The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 1232 Weaning
Tang Xin silently glanced at the two feeding bottles held by He Yan's mother, suppressing the pain in her eyes.

She is not a good mother.

He Yan's mother took in Tang Xin's eyes and sighed silently.

Now is the best time to wean both babies.

Even if Tang Xin didn't tell her, she knew that something happened to Tang Xin's natal family. Even if Tang Xin didn't follow her to visit this month, she still had to go there later.

And in that dangerous situation, it is not suitable for two children to go, it is too dangerous.

Furthermore, it is normal for a child to not have enough milk for seven or eight months. After all, her family is twins. No matter how basic rice grains cannot be eaten, she is too old.

Two children, no matter how they are divided, there is not enough milk.

She had said this to Tang Xin before, but she got into a dead end and always thought it was because she didn't often breastfeed her child at home.

After Tang Xin cooked the pear soup, she put it into a bowl and took it to the next door.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

As soon as she entered the door, Tang Xin saw Tang Yi sitting on the sofa talking to Yun Qin and Tang Qishu.

Tang Yi's face was paler than when he just came here, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he looked more energetic than in the morning.

"I don't think I'm sleepy at all after taking a shower, but I feel more refreshed."

Tang Yi raised his eyes, met Tang Xin who was changing shoes, and said with a smile.

When she saw the cup in her hand, her eyes lit up: "My mother said you made pear soup for me, is this the one?"

His voice was not as hoarse as before, but it could be heard that it was very dry and slightly hoarse.

Tang Yi got up and came to Tang Xin, took the cup in his hand, then turned his head and returned to the sofa, took a mouthful from the spoon in the cup, blew on it, and took a sip from his lips.

The refreshing and slightly sweet taste of pear gradually spread in Tang Yi's mouth. When he swallowed it, his dry and itchy throat seemed to be soothed by something, which made him feel much more comfortable.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he said to Tang Xin, "It's delicious!"

"Then drink more."

When Tang Xin was making it, he added a little throat-moistening Chinese medicine, not much, just balanced by the sweetness of Sydney.

Because the pear soup was just out of the pot, it was a little hot, so Tang Yi drank it very slowly.

After Tang Xin took off her shoes, she walked up to Tang Yi and stroked his hair, then pulled off his shirt to look at the skin on his back, pulled his left hand to feel the pulse, and then exhaled: "It seems that my massage has some effect on you."

"really?"

Yun Qin, who was sitting by the side, felt her heart in her throat when Tang Xin felt Tang Yi's pulse.

Seeing some relaxed smiles appearing on Tang Xin's face, she let go of her heart a little.

Unexpectedly, Tang Xin would say that there were signs of improvement, which was simply a surprise.

"If it doesn't work, I will wrong my sister for working so hard just now."

Tang Yi looked at Tang Xin, his black pupils did not feel the joy of getting better because of her massage, but the distress for Tang Xin.

A look of surprise flashed across Tang Xin's eyes.

I didn't expect Tang Yi to say that.

"After so many years of treatment, I have already seen it, but you, why do you seem to be more tired than me when you treat me?"

Tang Yi said, and took another sip of pear soup: "This soup is delicious, from now on, my sister will cook some for me every day."

As he said that, there was still a pitiful look in his eyes, which made Tang Xin couldn't help but laugh.

"My massage is different from other people's, but it's good to have an effect."

(End of this chapter)