The work of a scorer was not tiring. Lin Xiuyao went to work leisurely, while Su Qingmeng studied at home and made a set of clothes to wear to work.
I made two sets of long-sleeved trousers for Lin Xiuyao. Before, he had his clothes made by a tailor, and he would just sew them up himself when they got torn. So apart from the two sets of clothes that made him look presentable, the rest of his clothes were extremely ugly.
When Lin Xiuyao came home from work and saw Su Qingmeng sewing, he was very touched. Someone was waiting for him to come home and would make clothes for him. He was finally not alone facing the quiet and empty house, living a routine life. Now was life.
He stepped forward and hugged Su Qingmeng, "Mengmeng, that's great."
Su Qingmeng was used to his sudden coquettish behavior. "Let's eat."
Today she made spicy hot pot. The meat in the space was cut into mutton slices and pork slices, and added mushrooms, fish balls, vermicelli noodles, and vegetables. Each person had a big bowl.
"This recipe is like a hotchpotch." Lin Xiuyao commented, with a happy smile on his face.
After dinner he said, “Tomorrow I’m going to the county town to deliver goods to the black market.”
Su Qingmeng: "Then you should bring some notebooks." They have been studying and need paper and pens.
When Su Qingmeng woke up in the morning, she felt something was wrong. She calculated the date and found that her period had indeed arrived.
She said something to Lin Xiuyao and entered the space. She changed her pants and put on a menstrual belt, which she had made based on the one in the original owner's bag. She had sewn the fabric into long strips and stuffed them with cotton. She had made dozens of them.
Just use it like a sanitary napkin, changing it every few hours. Although it was a bit wasteful, her space could produce cloth and cotton, and Su Qingmeng really didn't like the way the original owner remembered washing and reusing it.
Lin Xiuyao saw her pale face coming out and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm having my period."
"Ah," Lin Xiuyao realized, "I'll make you some brown sugar water." When he'd previously gone to the hospital to ask about contraception, the doctor had given him some basic physiology knowledge, so he knew about this issue.
Fortunately, this body does not have dysmenorrhea problems. Now it is cold outside and Su Qingmeng can't stay on the kang.
Lin Xiuyao stayed with her the whole time, rubbing her belly with his warm hands. "Aren't you going to the county town?"
"Let's talk about it in a few days. There's no rush." He was worried about Su Qingmeng's current condition.
Su Qingmeng nestled in his arms with a satisfied smile on her lips. This husband is not bad, one extra point for him.
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