Chapter 75 (1/2)
Late at night, all sounds are quiet.
There was a low exclamation.
”Husband, husband!”
Zhu Wuyang suddenly opened his eyes, got up in a hurry, touched his wife's face full of cold sweat, and nervously said, ”what's the matter? madam? What's the trouble? ”
”Small, calf cramps.”
Take a breath of cold air.
He bit her arm.
It was covered with tooth marks, which did not fade for several days.
Zhu Wuyang has long been used to this little ancestor's biting habit during her pregnancy. On one hand, she handed her hand over so that she could bite more tightly. The other hand was to explore the crus of her leg and knead it skillfully.
Under the man's massage, Lin Lang gradually fell asleep again.
Zhu Wuyang saw that her face was no longer so uncomfortable. He got up to get a basin of warm water, carefully wiped her face, hands and feet, and explored the forehead temperature of the other party. Then he put down his heart, poured the water, and planned to continue to sleep.
He had just been squinting for a while, and then he woke up with a start.
”What's the matter? Madame
He quickly opened the quilt and went to see her.
”My husband, I'm hot and I feel sick.” Lin Lang said.
Zhu Wuyang said nothing, took a PU fan, guard in her side, gently fan.
People fell asleep for a long time, but the city Lord couldn't bear it. He just fell asleep by the bed. His eyes just closed, and his shoulder was pushed several times.
”Husband, don't sleep. I'm hungry. Cook noodles for me!”
Well, the little ancestor began to mess with him again.
May wish Wu Yang actually have a kind of natural feeling.
”Well, you wait. I'll go now for my husband.”
The first thing the man opened his eyes was to cover her quilt and rush to the kitchen.
It's midnight. An old woman is still in the kitchen, simmering a small pot of bone soup. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turns to look at it, and her face is smiling. ”What would you like to eat today, madam?”
”Eat noodles.” He said simply.
The master of the well has just scooped up the iron pot again, and he has just finished cleaning the iron pot.
Chop wood, add fire, under, put eggs, seasoning, bowl.
It's done.
”Goo Goo --”
What's calling?
Chicken?
The Lord glanced at the kitchen with a frown.
Last month, Lin Lang was accidentally pecked by the chicken's beak, and the back of his hand was bruised and purple. The man was so distressed that he immediately ran to the kitchen to kill all that could be slaughtered to vent his anger.
Although after that, he also got the title of a chicken killer
”Goo Goo --”
still calling?
This chicken is a bit arrogant. Believe it or not, there are 100 ways to make it die tragically?
Don't think his title of ”chicken killing maniac” is in vain.
The man narrowed his eyes in danger and wanted to give it some color to see --
”Lord, your belly is crying
The old lady is very honest.
“……”
He felt his shrunken stomach.
I'm so hungry.
Today, Lin Lang vomited very badly. In order to coax the little ancestor, he tried his best to find out whether he had eaten or not.
”Here comes the noodles, madam. Eat them while they are hot.”
He handed her the washed and dried chopsticks.
”Egg noodles again.”
Lin Lang looks disgusted.
Zhu Wuyang: ”I wish you a lot
Can you blame him?
The little patriarch said that he would let the unborn child taste his father's craft. Maybe when he was happy, he would not disturb her.
The Lord of the city foolishly believed in this evil and practiced cooking every day. Unfortunately, he was not born with this material. After eight months of tossing, he was still a rookie. He only knew how to cook noodles and how to make egg noodles.
Lin Lang took a few bites.
The other party's eyes are still burning at her The face of.
”Hungry?” Lin Lang picks eyebrows.
”I'm not hungry. Eat it.” The Lord of the city immediately withdrew his eyes and made a calm look like a mountain.
”Gu Gu Gu --”
the stomach rings out of time again.
“……”
”Forget it, this bowl of noodles will reward you.” Lin Lang pushed it with a smile.
He was stunned and refused.
”Even if I starve to death, I will not snatch food from my children.”
Lin Lang glanced at him, ”how can you talk? You should live a long life. Watching our child born, don't talk about death all day long. It's really unlucky.”
The Lord of the city quickly took charge of his mouth, ”yes, yes, his wife is right. It's not good for her husband.”
”Well, eat it, your son said. He is not hungry. He is afraid of starving his father.” Lin Lang touched his stubble chin, full of heartache, ”are you tired these days?”With a few words of comfort, it was worth it.
Zhu Wuyang shook his head, ”I'm not tired.”
His wife gave birth to his offspring. He could not eat well and sleep poorly. How could he say that he was tired after suffering so much?
Lin Lang urged him to eat noodles quickly.
Before a bowl of noodles was finished, his wife suddenly grabbed his hand and put it on his stomach.
The LORD looked at her with doubts.
The palm was suddenly shaken.