled and patted Gou Dan'er's shoulder: "Mom hasn't come back yet, and my uncle has gone back to his hometown. She has to stay there and cook for a few more days."
"Huh? Why didn't your uncle come back to his hometown? Is he okay? Why didn't you tell us anything? Why is your neck purple?"
"It was hot, it's nothing serious. The village branch's crappy phone keeps disconnecting, and it's occupied by my uncle and another big boss. I didn't call. Haha."
Bi Sheng circled around Bi Yue, feeling like he had a lot to ask, but he didn't know which one to ask first. The young boy raised his eyebrows:
"Sister, have you gained weight or lost weight? Why are you still getting angry?"
"What do you think?"
Bi Sheng was honest: "It seems to be the same." His eyes fell on Bi Yue's belly, and he scratched his head with a silly smile: "I can't tell. When will my brother come back?"
"It's on the train. It will arrive around this time tomorrow. Go inside and wash your hands first."
"Yeah. Dad doesn't know yet, right? After we finish eating, I'll send him a letter asking him to come back early."
Bi Sheng looked excited. His sister and brother were finally back, and his mother would be back in a few days. He was no longer the only one left at home.
Otherwise, his father would be so busy that he wouldn't come home until closing time at 10 o'clock at night.
Sometimes he was too lazy to go to a restaurant to eat, after all, he had to take the bus just to eat. He could only make do with a bite at home, and only occasionally did he have something good, and it was that person...
After taking two steps, Bi Sheng suddenly stopped and thought of the car at the door.
No need to guess, mom hasn't come back yet, the fragrance coming from the kitchen must be someone cooking.
"What's wrong?"
Bi Sheng turned around and whispered, "Sister, my brother-in-law has cooked for me three times."
Brother-in-law?
It seems that I did something thoughtful to warm Goudan'er's heart, not just cooking.
Bi Yue glanced at the kitchen. She didn't know what was being fried in there. The crackling sound was accompanied by splashes of oil, which sounded quite lively.
…
Bi Sheng lowered his head and ate the rice, his eyes wandering around, looking at this and that.
Did these two reconcile or not?
You said that when it was almost time for dinner, your brother-in-law asked your sister to drink the sugar water first and filled her up with water. Then her sister took the bowl of rice and drank from it.
Now he served his sister more kelp soup and continued to fill her up with water, but his sister didn't even protest.
Chu Yifeng glanced at Bi Sheng as he picked up his chopsticks: "Eat well."
"You fried for so long but there's still no meat? Then what did you fry?"
"Isn't that eggplant you're eating fried? Fish-flavored eggplant strips. Aren't these spicy pork shreds and red pepper shreds fried?"
"You added too much vinegar, brother-in-law. It's too sour and too sweet. The chili strips are fried quite crispy, but look at my face. How can you have the nerve to make such a spicy meat dish?"
Upon hearing this comment, Chu Yifeng looked at Bi Yue in confusion and said in a gentle voice, "Is it too sour?"
Bi Yue picked up a piece of fish-flavored eggplant with chopsticks and ate it. This was her answer.
"Then try this chili."
"good."
“Not spicy?”
Bi Yue looked at Chu Yifeng helplessly. Why would there be so much trouble when eating? "It's not spicy."
Chu Yifeng glanced at Bi Yue's stomach, his lips curled up slightly as he scooped chopstick after chopstick into Bi Yue's bowl. It was like he was watching his son and daughter eat. Sour boy, spicy girl, all in one.
Bi Sheng looked at Bi Yue again, then looked at Chu Yifeng with a smile on his face. He sighed.
Well, he was the one who was superfluous. These two were making fun of something as trivial as eating.
Bi Yue heard her brother sigh, her face flushed slightly, and she wiped the corner of her lips with her finger:
"How are you doing at the cram school? Have you made any progress?"
"good."
"What kind of answer is that?"
"In the small test a few days ago at the cram school, I was still ranked around 30th, but it was a large class with more than 100 students." In Bi Sheng's heart, he was actually quite proud of his rapid progress.
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