The husband is the hunter

Chapter 226

This year's wind and snow is particularly heavy, every time it lasts for several days, the weather finally cleared up, and the snow on the ground has not yet melted, and snowflakes are falling again.

After Fang Lin became pregnant, her appetite became more and more cunning, and she could not stand the disgusting smell of meat, but meat was eaten the most in this mountain, so she could only change the way to store the cabbage at home. Carrots are made to eat, but it's not a problem to eat so much every day. In a few days, this little face was so hungry that it was only the size of a palm.

Litui didn't come for a few days because she wanted to embroider the dowry. Fang Lin stayed at home alone, bored and boring, and the weather became colder and colder. I spent most of my time lying on the kang, and when I was in good spirits, I would do needlework for a while. If I felt uncomfortable, I could only think of ways to fall asleep by myself, and it would not be so uncomfortable when I fell asleep.

When Wu Chunmei came to deliver the sausages, she found out that Fang Lin's condition was not right. She is a hardworking and simple person. Her life at home has improved because of making sausages, and her smile has increased. She is grateful to Fang Lin from the bottom of her heart. Lynn and his wife.

"Tell me, why didn't you even say a word about such a big matter, did you treat my sister-in-law as an outsider?" Wu Chunmei poured a bowl of hot water for her, "Hurry up and drink it, you will feel better when you get warmer." .”

Fang Lin smiled reluctantly, took the tea bowl, and sipped it in small mouthfuls. Because the weather was too dry and she seldom ate, her lips had already started to dry and cracked. Painful, but Fang Lin didn't make a sound. She knew Wu Chunmei had good intentions, but she didn't want to show her weak side in front of her.

Wu Chunmei glanced at the food on the table, fried vermicelli with cabbage, radish soup, and only the fried winter bamboo shoots moved a few chopsticks, her brows furrowed, "How can you do it if you eat so much a day, even if you are not hungry, You also have to think about the baby in your belly."

"I..." Fang Lin was at a loss for words, and after a long silence, she said, "I can't eat."

Wu Chunmei hurriedly asked, "Did you vomit badly, feel uncomfortable, and have no strength in your body?"

Fang Lin nodded. A few days after the Xi pulse was diagnosed, she began to feel ill. Although the child is only two months old, she has been tormenting her a lot. She usually has a good appetite, but when she smells the oily smoke from the food, she feels uncomfortable. , I would rather sleep on the kang in a daze than get up to eat.

"When I gave birth to Brother Gu, I was also very sick and couldn't eat anything. It happened to be in August and September, and the wild jujube trees on the mountain were full of fruits. Your Huzi brother picked a full one. The basket cured my sickness. As the saying goes, a sour child is a hot woman. I liked to eat sour food at that time, but I gave birth to a boy. As soon as this person has a body, his appetite will pick up. , do you really have nothing to eat?" Seeing that Fang Lin was about to sit up, Wu Chunmei hurriedly supported her and put a pillow for her.

Fang Lin thought about it, and her face turned red. She didn't want to eat sour or spicy food. Now she thought of Duan Nanshan's baked pot helmet, which was sprinkled with chili noodles and sesame seeds. It was soft and crispy. She just wanted to eat that. Of course, she was embarrassed to say this to Wu Chunmei, so she could only shake her head slightly.

"You can't do it if you go on like this. You have to eat a little. You're so hungry that your hands and feet are weak, and it's not good for the child. Besides, if you don't take good care of it now, how will you have the strength to have a child by then?" Wu Chunmei is a person who has experienced it. exhort her.

(End of this chapter)