The husband is the hunter

Chapter 227

Fang Lin smiled wryly, why didn't she know, Chen Langzhong's words were still in her ears, this was her and Duan Nanshan's first child, of course she hoped to give birth to him smoothly, "Sister-in-law." Fang Lin called out, "You're right, I do have to eat something, but I don't have the strength right now, so I'll trouble you."

Wu Chunmei saw that she had listened to her own words, and said with a smile on her face, "Sure, just wait, sister-in-law will get you something to eat."

Although she had no appetite, Fang Lin swallowed the food bit by bit, suppressing the discomfort.

Wu Chunmei knew that Duan Nanshan was not at home, so she often brought the fresh vegetables she bought at the foot of the mountain to see her. Fang Lin persuaded her several times not to come. Wu Chunmei didn't listen at all, and came back every now and then. With her company, the depression in Fang Lin's heart gradually dissipated, and the smiles on her face increased.

But today is the Laba Festival. Wu Chunmei bought the ingredients for Laba porridge yesterday and sent it over. She also apologized and said that she could not accompany her for the festival. She originally wanted to invite Fang Lin to their house, but it just snowed and the mountain road was not good. Let's go, it will be bad if there is a mistake, so I can only leave Fang Lin alone at home for the holidays.

Even if she was alone, but before the end of the new year, she didn't want the house to be deserted, so she cheered up and cleaned the house, cooked Laba porridge, and even washed the dirty clothes accumulated in the past few days.

The room was filled with a sweet smell. Fang Lin cut the sweet potatoes into small pieces and threw them into the pot. After a while, they boiled. I am used to cooking for myself, but suddenly I am left alone, and I am not sure how much rice to put or how much water to pour.

After eating, Fang Lin washed the dishes, found a basin and put out the rest of the rice, planning to continue eating when it was hot tomorrow.

After finishing all this work, she yawned and felt a little sleepy again. She couldn't help but sighed. She never thought that one day she would become so lazy. Cooking, eating, but unwilling to wash the dishes, piled up dirty clothes, and not in the mood to clean up the ashes at home.

She rubbed her sore waist, and then moved her hand to her relatively flat belly, "Baby, I don't know when your father will come back. If he knows that he has you, he might be so happy. "

Fang Lin got on the kang and leaned half against the wall. The kang was burning all day long. Duan Nanshan chopped a lot of firewood before he left.She pulled a corner of the quilt to cover herself, the warm sensation made the drowsiness more intense, her eyelids blinked slower and slower, and finally closed slowly.

(End of this chapter)