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"Jin'an, I'm fine. No need to call a doctor. I'll just drink some honey water."

Zhao Chuyu took the glass handed to her by Qi Jinan, put it to her lips, and drank it bit by bit.

It's snowing so heavily outside now, making it very inconvenient to travel. Apart from nausea, she has no other symptoms, so there is no need to waste medical resources.

After taking a nap and vomiting just now, she seemed to have forgotten the "nightmare" in the second half of the night and was in a normal state of mind.

The light yellow honey water in the transparent glass slowly flows into the pink little mouth.

Qi Jinan's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were deep and dark, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking at the moment.

He stood in front of the charming girl, bent down, raised his graceful hands, spread out his five fingers, turned them into a comb, and gently combed her thick and smooth long curly hair.

"Xiao Chuyu, if you feel unwell, tell me immediately."

The intoxicating low voice slowly flowed into Zhao Chuyu's ears through the air.

She drank all the honey water in the cup and looked up at him, "Yes, I will."

She handed the empty cup to him and looked at the flying snowflakes outside the window, and remembered what Granny Jiang had told her on the phone last night.

Eyes as clear as morning dew turned back to Qi Jinan, "Today is the winter solstice, are you eating dumplings or glutinous rice balls?"

Qi put the cup on the bedside table. When he heard three unpleasant words, his brows slightly frowned. He looked at her with an unfriendly look and said in a deep voice, "Your home?"

Does she still want to draw a clear line between herself and him?

Zhao Chuyu realized that he didn't seem to like that she and him were so clearly separated. She grabbed the hem of her nightgown with her small hands and hesitated to change the topic: "That's... our home?"

Why does he seem so unhappy?

Just because a subject was not used properly?

Is there any difference?

Qi Jinan saw the doubt in her eyes, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, reached out his hand, and hugged her to sit on his knees.

"Xiao Chuyu, my home is also your home. Wherever you are is my home."

The words sounded like a tongue twister and almost made Zhao Chuyu dizzy.

Since she became pregnant, her reactions have been a little slow in some aspects. She has to chew a sentence over and over again before she can understand its meaning.

She later realized why he was unhappy.

Her red lips curled up slightly, and she raised her hands and put them around his slender neck. "Well, I understand. Do we eat dumplings or glutinous rice balls during the winter solstice?"

"It should be... dumplings."

Local customs are a blind spot in Qi Jinan's knowledge.

He had never paid attention to those things, so he couldn't answer them right away and could only guess blindly.

Zhao Chuyu suddenly seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened up again. He immediately saw his uncertainty and smiled, "Master Qi Wu, looking at you like this, you don't know, do you?"

"Xiao Chuyu, do you want to eat dumplings or tangyuan?"

He avoided the question and changed the subject.

The beauty who was held in his arms with one hand was not someone who would make trouble. She smiled softly and replied, "Dumplings."

During the ten years or so that I have lived with Grandma Jiang, we have always eaten dumplings during the Winter Solstice. It has become a habit, and I cannot disobey the old lady's words.

Now that she has promised, she will do it.

After Qi Jinan got the correct answer, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Okay, then let's have dumplings for the first meal today."

After saying that, I wanted to get up and prepare.

Zhao Chuyu seemed to see through his thoughts and held his waist tightly with her small hands, "Your hand is not healed yet, you are not allowed to go to the kitchen today."

When he was helping her wash up just now, he noticed that although her unbandaged right hand had stopped bleeding and no longer turned white after a night's rest, the wound was still hideous.

No matter what, she couldn't let him out of her sight today.

The overbearing little action gradually replaced the coldness in Qi Jinan's eyes with a faint smile, "Okay, without Xiao Chuyu's permission, I won't go into the kitchen today. I'll carry you to change clothes."

The feeling of being deeply cared for blossomed in his heart like brilliant fireworks.

It was beautiful, so beautiful that he wanted to hold on to it tightly.

Zhao Chuyu, who didn't have the ability to see through things, couldn't see into his heart. Seeing that he listened to her so well, the curve of her lips rose higher and higher, and she opened her red lips slightly:

"it is good."

She decided to quit while she was ahead, loosened her grip, and let him pick her up and walk to the cloakroom.

Suddenly she realized that since she became pregnant, he often carried her in and out, as if she was a fragile glass doll that would shatter into pieces if she was not careful.

By the time the two of them changed their clothes and took the elevator down to the first floor, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Qi Jinan asked Zheng Zhi to go to the kitchen to get breakfast, especially to highlight the dumplings and pork bone porridge.

He was worried that Xiao Chuyu, who was in the early stages of pregnancy, would feel nauseous when she smelled the dumplings, so he had to be prepared for both situations.

However, when Zheng Zhi packed various dumplings and pork bone porridge into thermal food boxes and brought them to the villa, he had just opened the lid and had not yet taken them out when a beautiful figure quickly ran into the bathroom on the first floor.

Immediately afterwards, another tall and slender figure quickly followed.

Zheng Zhi was the only one left in the huge restaurant, standing in front of the dining table, bent over in an awkward posture.

At this moment, he didn't know whether he should take out the colorful dumplings and pork bone porridge in the food box.

Won’t these foods end up like the cake that was in the refrigerator last night?

The sponge cake he brought last night has most likely been fed to the "pig Ganglie" on the farm.

In the early morning, Wu Ye sent him a "destroy" message and asked him to sort his garbage.

It doesn’t take much thought to guess that this is to prevent the president’s wife from stealing “expired food” because she doesn’t want to waste food.

Afterwards, he rolled out of bed dutifully, braved the heavy snow and quietly "sneaked" into the cafe on the first floor of the villa, "smuggled" the sponge cake that had been refrigerated overnight and put it into the trash can.

Now, no one knows what will happen to these two layers of dumplings and pork bone porridge that cost so much manpower and resources.

Even the morning sickness of the future president’s wife is too disrespectful. Doesn’t food that is not made by Master Wu have the right to appear on the table?

No matter what, these are all made by the descendants of the imperial chefs.

He couldn't even eat it if he wanted to, he could only smell it.

Miss Zhao, who was secretly envied by Zheng Zhi, was now nestling uncomfortably in Qi's arms.

Qi Jinan helped her clean up, then carried her to the living room, "Xiao Chuyu, are you feeling better? I'll go get you a cup of milk."

She is pregnant and can't go without food.

Zhao Chuyu felt really uncomfortable. After he put her down on the sofa, she leaned weakly on the backrest, "Well, okay, but you can't cook."

Even though he was not feeling well, he never forgot his hand injury.

Qi Jinan suppressed the worry in his eyes, lowered his head and kissed the top of her fragrant hair, and said softly: "Well, I'll be back soon."

I wanted to cook something to fill her stomach, but she saw through it in advance.

In order not to make her angry, I had to think of another way.

She must be given some food.

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