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Chapter 497 Eyes Are a Little Dark
Wen Shi’s voice was hypnotic, and Yi Chichi fell asleep while listening.

The baby moved a few times after he finished reading, and then calmed down.

I didn't have leg cramps in the middle of the night, but I had to pee urgently, so I got up several times.

The result of getting up too often was that she didn't sleep well. When Wen Shi woke up, she also sat up from the bed.

Wen Shi was startled, "Did I wake you up?"

"No."

She shook her head, got out of bed and stretched her body before she began to straighten the collar of his clothes. "Should we go directly to the port or show up at work first?"

"To the port."

"You're not going to eat breakfast either?"

"I'll take some food for the journey and catch the first ferry."

Yi Chichi looked at the time and found that there were about forty minutes left before the first ferry departed.

It seems ample, but it is actually not that affluent.

There is no other reason. The civilian port where the ferry docks is a bit far from the family area.

It would take about twenty minutes to get there on foot, even if you were fast.

Thinking of this, she said, "Let mom take you there."

No room for argument, firm tone.

When smelling, "..."

That's fine. Whatever my wife says is what it goes.

So, after washing up, he rode his 28-bar bicycle and took Wen's mother away.

About twenty minutes later, Wen's mother came back on her bicycle with breakfast.

"Chichi, come and have breakfast. Today we have pork liver porridge and big steamed buns."

The pork liver porridge was not processed properly, the blood was not soaked out, the taste was a bit pungent, it was very old, and the taste was not very good.

The big steamed bun is a two-in-one steamed bun made of corn flour and white flour. It is big in size but has a bit rough texture.

Because cornmeal was ground too coarsely, not as finely as it was in later generations.

After taking a bite, my throat felt blocked and uncomfortable.

She didn't complain, but ate seriously.

But Wen's mother saw that she was having difficulty eating, so she sighed and took away the porridge in front of her and the steamed bun in her hand.

"If you can't eat, don't eat. Mom will make it for you."

"Don't bother. I can eat."

"I can't bear to let you eat it."

It is painful for a woman to be pregnant. She has experienced it and can understand it.

She can't help with her physical discomfort, but she can ensure that her daughter-in-law has good food and clothing.

"Just tell mom what you want to eat. It's not hard to make it."

Anyway, the stove at home is never turned off, and there is hot water in the pot, so it is quick to knead dough, make pasta, or cook anything else.

Yi Chichi was silent for a moment, but seeing that his mother insisted, he stopped making things difficult for himself, "I want to eat mixed noodles."

"Noodles with scallion oil?"

"Ah."

She nodded, and suddenly felt like eating something spicy, so she added, "I want it spicy."

"Okay, Mom will do it for you."

"Mom, you have one too."

Mother Wen's eyes fell on the table, "I'll just eat this."

Worried that she wouldn’t agree, she said, “Food can’t be wasted.”

Yi Chichi was reluctant to compromise, but insisted that Wen's mother finish her breakfast before making her scallion oil noodles.

Wen's mother agreed, and half an hour later, she ate the scallion oil noodles with oil and chili peppers.

Ji Jian worked the night shift and didn't get home until around nine in the morning. At that time, Yi Chichi was walking in circles in the yard to exercise.

Seeing her coming back with panda eyes, Yi Chichi called her sister-in-law. Ji Jian said "eh", walked in with a piece of cloth, and yawned, "Chichi, can you do me a favor?"

Yi Chichi didn't rush to agree, but asked her what she could do for him. Ji Jian tugged at her work clothes that were washed white and patched several times, and said a little embarrassedly, "I need to change my work clothes, can you help me cut them?"

"sure."

It’s not a big deal, and since he has nothing to do, Yi Chichi is happy to help her.

After all, Ji Jian treated her very well, whether before or after she joined the army.

However, "I can only help with the cutting. You need to do the sewing yourself. I can't sit still for too long right now."

"it is good."

She was thankful that he could help with the cutting, and she didn't expect Yi Chichi to do both the cutting and the making.

"Your house or mine?"

Ji Jian’s answer was that it was all fine, and everything depended on her convenience.

Yi Chichi said "oh" and turned to walk into the house, "Then I'll cut it here."

Mother Wen, who was cutting diapers with scissors in the room, cleaned up the table and took out her clothing tools before looking at Ji Jian's panda eyes. "Little Ji, your eyes are a little dark."

Ji Jian reached out and touched his eyes and laughed.

"I haven't slept for two days and two nights, so it must be dark."

Yi Chichi, "??? You worked two night shifts and two day shifts in a row?"

The seafood product factory where Ji Jian works has three shifts, with one day off a week. Under normal circumstances, the shifts are staggered, and only when they work consecutive shifts will they not sleep for two days and two nights.

She hummed, "My colleague who was on the wrong shift with me had some problems at home, so he switched shifts with us."

As she spoke, she followed Yi Chichi's instructions and placed the cloth tucked under her armpits on the table, unfolding it and flattening it to make it easier for her to draw the lines.

Wen's mother asked with concern, "Has your colleague's problem been resolved? Is he going to switch shifts with you?!"

If I continue like this, not only will I not be able to take care of my family, my body won’t be able to take it.

"Solved. Today and tomorrow I just need to work the middle shift tomorrow."

That's okay.

Yi Chi Chi finally let go of the worry in her heart and started to draw lines with the drawing powder. Ji Jian watched her without blinking, wondering why her hands were so steady.

Every time the paint was applied, the lines drawn were perfect, unlike hers which were so crooked that they looked like earthworms.

As she watched, she couldn't help but sigh, "If I could learn this skill, I would quit my job and directly file a report to open a small sewing shop next to the service center."

This idea is good, and Wen's mother was tempted.

She was surprised and asked, "Can it be done this way?"

Yi Chichi knew what she was thinking as soon as she heard it, and decisively dispelled her idea, "No matter if it's possible or not, don't even think about it."

"What?"

Why else? Of course, it's because opening this small shop has been a thankless job and doesn't make much money.

But this cannot be said directly.

"I'm about to give birth, and you're going to open a small shop. Who will take care of the baby?"

This is also true.

Compared with running a small shop and having a granddaughter, the granddaughter is naturally more important.

Wen's mother's restless heart instantly calmed down, and she even gave Ji Jian some advice, "Chi Chi is painting, you can learn from her, and you can open it when you learn it."

Ji Jian smiled bitterly, "Aunt, do you think we haven't learned from her? We have learned before, but this is why we can't learn it."

People are different, and talent is something that makes no sense at all.

If there is, there is, if there is not, there is not.

Yi Chichi can do very simple tasks, such as splitting threads, embroidery, cutting, making clothes and drawing designs, all of which are easy for her to do.

But the way they did it was as if their hands were disabled.

Don’t even mention that Yi Chichi, their teacher, despises them for their clumsy hands; they themselves despise them too.

However, "we can make shoes and do rattan weaving and leaf weaving, but she can't."

Yi Chichi, whose hands kept moving, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What's the point of comparing this? Every ruler has its own strengths and weaknesses. There are so many things I don't know."

This is the truth.

Ji Jian agreed with this. "No matter what you do, you need some talent. For example, my son Li is a master in political work, but he can't teach children."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law both recalled the lively scene at the beginning of the school year when the couple took care of their child's study and homework and helped the child to play mixed men's and women's doubles.