My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 53 A woman who is good at bearing children?

An hour later, downstairs in the residential building.

A crowd of neighbors, three or four deep, gathered to watch the spectacle, pointing and whispering about the thin man who had just been escorted out of the building by the police.

The matter is not complicated. A habitual criminal who has committed theft and robbery has just been released after serving 30 years in prison and is itching to go back to his old ways.

Perhaps because he had lived a peaceful life for too long, he had little courage left to hurt others. His first reaction was simply to tie Song Jia up tightly with a rope, and then continue rummaging through the drawers.

If Lu Yuan hadn't heard the commotion on the phone and called the police, he probably would have already run away with his valuables.

Upstairs in the room, Song Jia sat on the sofa, her face pale, giving a statement to the police with lingering fear.

But the most nervous one was Chen Xiaomiao, who was standing to the side.

Lu Yuan often threatened her with words like "If you don't behave, I'll call the police to arrest you," but today was the first time he had seen someone in uniform actually doing it. Her legs were trembling and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Perhaps her appearance was too conspicuous, because the police officer in charge of taking notes turned around and asked with concern, "Young lady, are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Xiaomiao froze, her mouth agape for a long time, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"Officer, she's alright."

Lu Yuan stood in front of Chen Xiaomiao without making a sound and explained for her, "My friend is timid. She was probably scared by that thief just now."

The police officers didn't think much of it. They comforted Song Jia for a few moments, told her to be careful, and to contact them if anything happened, before leaving the station.

Only when the door closed did Song Jia let out a long sigh of relief, like a deflated balloon.

Before she could even finish her sentence, she suddenly jumped up from the sofa and started cursing, "What's wrong with this property management company! They collect so much property management fee every year, are they just feeding it to dogs? They let this kind of person in like that! No way, I'm going to sue them!"

After she finished scolding him, she turned around and saw Lu Yuan looking calm. She belatedly thanked him, "Lu Yuan, thank you so much for tonight."

She didn't even want to think about how things would have turned out without Lu Yuan's phone call.

At this point, Song Jia suddenly realized, "By the way, what did you call me about?"

"Oh it's all right."

Lu Yuan remained calm and casually made up a story: "I just wanted to ask if you left something at home with me."

At this moment, Song Jia's mind was filled with thoughts of how to argue with the property management. She gave a perfunctory reply and turned to go back to her bedroom to pack her things.

A short while later, she came out dragging a suitcase that was half her height.

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Where are you going?"

"Let's go stay in a hotel for a few days." Song Jia looked annoyed. "It's almost giving me a psychological trauma. I don't want to stay at home until my parents come back."

The three of them left the residential area together and parted ways on the roadside.

Chen Xiaomiao followed beside Lu Yuan, tugged at his sleeve, and whispered, "Lu Yuan, I still see that look of financial loss on Sister Song Jia's face."

Lu Yuan was taken aback by what he heard, and then suddenly heard Song Jia exclaim from behind him.

"Holy crap! A standard hotel room costs me 588 yuan during the National Day holiday? Are you kidding me?!"

……

The next day.

Lu Yuan slept until nearly noon, when he was awakened by a series of clanging and banging sounds coming from the kitchen.

He rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom, where he saw a familiar figure wearing an apron, busily working in the kitchen.

Even when she's sick, Chen Xiaomiao still can't stay idle...

She categorized the leftover takeout dishes from yesterday, clearly organizing those that could be reheated and those that could be used to make porridge.

As for the "shocking" stir-fried meat that Song Jia left behind, it was mercilessly poured into the idiot's rice bowl.

The stupid dog sniffed it, scratched at it a couple of times in disgust, and then turned and walked away.

"You're awake?"

Chen Xiaomiao turned around and pointed to the dining table: "There's some porridge warming on the table. I stir-fried the shrimp and leftover rice. Wait a minute."

Lu Yuan sat down at the dining table, picked up his bowl, and drank some warm porridge. His stomach immediately felt much better.

Chen Xiaomiao then pushed a plate of golden and fragrant shrimp fried rice in front of him. The rice was leftovers from last night, and the shrimp were picked out from the takeout. It was topped with finely chopped scallions, making it look incredibly appetizing.

"You're not getting up for breakfast again, hurry up and grab something to eat."

Lu Yuan picked up a mouthful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth. Chen Xiaomiao's cooking skills were indeed undeniable.

As he ate, he glanced up at Chen Xiaomiao. She looked much better than yesterday, but she was still thin, with hardly any flesh on her cheeks.

"Xiao Miao, how come you never gain weight?"

Chen Xiaomiao stopped eating and looked up, her eyes filled with confusion.

"I...I eat quite a lot." "You do eat a lot, but you can't gain weight just by eating...Look at your little face, and your arms and legs, I'm afraid the wind will blow you away."

Lu Yuan's concern was genuine.

Chen Xiaomiao had severely depleted her health while fleeing the famine. She had been well-nourished and fed for over a month, and although she was in good spirits, she hadn't gained any weight. Lu Yuan was worried that she might have developed some kind of stomach problem.

But when Chen Xiaomiao heard these words, they took on a different meaning.

Is Lu Yuan complaining that she's too thin?

In their time, when people in the countryside got married, they all wanted a woman with a big bottom who could bear children.

Her skinny, wiry frame, like a stick of firewood, clearly indicated that she was not good at conceiving.

Lu Yuan has lived under the same roof with her for so long, but he has never touched her. Is it because he dislikes her?

Chen Xiaomiao felt a sudden pang in her heart, as if something was blocking her throat, making her feel suffocated.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions within them, and let out a soft "oh" before speeding up her eating.

Chen Xiaomiao quickly finished her bowl of rice, put down her chopsticks, and stood up.

"Um... Sister Song Jia asked me to go out this afternoon."

"Go ahead," Lu Yuan replied vaguely. "Go if you want, no need to report to me."

"I'll be back soon..."

Following the address sent by Song Jia, Chen Xiaomiao took the subway to a hotel in the city center.

The gym is located on the third floor of the hotel.

Pushing open the heavy glass door, you'll find strangely shaped iron lumps everywhere, emitting wheezing and clanging sounds.

Men and women were all wearing tight-fitting short-sleeved shirts and shorts. Some were pushing and pulling on a strange-looking iron frame, while others were running on a row of rapidly rotating "log bridges" covered in sweat.

What... what are they doing?

Collective punishment?

Chen Xiaomiao huddled by the door, peered for a long time, and finally found Song Jia on a "single-plank bridge".

"Xiao Miao, over here!" Song Jia waved, panting. "Wait for me a moment, I'm going to change my clothes."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded and found a corner where she wouldn't get in the way to stand.

While waiting, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman wearing pink leggings not far away out of the corner of her eye.

The woman was facing away from her, lying on a slanted bench, holding two iron lumps in her hands, slowly raising and lowering them.

Chen Xiaomiao's eyes widened in disbelief!

The woman looked slender, and her frame wasn't much bigger than hers, but her figure... her buttocks... how could they be so perky?
It's like the costumes worn by female characters on the opera stage, stuffed with cotton.

Just as she was engrossed in watching, Song Jia, who had changed into a dry set of clothes, came over. Following her gaze, she pouted and said, "What are you looking at? Your eyes are practically popping out of your head."

Chen Xiaomiao snapped out of her daze, feeling a little embarrassed, and asked indirectly, "Sister Song Jia, look at that woman... how come she looks like that?"

"Hey, you mean her breasts? They're obviously fake."

"fake?"

"It's just stuffing two lumps of silicone inside to make it look bigger."

When Chen Xiaomiao thought of the woman upstairs who had undergone cosmetic surgery, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly suppressed any inappropriate thoughts that might arise.

"But..."

Song Jia changed the subject, stroking her chin as she commented, "Although her breasts are fake, her buttocks are the result of hard work and dedication."

Chen Xiaomiao was shocked again!

She subconsciously glanced at her unremarkable front and then turned to look at her empty back.

"Is practicing the same as training in martial arts?"

"It's roughly the same idea."

Chen Xiaomiao remained silent for a long time...

She raised her head, her gaze falling on Song Jia, her eyes filled with an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity.

"Sister Song Jia."

"Ok?"

"I want to practice!"

(End of this chapter)