After Transmigrating, The Fat Wife Made A Comeback!

Qiao Mei thought about it seriously and said, "I don't have any particular craving…"

"No? Really? When I was pregnant, I really craved the potatoes that we grew at home!" Auntie Dong said in shock.

No one believed what Qiao Mei said. She was currently at the stage of pregnancy when the symptoms became really obvious. Most women would throw up all the time, and there were women who would even throw up immediately after they ate so they could not even eat a mouthful of rice.

It was fair enough if Qiao Mei had no symptoms, but she did not even have cravings!

Her children were really worry-free! They were simply sent by the heavens to repay her kindness!

"Then, do you prefer spicy food or sweet food?" Auntie Wang asked.

"I like salty food…" Qiao Mei said as she scratched her head in embarrassment.

"You are so different from other pregnant women. When I was pregnant with my children, I suffered a lot. With my eldest son, I liked to eat sour apricots. The more sour, the better. They were so sour that my husband's teeth almost fell out when he ate them, but I thought they tasted fine. In fact, I still found them not sour enough," Auntie Feng said.

Auntie Feng's words brought back memories for everyone. Different people had different cravings for watermelons, grapes and apples among others. These were all common foods that could be bought anywhere.

Auntie Wang had craved for a strange thing when she was pregnant! She actually wanted to eat burnt potatoes! Moreover, she only ate the burnt portion and gave the rest to her husband.

"I wish that I have worry-free children like yours. My third son started tormenting me since I was pregnant. I threw up everything I ate and there was never a day of peace. Now that my third son has grown up, he's causing trouble everywhere!" Auntie Wang said with a sigh.

"I don't think Qiao Mei will have to worry about her two children in the future. They're both such obedient children!" Auntie Dong said happily.

While they chatted, everyone's beans had been dried in the sun. They each carried a basket and went home to grow bean sprouts.

Everyone would return the baskets later when they were free. This was their usual practice.

Qiao Mei rubbed her shoulders and slowly stood up. Her throat was dry after talking for so long. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of her with a glass of water.

Qiao Mei smiled and said, "Oh my, my hands are so sore! I'm unable to hold this cup!"

Xia Zhe brought the glass of water closer to Qiao Mei's lips and let her drink from it slowly.

"Don't spoil me like this. If I don't want to feed myself in the future, will you feed me? You'll spoil me like this!" Qiao Mei said.

Spoiling her was a wrong thing to do, not spoiling her was even more of a wrong thing. She was so hard to serve.

He had no choice. Qiao Mei was the wife he chose for himself. Even if he had to go through hell and high water, he would do it without any hesitation.

"No worries. You can do whatever you want. As long as it's something I can do, I'll do it. I'll even feed you for the rest of your life! I can't ask for more!" Xia Zhe said.

Qiao Mei had goosebumps all over her body from how mushy Xia Zhe was. For some reason, when they did not meet in the past and only corresponded via letters, the nature and tone of their letters were very serious and they rarely exchanged sweet nothings.

Nowadays, Xia Zhe was glib-tongued and could say different things to her every day. She really did not know where he learned all this.

"Why are you so enlightened? Have you learned to sweet-talk me?" Qiao Mei asked.

These were all things that Xia He had told him. Previously, Xia He had taught him ways to make Qiao Mei happy and gave him many examples, like how saying sweet nothings could make Qiao Mei happy every day as if she was living in a honey pot. She also told him to take care of Qiao Mei in a meticulous manner, so as to make Qiao Mei get used to his existence and not be able to leave him.

They spoke for an entire afternoon!

"You… you don't like it?" Xia Zhe asked nervously.

"I do! Of course I like it! As long as you're being yourself, I like everything!" Qiao Mei said with a smile.

"Then that's good. I thought I did something you didn't like," Xia Zhe said.

Recently, the firewood in the backyard had piled up very high. Xia Zhe had gone up the mountain to pick the wood by himself and then chopped the firewood into a standard size. In the past, Qiao Qiang was the one who did these chores. Ever since he got older, he rarely went up the mountain and would only go when the family ran low on firewood. In the past few days, the firewood in the backyard had been piled up to the height of two people.