After three years of marriage, the beautiful military wife takes her baby to look for her father

Song Zhiya didn't know what was going on there, so she sent them away and started cooking.

While she was cooking, her belly moved twice. She knew it was the little one inside moving, so she touched it gently and asked, "Is the little one a little impatient?"

"Be good and don't move!"

Just as she finished speaking, the child started moving violently again. Song Zhiya couldn't help but smile. Tuanzi just happened to come into the kitchen.

"Tuanzi, come and look at your mother's belly."

After Song Zhiya finished speaking, Tuanzi ran over and looked at her belly, which moved like a little fish twice. She widened her eyes excitedly and asked, "Mom, is it my little sister moving inside?"

"Correct."

"My little sister is so cute. She can even swim like a little fish. Can I talk to her?" Tuanzi's eyes were shining with excitement.

Song Zhiya nodded after listening.

Tuanzi held him with one hand and gently touched his belly with the other hand, and said softly: "Sister, sister, you must be good and don't bother your mother."

"Mom is working very hard."

"Don't bother your mother. When you are born, I will play with you. I will protect you and become the brother who loves you most in the world!"

After Tuanzi finished speaking, his belly moved slightly again, not as violently as before, and indeed much gentler.

Song Zhiya didn't think too much about it, but gently touched Tuanzi's little head, "It seems that my sister really likes you."

"Okay, I'm done. Mom, go take a rest, okay?"

Tuanzi took Song Zhiya's hand and asked her to go outside to rest.

"Mom is not going to rest. Mom still has to cook. Dad will be back soon. Can you go out and play for a while?" Song Zhiya touched Tuanzi's head.

But he refused to go out and shook his head, reaching out and tightly grasping the corner of Song Zhiya's clothes.

"Mom, take a rest."

Tuanzi held Song Zhiya's hand and refused to let go. "You are very tired. Go and rest for a while. Dad told you to rest and he will come back to cook."

Song Zhiya was at a loss for words when she heard this. It turned out that Lu Nanfeng had told Tuanzi about this. No wonder the little guy suddenly came into the kitchen just now.

There are usually only two situations when he goes into the kitchen. One is when he is hungry and wants to steal a bite to eat before dinner.

Another possibility is that he has something to say to Song Zhiya, or wants to go out and play.

Unexpectedly, today there was another reason.

"Did your dad tell you to say that?" Song Zhiya squatted down and touched Tuanzi's little face. "I know you and dad are very good to me, but cooking is not tiring for me, and don't you want to eat braised chicken wings?"

"Be good, Tuanzi. Dad is very tired from training in the army. You go out and rest for a while. He will come back to help me." After Song Zhiya finished speaking, Tuanzi thought about it and walked out after thinking that it made some sense.

But not long after he left, he came back in, rolled up his sleeves, and brought a small stool, "Let me help mom wash the vegetables."

"I usually help Dad wash the dishes," Tuanzi said as he washed the vegetables. "I will wash them slowly and cleanly. Don't worry, Mom. Dad said I'm an adult."

Seeing the little guy rolling up his sleeves and washing vegetables, Song Zhiya's heart softened a little.

What a cute little guy!

What Lu Nanfeng usually said to him was very effective, and he really helped with some housework. They were all trying their best to make this home better.

"it is good!"

The mother and son get along very warmly. Lu Nanfeng came back a little late today because the training was about to end and he was called into the office by the director to talk for a while.

When he came back and found the dishes on the table, he scratched his head in frustration and said, "Next time I will definitely come back earlier to help you cook."

"Or you can wait for me to come back and do it."

Song Zhiya looked at him and smiled, "My belly isn't that big right now, so either of us can do it. When my belly gets bigger, I'll let you do it, okay?

"Come and eat."

While the family of three was eating, Song Zhiya talked about Yang Guoqing taking the initiative to come for acupuncture.

"It's a good thing that he is willing to come for treatment, but wife, you..." Lu Nanfeng hesitated to speak.

"You don't trust me?" Song Zhiya knew what Lu Nanfeng meant, but she still raised her eyebrows to tease him.

"No," Lu Nanfeng shook his head nervously upon hearing this. "That's not what I meant. It's just that if you cure him, more people will definitely come to you in the future. I'm afraid you'll be too tired."

Yang Guoqing's condition was very complicated. Doctors at the hospital had previously said it was incurable. He had visited doctors in recent years, but received the same advice. If Song Zhiya could truly cure him, and his leg, which he hadn't had before, returned to normal, then someone would definitely come knocking on his door.

Even if she wasn't a patient, the hospital staff would definitely ask Song Zhiya for help.

"Relax."

Song Zhiya ate the braised chicken wings in her bowl and said, "Of course I have a strategy to deal with it. If they come to me and need my help, I will help them, but my greater wish is to promote the profound knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Hearing this, Lu Nanfeng nodded without thinking too much. Anyway, his wife now has her own ideas, so there is no point in saying too much.

"You must take care of yourself. If you feel too tired, hand over the work to your sister-in-law next to you."

Lu Nanfeng gave a few instructions and Song Zhiya smiled slightly.

Two more days passed.

The two days passed quickly. During these two days, Song Zhiya had been fiddling with the mud mask she made.

After two or three improvements, he studied in the space for several hours, and on the third day the experiment was finally successful.

Zhao Yulan did not feel any discomfort at all after trying it.

Because they knew what Song Zhiya was doing, Liu Xiaohui and Sun Xiangmei came every day. They wanted to witness Song Zhiya doing these things.

After hearing that Zhao Yulan did not feel any discomfort after using it, the two also felt happy for Song Zhiya.

It seems that Song Zhiya has succeeded.

"That's great, Sister Xiaoya! You're incredibly talented! You developed the mud mask in just three days, and there's no discomfort at all!"

"Can I use it?"

Liu Xiaohui rubbed her hands together, eager to try. Song Zhiya looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "It can be used. I'll mix some right away. According to this formula, we can all apply it."

After saying that, she went to do it.

Zhao Yulan and the other two sat in the living room. She touched her face and said, "Although the first two days were a little too good, I actually feel okay because I feel my face is more moisturized after returning home."