My newlywed husband is infertile, but I’m pregnant

He bowed his head.

Thin lips landed on her eyes slowly and softly.

tip of the nose.

Finally stopped at red lips.

softly.

slowly.

His breathing was long and almost invisible.

Qiao Xi closed her eyes and raised her head to meet him.

Lingering and pathos, confused and obsessed.

"Master, Madam. The supper is ready, can I bring it in?" Aunt Qian said loudly at the door of the room. She was also afraid of running into something she shouldn't.

The small villa was deserted. Apart from preparing meals and cleaning the house, she rarely disturbed the couple's time together.

She just hoped that they could give birth to a baby for her soon. She didn't have much family, so she planned to live in the Huo family for the rest of her life.

Qiao Xi immediately alerted, pushed Huo Xingzhou and said, "Aunt Qian is here, get up quickly."

Huo Xingzhou stood up.

Qiao Xi looked at his lips and quickly wiped them with her hands.

"It's all lipstick." She touched it hard a few times.

The normally serious and indifferent man looked a little more coquettish when he was touched by her lipstick.

It's killing me!

Huo Xingzhou stretched out his hand and gently wiped his thin lips, with a faint blush on his fingertips, "Is there any more?"

"Gone."

Qiao Xi arranged her clothes and sat apart from Huo Xingzhou. Aunt Qian gave enough time and waited for two or three minutes before slowly walking in.

Her eyes were like searchlights, glancing at Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou.

One face is like a peach blossom, and the other is a melting iceberg.

There was a missing bow tie on the floor, and the zipper of the young lady's dress had not been fully zipped.

Aunt Qian laughed and put the tray on the coffee table: "Young Madam, today is your birthday. I didn't prepare anything else. I thought that most people would eat this, so I made you a bowl."

It's longevity noodles and a poached egg.

It is rubbed with green chopped green onion and has a faint fragrance.

Qiao Xi's eyes suddenly became watery.

This is how grandma celebrated her birthday when she was still alive. Poached eggs should be fried until the edges are burnt, not boiled. Longevity noodles are thin and long, handmade noodles made in Moon Village, not the kind sold everywhere in supermarkets.

The oil used is tea oil that is commonly available in people’s homes in the mountains.

Very fragrant and mellow.

Instead of the commonly used olive oil on the market, various pressed blended oils are used.

The same.

Qiao Xi's eyes turned red.

"Young madam, please try it and see if it tastes like that." Aunt Qian said softly, "I'm afraid I'm not good enough."

She handed the chopsticks to Qiao Xi, "Have a taste."

Qiao Xi took the chopsticks, picked out a small piece of noodles and tasted it. It was the taste in her memory. She took a bite of the poached egg. It was burnt and crispy, but still a little runny in the middle.

When grandma makes fried eggs, she always likes them to be a little bit bitter.

But Qiao Xi couldn't control this kind of heat. She didn't know how to make the edges crispy but still have a dark yellow runny center. The poached eggs are soaked in a little noodle soup and taste good.

Qiao Xi's tears fell instantly.

Exactly the same.

She took several bites in a row.

There is always an illusion that grandma is still in the village and has never left. As long as she didn't think about the fire that night, she could keep fooling herself.

Just like before, she went out to study and came home every winter and summer vacation.

Grandma always picks her up at the entrance of the village.

The thin and hunched figure became clearer and clearer in his sight.

Qiao Xi's throat was sore and she struggled to swallow the noodles in her mouth.

She sniffed, took out a tissue to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked up at Aunt Qian with tears in her eyes: "Aunt Qian, this noodle is the same as grandma's."

She never expected to be able to eat a bowl of longevity noodles for her birthday this year, the same noodles that her grandma had made for more than [-] years.

Aunt Qian let out an ouch and quickly wiped her tears with a tissue: "Don't cry, young madam. Why are you so nostalgic? This is what the young master ordered. He said he wanted to make such a bowl of noodles, and he specifically told me What kind of oil to put in, what kind of flour to use.”

Qiao Xi's eyes were sore again.

She looked at Huo Xingzhou aggrievedly and quickly wiped away her tears, feeling a little sad and touched.

Huo Xingzhou said softly: "When grandma was alive, she told me that you would always cook a bowl of longevity noodles on your birthday. She said that you were not picky about food, but you always liked to put tea oil in thin noodles, and you liked to eat noodles with burnt edges and runny texture. Heart-shaped omelette... She said that if one day she is gone, I hope you can also have a bowl of longevity noodles on your birthday."

The little old lady's health was not good, and she knew very well that she would not live for a few years.

She wanted to spend one more day with Qiao Xi, but no one expected that the fire would be so sudden and take her away directly.

"My cooking skills are not good enough, so I have to ask Aunt Qian to help me make a bowl."

When Qiao Xi heard this, her tears fell like a string of pearls.

She couldn't bear to cry, and the old lady's voice and smile appeared in her mind. In her memory, they lived together, although they were so poor, they were very warm.

If she were still alive, she would definitely say to her today: "Nanny is one year older again."

But now.

At the entrance of Moon Village, there is no longer a thin and kind old lady looking forward to her return.

"Huo Xingzhou." She choked and said, "I miss grandma."

There was no love from her parents in her life, only the old lady gave her affection.

Huo Xingzhou patted her back gently, silently comforting her.

Aunt Qian said softly: "Young Madam, we are all with you. Just tell me what else you like to eat, and I promise to make it for you. Don't be polite to me, Madam and I regard you as our daughter. Treat it."

"Ah."

Qiao Xi responded with a sigh of relief, her eyes still red.

"Then you eat first, I'll go out first." Aunt Qian put down another bowl of wontons on the tray and left.

She really didn't expect that the young master would have such a careful side and remember the young madam's preferences.

Aunt Qian closed the door.

Huo Xingzhou comforted him: "Stop crying, eat the longevity noodles first. It will become lumpy after a while and it won't taste good."

"it is good."

Qiao Xi lowered her head obediently and started eating bite by bite.

She fought hard to hold back tears.

Grandma would be very happy to see that she is living so well now and is on the right track.

She really wanted to tell her grandma that she had found a man who could be with her for the rest of her life, protect her and pamper her.

Qiao Xi finished the bowl of noodles, her stomach felt a little full, but she still finished the noodle soup.

"Wipe your mouth."

Huo Xingzhou handed her a wet wipe.

Qiao Xi wiped the corner of her mouth and asked, "This is the best birthday gift I have ever received, bar none. Huo Xingzhou, it's really good to have you by my side."

The corners of Huo Xingzhou's lips curled up slightly: "I know very well that you prefer birthdays like this to the excitement of a banquet. You agreed to hold a birthday banquet, but you just couldn't bear to refuse everyone's kindness."

"Qiao Xi, because you are good, you deserve my kindness."

Love is mutual.

She also has a lot of tolerance and restraint, which she always keeps secret.