About the fact that my opening elf is Little Nebula

The temperature in Hong Kong and Guangdong is relatively high, so eggs are not stored regularly.

Although there is a refrigerator to keep it cold, it is not good to keep it for a long time.

As a result, Lu Qingqing dropped the one hundred free-range eggs sent by Ning Anping within a week.

Boil eggs, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, steamed eggs, beat two poached eggs in chicken noodle soup, occasionally make egg tarts and egg waffles, or make tiger eggs to share with your parents-in-law and husband.

When she finally remembered to ask the kitchen to leave some eggs for Fu Yisheng to make a birthday cake, not a single egg was left.

"Eating so fast?" she exclaimed.

Qin Wanyang couldn't laugh or cry: "It's just a hundred eggs for four people to eat. Do you think you can eat them forever? Our family is not short of eggs. Let the pastry chef make Yisheng's birthday cake. You are about to give birth, so don't be too tired from work. It’s burning.”

Today is No. 17, and tomorrow is Fu Yisheng’s birthday.

So fast, before I knew it, a week had passed since Ning'an Ping delivered the birth-inducing candy.

Lu Qingqing lowered her head, but she couldn't see her feet because of her belly.

She is not fat, her arm and leg circumferences are the same as before marriage, and all the weight she gained is on her belly. ?

"It's finally time to unload the goods!" Congratulations.

"Yes, I'm about to give birth. I've worked really hard on you in the past ten months, Qingqing." Qin Wanyang, as a person who has been through this, certainly knows what kind of pressure pregnancy requires. She stretched out her hand to touch Lu Qingqing's belly, and was beaten hard by her grandson or granddaughter. He kicked her hard and hard. Not only did she not feel angry, but she laughed so hard that she couldn't even see her teeth.

Lu Qingqing ouched, but smiled and said: "Mom, look at what you said, I gave birth to her voluntarily, and I am very happy with it!"

The child was the fruit of her love with Fu Yisheng, and there was no question of who she would give birth to. Therefore, she happily accepted all the things the child brought, and she also understood the pain of giving birth to a mother.

After hearing this, Qin Wanyang liked Lu Qingqing even more.

To be honest, she despises women who regard themselves as fertility machines, and does not agree with the remarks of some pregnant mothers who say that they give birth to children for their husbands and to give birth to children for their in-laws. Isn’t the child your own after birth?

Of course, when it comes to childbirth, the father will never understand the pain of the mother's ten-month pregnancy and the pain of childbirth.

Qin Wanyang never denied this from beginning to end.

"Qingqing, is Yisheng getting off work soon? Let him work at home in the next few days and wait with you until you give birth. Don't let him be away when you give birth." Qin Wanyang made a decision for her son without any explanation.

There is endless money to be made, and it is more important for a wife to have children.

Lu Qingqing looked at her watch and said, "It's past five o'clock now. We'll be back soon."

As the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law expected, there were still 10 minutes until get off work, so Fu Yisheng started to pack up his desk and prepare to go home.

Recently, he has canceled all his schedules and assigned most of his work to his subordinates. He commutes to and from get off work on time every day and spends time with his wife at home. He is honored to be recognized by the media as one of the most considerate men in Hong Kong who loves his wife and his family.

Lu Qingqing said before he went to work that she wanted to eat roast goose from a barbecue shop on the street, and he promised to take it back after get off work.

Fu Yisheng called Secretary Jin to order one and pick it up later.

Just as he hung up the phone, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. He thought it was an assistant or secretary, so he said casually: "Come in."

Xu Yuanyuan walked in carefully with coffee and put it on the table.

Her makeup was decent, her manner was gentle, her watery eyes were full of admiration and charm, and she made no secret of her desire for Fu Yisheng, and her voice was even sweeter: "Fu Sheng."