husband and wife

Chapter 189

Although Song Ziheng hadn't spoken yet, but seeing what he saw, he was about to agree. Mrs. Su hurriedly stopped her, and gave Su Wan a dumbfounding look: "You can ask me to cook for you whatever you want, how about a big man like son-in-law?" Can you cook?"

Su Wan replied: "Big men also have to eat, why can't they cook?"

"Anyway, this job is not for a son-in-law. Don't rush to the sky just because you are pregnant with a child. Be honest with me, and don't spoil her son-in-law." Mrs. Su gave Su Wan a warning look, then looked at her again. Song Ziheng.

Song Ziheng nodded in agreement, and then Mrs. Su turned around and went to the kitchen, telling the cook to bring a bowl of wontons.

Early in the morning, Mrs. Su, who was still nodding just now, turned her face and said to Song Ziheng: "I still want to eat my husband's cooking."

Song Ziheng, who thought he had escaped, said: ...

Su Wan touched her stomach again: "The child wants to eat too."

Song Ziheng was silent for two seconds, then nodded with difficulty: "After I go back, I... will learn a little more, and don't let my father-in-law and mother-in-law know."

Only then did Su Wan feel happy. Mrs. Su brought up the hot wontons in person, in a porcelain white bowl, with clear soup and white noodles, sprinkled with shredded green onions on top, and they were also wontons cooked in chicken broth. After changing to clear soup, it didn't have any oily smell, it was refreshing, Su Wan watched her index finger move wildly.

Song Ziheng saw that Su Wan ate a whole bowl of wontons and even drank half a bowl of soup. He couldn't help being dumbfounded. He stared at Su Wan's stomach for a long time. He usually knew his wife's appetite, although he was very persistent about eating. I don't have a big appetite, and I eat less than my younger sister. I didn't expect that I was just pregnant, and my stomach has not yet risen, so my appetite has increased first.Song Ziheng looked at Su Wan's still flat stomach for a while, puzzled. An hour ago, the lady drank a big bowl of porridge. Although she consumed liquid food quickly, she sat at home without moving or doing anything. Where did the food go? ?
Song Ziheng, with slight misgivings, carefully led Su Wan for a walk and walked for half an hour to the yard he rented. Song Xiaomei and the others had already cleaned up the yard. The sun in the yard was pretty good, so they simply moved the tables and chairs under the sun. Wan was basking in the sun with her belly open, falling asleep, while Song Ziheng was reading her book aloud, and Song Xiaomei put some fruits and vegetables on a plate and brought them up, saying: "Sister-in-law San only drinks a bowl of porridge at noon. Just something to pad your stomach." She didn't know that Su Wan ate a big bowl of wontons before she came back.

Su Wan has a good appetite recently, she can eat both sweet and sour, fresh food from home, oranges, persimmons, dried hawthorn, etc. She also likes to eat cucumbers mixed with sugar, and Song Xiaomei brings things up, so Su Wan doesn't feel sleepy any more. While eating, he watched Xiaomei Song sitting next to her sewing, and couldn't help being curious: "Little sister, what are you doing with this little cloth?"

Song Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled: "Make some small clothes, shoes, diapers for my little nephew first."

As a biological mother, Su Wan suddenly felt that she was useless: "It's still too early to be born..."

"It's nothing, I'll prepare something first, and the third sister-in-law won't have to worry about it in the future."

"It's just that you have to prepare a dowry in the near future."

"It doesn't take much work to make these, and Xiaolu said that she also helps me make purses and embroider pillowcases when she is free."

Song Ziheng read the book for half an afternoon without distraction, and when it got dark, he began to be absent-minded. Although his family is not rich, there is no reason to let a man into the kitchen no matter how poor he is. He would naturally ignore it on weekdays, but now his wife is pregnant. Pregnancy, there are some weird ideas, if he disagrees, he is afraid that she will start to shed tears again, he always thinks that a man should be responsible, and it is too useless to let his woman always cry and be dissatisfied?

Now Song Ziheng should agree, just hoping that his wife can forget about the trouble before, and start to fidget when it's time to cook.He didn't say anything, just quietly waiting for his wife's reaction.

Song Xiaomei didn't know why, so she put down her work and looked at the sky, and asked, "Sister-in-law, what would you like to eat at night? You only have porridge at noon, why don't you cook something delicious at night?"

As soon as Su Wan heard You Hun, she felt a conditioned reflex in her stomach churning, and she didn't want to eat it instinctively, but she glanced at the few slices of cucumber left on the table, and her eyes lit up: "Why don't you make candied sweet potatoes? "

Song Xiaomei asked how the shredded sweet potato was going, Su Wan briefly explained the process, she nodded and said, "Except for this? Only a vegetarian one, no meat dishes."

Su Wan glanced at Song Ziheng: "I want to eat dumplings."

Dumplings Song Ziheng had seen making dumplings at home, and he had resigned himself to his fate. He nodded, put down his book and prepared to go to the kitchen with Song Xiaomei, Su Wan also suddenly became interested: "Mr.

Making dumplings does not have much technical content, and the participation rate is very high, but Song Ziheng and Su Wan are waste materials. Song Xiaomei first made the dough, taught Song Ziheng how to roll the dough, and chopped the minced meat and mixed it with leeks and cabbage. Evenly, an egg was added and crushed, and she taught Su Wan to make a dumpling by hand. Su Wan thought she had learned it, and said to Song Xiaomei: "Little sister, go and do your own work. My husband and I can do it here."

Song Xiaomei thought that the third brother was next to her, so nothing serious would happen, and she didn't stop them, so she went to the other end to cook with Xiaolu, but she still murmured in her heart that the third brother and the third sister-in-law really knew how to play, so they sat outside and waited Not eating well?You have to suffer by yourself.

Su Wan and Song Ziheng worked hard for a while, and finally finished wrapping the dumplings. It's not bad to put them one by one on a plate. They just wait to be cooked in the pot. Song Ziheng was afraid that he would be tired, so he hurriedly helped them up. She went to rest outside and looked at the flour on her face, which looked like a cat. It happened that Song Xiaomei and Xiaolu were both in the kitchen, and there was no one outside. Song Ziheng didn't have to be shy, and he personally fetched water and wrung a handkerchief to wipe her Wiping his face and hands, the sound coming from the gate of the courtyard stopped abruptly. Song Ziheng turned his head subconsciously, and saw several nephews standing in a row from the oldest to the youngest, staring at him with disbelief on their faces. I haven't seen him for many days, and even my uncle doesn't recognize him.

Song Ziheng frowned, put down his hands as if nothing had happened, glanced at them and said, "I haven't come back for dozens of days, and I don't even recognize the door of the house? You still stay at the door and don't come in?"

The children paused and rushed in. The youngest, Song Liangyu, did not obediently go to the room to read, but squatted beside Su Wan's chair, staring at her belly curiously: "Third Aunt has a little brother in her belly." La?"

Su Wan said: "I don't know if it's the little brother or the little sister."

(End of this chapter)