Ji Xing always felt that after Han Ding came back, he looked at him with a very strange look, as if he was hesitant to speak, and he didn't say anything when asked.
Song Yiyan had a terrible stomachache, and she didn't know why it hurt so much. Her head felt tight and her whole body felt exhausted. For a moment, she felt that giving birth to a baby was nothing more than this.
He had already changed out of his dirty clothes and put on clean sanitary napkins. He felt dry and comfortable, and naturally he didn't notice anything unusual about Han Ding as he leaned in Ji Xing's arms.
Ji Xing looked at the painful little woman on the bed and felt so distressed that he didn't know what to do. He got her a warm baby and let her hold it in her arms, then turned and went to the kitchen.
Soon, he came out with a bowl of brown sugar water and eggs, picked her up, put her in his arms, and fed her to drink brown sugar water.
Song Yiyan looked at the man, lying on her side on the bed. Her stomach hurt, but she was also hungry, so she weakly began to order: "Ji Xing, I want to eat pig's trotters."
Ji Xing sighed lowly, unable to hide the distress in his eyes: "Get some sleep first, and I'll call you when you're ready."
Song Yiyan nodded obediently and hummed. She couldn't sleep because of the pain, so she lay on the bed and looked at the man's busy figure. The corners of her lips unconsciously raised a sweet curve.
When there was a knock on the door, Ji Xing had just taken out the pig's trotters and was about to call the little woman to get up and eat something before going to bed.
He opened the door and saw Qiao Yuan standing at the door, saying hello politely: "Hello, aunt."
Qiao Yuan looked at the man in front of her and asked him in a low voice: "You guys haven't slept yet. Is Yanyan feeling very uncomfortable? Is she making trouble for you?"
Yanyan, a child, had suffered from uterine cold since she was a child. Every time she had her menstruation, it was excruciatingly painful. She figured it was time to have her menstruation, so she came over to take a look.
"I've fallen asleep. Auntie, please come in!" Ji Xing looked at the woman in front of him, took a step back, and let her enter the house.
In the entire Song family, the only one who truly cares about her is her aunt. They all say that mother and daughter are connected, and this is true.
"I won't go in. She won't be happy to see me." Qiao Yuan gave him the packaging bag in her hand: "This is the medicine she often drinks. After I boil it, I package it in a vacuum bag. You give her one drink at a time. Bag, three times a day, don’t heat it in a pot, just scald it in hot water.”
"Okay." Ji Xing took the things in her hands and nodded: "Auntie, please wait a moment, I will give them to you."
"No, no, no, please watch her carefully." Qiao Yuan peeked into the room and saw that her daughter was sleeping soundly. She was relieved and warned again: "She doesn't like to drink potions, it's too bad." Bitter, you watch her drink it, there’s still sugar in it.”
"Okay." After Ji Xing put the things on the table, he still caught up with her and gave her a lift. He looked at the people around him solemnly: "Don't worry, Auntie, I will take good care of her."
"Auntie knows." Qiao Yuan was very satisfied with him. The mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law, and the more she looked at him, the more satisfied she became. Not only did he look good, he was also kind to Yanyan, he had a good temperament, and he was very considerate in dealing with people.
She doesn't want her daughter to be rich or marry a good man, but she only wants her daughter not to be like her, living in the shadows and looks of others all her life.
She hopes that her daughter can marry a man who knows both coldness and hotness, and is truly good to her.
When Song Yiyan smelled the potion, her eyes suddenly darkened, she didn't say anything, she drank the potion obediently, and then asked casually: "My mother is here."
An affirmation, not a question.
Ji Xing stuffed a candy into her mouth and said, "I'm gone."
Song Yiyan groaned and leaned against him as if she was boneless. Her voice was muffled and low: "Ji Xing, I want to make money, I want to stand higher than the Song family, and I want to take her out."
She would never go back to the Song family. She wanted to stand at the top of the world and let the people of the Song family look up to her and know what it meant to be out of reach.
"Okay." Ji Xing gently stroked her long hair, feeling so distressed that she felt suffocated for a moment.
He will help her and let the Song family members bow their heads and admit their mistakes with her and regret it.
Ji Xing went out early in the morning and was about to buy groceries. When he opened the door, he saw Han Ding standing at the door, holding two large boxes in his hands, and frowned: "Brother Han, what are you doing? "
Han Ding looked at him and smiled: "Boss, you haven't woken up yet. I gave you some good things. They are all in this box. They are fresh. Help me take them in together."
Ji Xing didn't know what he was holding, so he bent down to help take everything in: "Give her something to eat?"
Han Ding approached him with an ambiguous look on his face: "I'll give you something to eat to replenish your body. I think your body bones are too weak. It's not good. You need to take some tonic."
Ji Xing felt a little scared when he saw it. When he asked him what it was, he kept it mysterious and didn't say anything. He just said it was something good for men and told him to eat it without fear. He would give it to him after he finished eating.
After Han Ding finished delivering the things, he was so busy that he used the excuse that he had something to do and ran away without even agreeing to Ji Xing's stay for breakfast.
After Ji Xing opened a box of packages, he frowned and looked at the things on the floor with a dark handsome face, and finally understood what he meant by looking at him like that.
Deer whip, bull whip, sheep whip, sheep balls, deer antlers, sea cucumbers, and a large bottle of fresh blood with deer blood written on it. They were all fresh goods. I don’t know where he got them from.
Did the co-author think that he was not good enough and sent these things to him to make up for it
He really thanked him!
The things Han Ding had worked so hard to send were truly his heartfelt gifts, so Ji Xing didn't throw them away, thinking that when he came next time, he would take them back to nourish himself.
After Song Yiyan's aunt came, she felt as if she had lost half of her life.
"I'll be back at noon to cook for you. If you feel uncomfortable, just call me, okay?" Ji Xing squatted on the ground and looked at the little woman sleeping dazedly on the bed.
"Yes." Song Yiyan responded half asleep, stretched out her hand to hook his neck, and kissed him: "I want to eat lobster for lunch."
Ji Xing: "Lobster is cold and can't be eaten. Can I make sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed fish for you?"
Song Yiyan thought for a moment, squinted her eyes and said softly: "Then after my aunt leaves, I want to eat lobster."
Ji Xing smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Ji Xing went to work, and Song Yiyan continued to sleep. She was so uncomfortable that she didn't know whether it was day or night. She fell asleep in a daze. When she heard movement at the window, she opened her eyes and saw a little fox rolling in through the window.
The little fox was covered in injuries, and he didn’t know where they were. He was in a terrible mess, and his outer clothes were soaked with blood. When he fell to the ground, he tried to stand up, but he couldn’t stand up after trying several times. stand up.
(End of chapter)