The afternoon was very pleasant. Fang Ying slept soundly until the sun set and the sunset glow appeared on the horizon.
When she woke up, he was no longer on the balcony. The assembled coffee table was placed on her right side. There was a water cup on the coffee table with scented tea brewed in it. There were also a lot of newly washed clothes hanging on the balcony.
She stood up slightly, and the rocking chair shook, which startled her. She quickly stabilized herself, put down her feet on the footrest first, and then sat up.
The scented tea was still warm, so she took it and took a sip, lifted the quilt, stood up and walked to the living room.
The kitchen door was closed and there was a noise inside. She walked over and opened the door. Ji Huai was wearing an apron and cutting meat: "Are you awake?"
"Well, what delicious food are you going to make for me?" She walked over slowly.
"Braised pork." He put the cut meat into the plate and said, "There's a lot of fumes here, you go out first."
It was not easy for her to conceive this child. She had taken a lot of medicine to regulate her body before. After becoming pregnant, her morning sickness became severe. The smell of cooking was unpleasant and quite choking. He was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable.
"Keep the door open. I'll stand at the door and talk to you." She refused to leave.
Ji Huai set the range hood to one more level and reduced the cooking power: "Do you want to stand all the time? My back will hurt again after a while."
She was thin and small, and she was still pregnant with a child. The child was healthy, but she was getting thinner and thinner.
"I'll just stand for a while." She still didn't want to leave, holding on to the door frame, "I'll wait for you to make the braised pork."
Ji Huai: "Go and wait for me at the dining table. I'll be there soon."
"No." She was a little willful and continued to touch her belly, lowering her head, "The baby and I are waiting for you here, waiting for daddy to prepare delicious food for us."
Ji Huai's thin lips curved and he sped up his movements.
While he was cooking braised pork, he was making soup.
The fish to make fish soup needs to be fried until golden brown on both sides, and then put into boiling water, the soup will turn milky white.
She smelled the fishy smell and her whole face wrinkled.
"Drink more later." He said.
"You have to drink if I can't finish it. Don't waste it." She didn't waste food before, but she didn't have any obsession.
If you waste food during your lifetime, do you really have to eat it before you can be reincarnated after your death
"Well, half for each person." Ji Huai didn't refuse.
Fang Ying stood and chatted with him for a while, but her legs became numb and her waist was sore. She slowly walked to the sofa, sat on the sofa, changed for a while, and then came to the kitchen to find him.
Ji Huai: "You can rest a little longer."
"I can't see you, and I feel flustered." She said a little aggrieved and sad, "I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, I will be the only one left at home, and you will be gone, leaving me and the child behind. I am so sad. "At this point, her tears were rolling again, "I... I'm scared."
She didn't know what to do and didn't have the courage.
Seeing this, Ji Huai's hand holding the shovel was closed. There were thousands of thoughts in his eyes, but he wanted to suppress them. He laughed at her and said, "My child is crying again. When the baby cries, will you cry too?" Are you going to sing a double act? Who can cry more aggrieved than you?"
Fang Ying was so amused by him that she burst into laughter. Perhaps she felt embarrassed, so she pretended to cry: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Crying and laughing.
"The braised pork is ready." Ji Huai also laughed and shrugged his shoulders. She put the meat in a basin. Fang Ying stepped forward to pick it up, but he didn't hand it to her. "I'll do it. It's a bit hot."
He took the braised pork outside and put it on the dining table. He came back and opened the lid of the pot and filled a bowl with soup.
Fang Ying sat at the dining table, and he put the soup in front of her: "Drink it. After finishing it, I will almost finish cooking."
"What other dishes are there?" She lowered her head and smelled the soup and asked him.
Ji Huai: "Minced pork tofu, baby cabbage, Kung Pao chicken."
"It's so fishy." She looked at the bowl of soup.
"Be careful, there may be fish bones in the soup." Ji Huai warned him a few times before going back to the kitchen.
"Um."
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Ji Huai was busy in the kitchen. She looked at the bowl of soup in front of her, took a breath, took a spoonful of it, blew it to cool down, and put it in her mouth.
What is the taste? she does not know.
She couldn't stand the taste, her appetite was really bad, and she couldn't eat more than a few bites. But seeing that Ji Huai was working hard and the child needed nutrition, she forcefully stuffed it into her mouth.
He had prepared one dish after another and was bringing it out. When he saw that she had finished drinking the soup, he brought out the rice and asked her to eat first.
"I'll wait for you." She put down her spoon and sat down to wait for him without moving her chopsticks.
Ji Huai: "You eat first."
He didn't need to eat, but he couldn't tell her because he was afraid that she would be sad. Every time she noticed something different about him, tears would well up in her eyes, which made him feel like a knife.
Fang Ying put her hands on the table and propped up her chin: "I want to drink juice. After dinner, can I drink juice? You squeeze the juice for me."
Sweet and sour things, she likes them now.
The fish soup is very fishy and greasy.
Ji Huai: "Just drink a little."
She stretched out her hand and gestured to a height of about fifteen centimeters: "I drink this much, okay?"
"Too many." He gestured to five centimeters.
"A little more." She drawled coquettishly.
"Okay, add a little more." Ji Huai added 0.5 centimeters to the height.
"Isn't that the same as before?" She was so angry that she lowered her head, touched her belly with both hands, and muttered, "Daddy won't give you juice, not even one milliliter more."
Ji Huai looked at her with a smile in his eyes and did not refute.
He went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator first, took out two oranges, and set them aside to defrost. He would probably need to heat them with warm water later.
She couldn't drink anything too cold or too cold, as it would be bad for her stomach.
By the time he finished frying the last dish and brought it out, she had already served him the rice, arranged the chopsticks, and sat down opposite him obediently.
Ji Huai put down the dishes, picked up his rice bowl and sat next to her.
"Why don't you sit across from me?" She felt so conflicted, wanting him to get closer but also afraid of him getting closer.
"I won't sit down." Ji Huai said and leaned the chair towards her, raised his hand to pick up a piece of braised pork, and put it in her bowl.
He has been like this all this time. To be precise, he has been like this since she was pregnant. It was really like coaxing a child to eat.
The more you feed, the thinner you become.
Fang Ying ate the braised pork that he brought over, and also took a piece of it for him and fed it to his mouth.
Ji Huai did not refuse.
She always wanted him to eat more, but in fact he was neither hungry nor full.
"Didn't you say you wanted to eat minced meat and tofu yesterday? Eat more today." Ji Huai scooped a spoonful for her, brought another bowl over, picked out the fish meat from the fish soup, and picked at the bones.
Fang Ying looked at the fish and felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.
She used to like fish the most, but after becoming pregnant, she couldn't stand the smell. So she said: "The baby doesn't like fish."
"I won't force you, I'll take three bites at a time." He picked up the fish bone and continued.
"Three mouthfuls..."
The doorbell interrupted what Fang Ying was about to say, and she looked up in confusion.
"I'll go take a look." Ji Huai stood up first and walked towards the door.
Fang Ying also got up and walked towards the other end. Through the peephole, she saw the figures of Luo Qian and Luo Liang, and she was also stunned.
"Fang Ying, are you at home?" Luo Qian's voice still contained a suppressed cry, "I know you are at home, please open the door quickly."
"Fang Ying." Luo Liang also slapped the door.
Fang Ying was startled by his knock on the door. She put her hand on the doorknob and subconsciously looked at Ji Huai beside her.
He nodded.
"Click." She opened the door.
Luo Liang's face was hurried and he confirmed again and again: "Where is my brother? Was my brother in a car accident? Why didn't you notify us of such a big thing?"
"Is it true?" Luo Qian asked again with red eyes.
I don't know if the atmosphere was contagious, but it touched the truth that Fang Ying was unwilling to accept in her heart. Even if Ji Huai was around, her tears would fall again when she mentioned this matter.
"He...did he die? Why didn't you tell me? Do you know that my mother fainted when she heard the news? She couldn't bear this kind of blow!" Luo Qian was very emotional and lost her temper when she spoke. cried two tears.
Ji Huai had been good to her since she was a child, but now he still asked for money. She couldn't believe that a living person was just gone.
Fang Ying gasped and cried hard.
When they bought a house before, the Luo family also wanted Ji Huai to give Luo Liang money to buy a car, but they really ran out of money. The Luo family had a dispute with Ji Huai, and after a quarrel, they ignored them.
Ji Huai also wanted to save some money and give it to Luo Liang during the Chinese New Year, so as to ease the relationship.
She burst into tears: "This happened suddenly and there has been no progress yet. I was afraid that my mother wouldn't be able to bear it, so I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say."
Even she herself can't accept it now.
"Why are you crying again?" Ji Huai was beside her, put his hand on her shoulder, and helped her walk in, "Am I still there?"
Fang Ying's mood became calmer again and she followed him back.
Luo Liang and Luo Qian couldn't see Ji Huai or hear him speak at all, so they followed Fang Ying inside.
The two of them came here in a hurry just to confirm this. When Pan Hua heard it, his legs were indeed weak, and then he didn't believe it and asked them to come and take a look.
There were several plates of hot dishes on the dining table, and the presentation was exquisite, and few chopsticks had been touched.
Fang Ying wiped her tears and said to them, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Sit down and eat together."
They did not eat, but Ji Huai was already dead, and Fang Ying was actually in the mood to cook a table of food. Luo Qian immediately became furious: "You are really in the mood. My brother hasn't been buried yet, and you are so happy?"
I heard that there was a large amount of compensation, and it seems that Fang Ying wanted to keep it for himself!
"Stop talking, let's find out what's going on first." Ji Liang was not as impulsive as she was. Everyone was dead. Now it was up to Fang Ying to see what he thought.
How will the compensation be distributed
Luo Qian had always disliked her and was choked when she spoke. Fang Ying did not confront her. She went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks and put them in front of the two of them: "Your brother has just made the food. You guys have some food first."
The two of them didn't hear clearly at first, but when they came to their senses, they turned to stone. A cold air spread from the soles of their feet upwards, and there was a sudden burst of hair on their backs.
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