The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"A ting said that now everything is good every month. Let's not worry. When the rain stops and they can get out of the mountain, they will come out immediately." Jiang Zhe said.

"But it's time to count the days. It's time to have a prenatal examination every month." Gu Lingling was a little worried, "I don't know whether there was pregnancy and vomiting in the first three months, and how did you eat there?"

Now I know that they are all safe, but there are new worries, and this worry will continue until I see Yang Xiaoqian.

At this time, Jiang Yuting was nervous.

Yang Xiaoqian's vomiting symptoms are getting worse and worse. She can't even eat rice. She feels like vomiting as soon as she smells the taste of rice.

Now, when Jiang Yuting is cooking, Yang Xiaoqian won't be at home, holding an umbrella to go outside, and she can't smell a trace of rice.

"What can I do?" Jiang Yuting has no experience. If Lu Jingyun and Gu Lingling were there, he would have someone to consult.

Therefore, Professor Jiang, who has won many awards in the country, began to study modestly and went door-to-door with a small notebook to ask for experience.

"Take this pickled cucumber to Mr. Yang. I vomited badly when I was pregnant, so I like this one." A woman said to Jiang Yuting.

"What else did you like to eat at that time?" After Jiang Yuting thanked him first and consulted some details in detail, the newly harvested pickled cucumber and pickled radish went home happily.

Jiang Yuting couldn't help tasting it on the way.

Because the woman said that she ate a mouthful of sour cucumber, just like getting the world.

That's very literary.

So he couldn't help taking a bite.

This bite almost killed Jiang Yuting.

It tastes so bad!

I really want to throw it away.

"What's in your hand?" Yang Xiaoqian waited for him at the door. Seeing him coming in with a frown, she asked him.

"This is sour cucumber. I asked my sister-in-law in the village to borrow it. She said she liked it when she was pregnant." Jiang Yuting said, "but I tasted it. It's terrible."

Want to throw it away.

"Why don't you try it?" What if it works?

Yang Xiaoqian nodded.

Now, she just wants to know what can prevent her from vomiting. It's too uncomfortable.

"You wait." Jiang Yuting quickly ran to the kitchen, loaded some pickles on the plate, and sprinkled a little chili oil on it. It looked very appetizing.

Yang Xiaoqian took a look, and sure enough, she had some appetite.

Then I tasted it.

Unexpectedly, I didn't feel disgusted and wanted to vomit. It was sour and appetizing. On the contrary, I felt that the discomfort of my chest was suppressed.

It's really amazing.

"Delicious." Yang Xiaoqian said, "I still want to eat."

Jiang Yugeng thought of what the sister-in-law said, "if you can eat it, you can eat it with clear soup noodles, green vegetables and sour cucumbers."

"You wait." Jiang Yuting ran to the kitchen and soon came out with a bowl of noodles and a plate of pickled cucumbers. "Try it with it?"

Vermicelli is an old craft in the village. It is made by hand. Yang Xiaoqian loved it when she first came here.

Jiang Yuting thought about what his sister-in-law said, and the taste of noodles in clear soup was very weak.

Yang Xiaoqian ate a bowl of noodles with pickled cucumbers.

You say exaggeration is not exaggeration, there is nothing left, even soup into Yang Xiaoqian's stomach.

"This... This is OK?" Jiang Yuting really couldn't believe his eyes. He excitedly took Yang Xiaoqian's hand and kissed for a while, "wife, you're great, great!"