80s: Little Sweet Wife

The life of raising a fetus continued happily and happily. Meimei's belly was like blowing a balloon. It was the same every day, but she herself didn't grow much meat, and all the nutrition she ate was on her stomach.

Yan Mingshun is now on a semi-vacation state. He spends half a day on business every day, and spends the rest of the time at home with Meimei, busy in circles.

Because Meimei, who used to be cute and cute in the past, has become difficult to serve now. The taste is the same every day.

"Brother, I want to eat dumplings, stuffed with celery and pork, steamed and dipped in chili sauce, don't put vinegar."

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Meimei pushed Yan Mingshun awake energetically and made a series of requests.

Yan Mingshun looked sleepily at the clock on the wall, the hands and the hour hand both stopped above twelve, half of his sleepiness dissipated, and looked at his eyebrows in disbelief, "Didn't you ever eat supper before you were killed? "

Just because Meimei said that he would never eat at 8 o'clock in the evening, he could only hide and eat if he wanted to eat a late-night snack.

Because that will arouse someone's greed and affect her weight loss career.

If you break the rules, you can only sleep on the floor alone at night.

But what does it mean to eat celery and pork dumplings at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?

Meimei pouted in dissatisfaction, "It's not that I want to eat, it's the one in my stomach that wants to eat, my heart, liver and lungs are going to be hungry, hurry up..."

"Okay okay... I'll go to the kitchen to steam it now. How many do you want to eat?"

Yan Mingshun had to get out of bed. There should be celery and pork stuffing in the refrigerator, and steamed dumplings can be done quickly, but the problem is that if pregnant women are so talkative, they are not called pregnant women.

"I don't want to eat Aunt Fang's dumplings, I want to eat dumplings from Aunt Wang's house. The dumplings in that shop are super delicious, especially the chili sauce from her family. You can get some more later, and I will eat them on the cakes tomorrow morning. ."

Meimei disliked the 100 dumplings made by Aunt Fang, and now she wanted to eat the northeastern dumplings from Aunt Wang's house, as well as his chili sauce.

Yan Mingshun looked confused, "Who is Aunt Wang? Where does she live?"

"Aunt Wang is not Aunt Wang, but the name of the shop. It's called Aunt Wang Dongbei Dumplings. The owner is a married couple. It's definitely not closed yet, so hurry up!"

Yan Mingshun became more and more confused, but his wife was dying, so he had to execute it.

"Where is this shop?" Yan Mingshun asked again, and he didn't even know where the Aunt Wang dumpling shop was, how long and how much latitude...

"It's just on the East Street. This shop is very famous. You'll know as soon as you go and find out. Hurry up and hurry up... If you don't go, it will definitely be closed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Meimei kept urging her, she was so hungry scratched the liver.

I want a bite of Auntie Wang's dumplings now.

It was already late autumn, and the autumn wind in Kyoto was like a knife, not much warmer than the twelfth lunar day. Yan Mingshun was fully armed, with his coat, hat and gloves on. The movement alarmed Uncle Lao and his wife.

"I'll go buy it, I know where Aunt Wang's dumplings are." Uncle Lao was about to go out.

"No, you go to bed, I'm all dressed, and I can drive back soon."

In the cold weather, Yan Mingshun was embarrassed to let his subordinates go out for private affairs, and it was his wife who wanted to eat dumplings, not Uncle Lao's wife.

Meimei shouted in the room: "Uncle Lao, don't go, just let Brother Mingshun go, I just want to eat what he bought..."

Yan Mingshun threw his hands to Uncle Lao helplessly, sighed and went out, now the pregnant woman is the biggest! ()

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