The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

After coming out of the bathroom, Pei Zigui went out.

She didn't know why he had to leave the bedroom just to order takeout on his phone. Was he going to drive to the store to buy it?

Jiang Ruoli lay in bed waiting for more than half an hour. Just when she was drowsy, the bedroom door was pushed open again.

"Baby, are you sleepy?"

Jiang Ruoli lazily opened his eyelids and saw Pei Zigui with nothing in his hands.

"Where's my spicy hot pot?"

Pei Zigui took a few steps and pulled the person out of the bed. "Do you still want to eat? Or do you want to continue sleeping?"

"Want to eat."

Five minutes later, the eldest daughter was carried by her husband to the restaurant on the first floor.

Looking at the spicy bone soup in the exquisite porcelain, Jiang Ruoli asked uncertainly, "Isn't this... something you asked someone to make right away?"

There were a few slices of Wagyu beef and luncheon meat in the porcelain bowl, and more vegetables, such as baby cabbage, broccoli, carrots, konjac shreds, etc. Although the quantity was not large, it was rich and exquisite.

It was completely different from the spicy hotpot you buy outside, Jiang Ruoli could tell that at a glance.

"Try it first."

Taking the spoon handed to him by Pei Zigui, Jiang Ruoli took a sip of the soup first. The taste was a little familiar.

"Isn't this Auntie Lan..." She frowned, "Did you wake Auntie Lan up in the middle of the night?"

Pei Zigui sat down next to her and said, "Of course not. I made the soup base from the bone soup that Auntie Lan cooked."

Jiang Ruoli just took a bite of the shrimp ball and looked at the man with suspicion.

"Did you make it yourself?"

Although this spicy hot pot looks light, the soup base is carefully prepared because the ingredients are all top-grade fresh.

The soup is made from boiled bones, so it tastes very good.

So at first she naturally thought it was made by a professional chef.

Pei Zigui raised his eyebrows: "Don't believe it?"

"I'm not disbelieving you. I just asked you one more question because I thought it tasted good."

The greasy lips kissed the man on the face, and Jiang Ruoli gave him a thumbs up and praised him generously: "Reward this excellent man who is good at everything."

The man with mysophobia was not displeased at all at this moment. He gently wiped the oil off her cheeks with his hands and kissed the small mouth that was shiny with oil from the soup.

"Don't eat too much at this late hour, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable again."

Pei Zigui didn't like to eat this kind of food, so he just sat beside her and watched Jiang Ruoli eat. Seeing that she was eating happily, the man's eyes also had a satisfied smile.

The spicy hot pot sold outside is unhygienic, but Jiang Ruoli wants to eat it, so he would rather make it himself to fulfill her little wish.

She just wanted to eat spicy hot pot, not the stars in the sky.

But I didn't expect that this spicy hot pot would take the entire pregnancy. In the countless nights that followed, I don't know what Jiang Ruoli found to be so fond of this taste.

She even suspected that Pei Zigui had secretly added some unspeakable things into it, such as poppy!

Of course, this hypothesis was quickly drowned out by the kiss as soon as it was put forward.

"Be good, it's time to go to bed after you've eaten."

However, the incident involving Malatang is far from over.

One day during a family dinner, Mr. Pei inadvertently mentioned what he was going to name his child. When Miss Jiang enthusiastically proposed the three words "Malatang", everyone at the table fell silent.

Whose good person is called Malatang?

Jiang Ningning was the first one to disagree.

"No, how can my Jiang Ningning's nephew/niece be called Malatang? No matter what, she has to have a domineering name!"

Jiang Ruoli smiled wryly: "For example?"

"Like the deep-sea octopus."

Is it much better than Malatang?

Mr. Jiang took a sip of the Pu'er tea in his hand awkwardly, not even daring to look Mr. Pei in the eye.

Oh! How shameful!

"This is my child. I get to decide what to name him. Let's call him Malatang! I loved eating Malatang so much during my pregnancy. It must be God's guidance."

"You ate blueberries every day during your pregnancy, why don't you call him Little Blueberry?"

"I don't want to listen, just a little bit."

Everyone at the table held their foreheads in pain. They were still like children, so how could they become mothers? Is this... really possible?

In response, the child's father was calm. He picked up a piece of mung bean cake for his wife and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter what the child's nickname is, just listen to Lili."

At the same time, Mr. Pei put down his chopsticks, as if he had something to say.

Everyone was stunned, and looked at the old man with respect and fear.

Who would have thought that the next second the old man would burst into laughter, "Malatang, this name is very creative! My Lili is really good at naming."

OK! Another one who spoils me to no limit.

Jiang Ruoli smiled widely, her clear and bright eyes curved into a crescent, "The nickname has been decided, but the baby's full name still needs the two grandfathers to think about it together."

When saying this, Jiang Ruoli had not yet anticipated that one day in the future, Grandpa Jiang and Grandpa Pei, good comrades for decades, would almost fight each other with a dictionary.

_______$￥$￥$￥_______

In the late stage of pregnancy, Jiang Ruoli's belly was already very obvious, round, white and smooth, without any lines on it.

All I can say is that women with good fortune are blessed by God in every way.

Of course, this is also inseparable from Pei Zigui's careful care. He applies body oil to Jiaoqibao every morning, noon and night without fail, from hair to heels, leaving no part of the body untouched.

Sometimes Jiang Ruoli felt sleepy and didn't want to apply the ointment. He would just rub his wife's face and coax her to sleep in a gentle voice: "Be good, go to sleep if you are sleepy, and your husband will apply the ointment for you."

He promised the little squeamish girl that he would not let her have any stripes, otherwise she would cry.

Because of the unstable hormones, Jiang Ruoli cried once before going to bed just now, just because the water temperature for foot soaking was not adjusted properly tonight.

But after crying for a while, she stopped.

The man who used to be only responsible for giving orders in the company was squatting on the ground in a hurry to prepare water for his wife's feet. Hearing the sobbing gradually subsided, he suddenly looked up and his eyes fell into the woman's red eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong? Is the water temperature still not suitable?"

Jiang Ruoli turned his head and said in a muffled voice with a sobbing tone, "No, do you think I'm being hypocritical? I almost hate myself now. I cry at the slightest provocation."

But after she finished speaking, the eldest lady got angry again.

"It's no use not liking it! This is how I am!"

Pei Zigui pinched her calf and massaged it. The smile in his eyes did not fade, but became deeper.

"How can I hate it? I like it so much that I can't wait to like it."

"Babies are so cute and beautiful when they cry."

"And it's my honor that you only do this to me."

He just coaxed her in a low voice, one sentence after another, until a smile appeared on the little princess' face again.

People who know Pei Zigui know that he has never been a patient person. When he encounters a partner who is indecisive or keeps his word in the business world, he will turn around and leave without saying a word.

Never given a second chance.

But Jiang Ruoli is an exception.

Pei Zigui gave all his patience and tenderness to his wife throughout his life.

However, even such a calm man can be at a loss and tremble with panic.

This side of me is only because of the wife I love most in this life.