That bastard third brother really went all out; he pinched her so hard that her philtrum was swollen, and it hurt terribly to the touch.
Zhao Dashu was very satisfied, knowing that his mother was sensible and knew when to do what.
"mother!"
The person on the kang (heated brick bed) shuddered, and the old woman felt an even greater pain in her head below her nose. That damned bastard, what's he doing here?
Do you want to make her faint from anger again?
Don't even think about it!
Want her dead? Dream on! She won't die, absolutely not!
She just wants to live and annoy everyone!
She should be supported by all those unfilial sons!
"Doctor, how is my mother?"
Old Mrs. Sun didn't want to see his hypocritical act, so she closed her eyes.
"It's nothing, just a fit of anger. Old lady, you need to control your temper as you get older. You really can't be as hot-tempered as before."
Old Mrs. Sun didn't say anything. She didn't want to lose her temper. Wasn't it because her unfilial son forced her to do this?
Zhao Dashu thought of the herbal tea for relieving internal heat, "Since you have so much internal heat, doctor, why don't you prescribe some medicine to relieve it, the kind that's really effective?"
The doctor was stunned. A good medicine for relieving internal heat?
"Okay, one of you come with me to get the medicine."
My wife eats nothing but sunflower seeds and roasted peanuts every day; she really needs to cool down a bit.
"Mom, take good care of yourself and don't panic. We're going back now. We rushed out after hearing you faint. The child is still at home; she'll be hungry and cry if she can't find Xiaoyu."
Zhao Xiaoyu: ...
Can Dad find an excuse not to bring her along?
The people inside looked at Zhao Xiaoyu. They knew she had given birth, but they didn't know if it was a boy or a girl. Only the old woman knew, but she didn't want to say. She was in a bad mood.
"Xiaoyu, you've given birth! How many months along are you? Boy or girl?"
Wang was genuinely curious, as everyone had previously said that Xiaoyu might also continue to have daughters.
Li didn't really want to hear it; if even Zhao Xiaoyu had a son, she would be heartbroken.
His eldest son couldn't even give birth, Erzhuzi did manage to have a son, but Zhaodi only had a daughter.
When she went there after hearing the news, her in-laws were incredibly indifferent.
When her daughter was a month old, she cried to her, saying that she had only been in confinement for five days before she had to go back to work.
She was naturally upset that her daughter wasn't doing well. Looking at Zhao Xiaoyu, whose face was fair and rosy and who was dressed in a wealthy manner, and then thinking about her poor daughter, one can only wonder how she could have the mood to gossip about other people's affairs.
No matter what Xiaoyu gave birth to, she wouldn't be sad.
Xiao Lei would never dare to show her any displeasure.
"It's been over three months, and Xiaoyu has given birth to a big, healthy boy for our Zhao family."
Wang was completely baffled. Heaven was blind; how could their family have a son? She asked her third son what he was lacking.
Why is it that some people can have everything go smoothly?
Dazhu and Pan looked very unhappy. They couldn't stand hearing that anyone was pregnant, let alone that anyone had given birth.
The inability to conceive is a disgrace for them, and an unspeakable pain.
"That's good, congratulations, Third Brother." Zhao Dayong's voice was stiff.
Is this karma? People used to laugh at him for not having children, and now the karma is coming back to haunt his own child.
Old Mrs. Sun was unusually quiet today, lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) without saying a word.
"Third brother, I have something I'd like to talk to you about."
Zhao Dashu glanced at his second brother. Could there be something going on between them?
"Me too, are you coming to our house or are we going to your house?"
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