The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

Meng Wantang doesn’t know what will happen decades later.

She was now sitting on the swing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, swinging slowly.

After swinging for a while, Meng Wantang stood up and said, "I can actually feel dizzy even when swinging on a swing. Is it a physical problem?"

Meng Wantang frowned, feeling that the swing he had carefully arranged might be incompatible with his physique.

Otherwise, why didn't she feel romantic but just dizzy when she sat on such a romantic swing?

Meng Wantang lay on the light green sofa, feeling warm in the sunlight.

She felt comfortable but also a little sleepy.

"Is the baby I'm pregnant with this time a sleeping goddess? Why am I always so sleepy?"

Meng Wantang just said it casually, then held her pulse and spat a few times.

"It definitely can't be the god of sleep."

It would be troublesome if the baby in my belly really has narcolepsy.

Meng Wantang cleared her mind of all the messy thoughts and looked outside. Lu Qingye had been out for a long time, but he still hadn't come back.

Meng Wantang also knew that her sudden good appetite was somewhat embarrassing.

She didn’t like sour food before, and I don’t know why she liked it so much this time.

Just like one of her patients, she particularly liked eating dumplings stuffed with leeks and eggs before she got pregnant. Later, when she got pregnant, she didn't like eating dumplings stuffed with leeks and eggs anymore. After the child was born, she had no feelings for dumplings stuffed with leeks and eggs, and the baby in her belly didn't like eating dumplings stuffed with leeks and eggs either.

Although I don’t understand the principle behind this, the baby in the belly does change the mother’s taste.

It’s good to eat pickled fish.

Meng Wantang used to like eating pickled fish, but after coming here, she has rarely eaten it.

This time, he really couldn't help it, so he spoke to Lu Qingye.

Just when Meng Wantang gave up hope, Lu Qingye came back.

He was holding a black fish in one hand and a large jar in the other.

Meng Wantang hurriedly put on her shoes and ran outside.

“Did you really buy it?”

Lu Qingye nodded: "It just so happens that there is a couple from the territory, and their family happens to have local pickled vegetables. Come and see if it is the kind you mentioned?"

Meng Wantang looked at the jar and gave Lu Qingye a thumbs up: "Let alone anything else, just by looking at this jar I know you must have bought the right one."

When she opened it, it was indeed the kind of sauerkraut she wanted to eat the most.

This pickled cabbage is not their local pickled cabbage. The two pickled cabbages are pickled in different ways and have different tastes. One uses Chinese cabbage and the other uses the local cabbage.

Meng Wantang didn't know much about it, she just asked her friends there, and they said that's what it was called. Meng Wantang had never seen it, she had only seen pickled sauerkraut.

"Can I use this black fish I bought to make sauerkraut fish?" Lu Qingye was not sure whether this fish would work, so he asked the boss. The boss said it was okay, mainly because the fish had no bones.

Meng Wantang felt that Lu Qingye was not only good-looking, but also very compatible with her in every way.

"Lu Qingye, what should I do? I feel like I love you one more second every day."

Lu Qingye's mouth curled up slightly: "Only love me for one more second?"

"This second is not easy."

"I'll go clean up the fish, and you can tell me how to make pickled fish later."

Lu Qingye carried the fish to the kitchen.

Meng Wantang hadn't followed him in yet. She waited until Lu Qingye had processed the fish, cut it into slices, and put it aside before entering the kitchen.

Meng Wantang was directing here, and Lu Qingye was waving a shovel beside him.

Pickled fish is simple and complex at the same time.

Meng Wantang did it quite smoothly. Although it was Lu Qingye's first time, he was not unfamiliar with many aspects.

Meng Wantang is responsible for adding various seasonings.

When the pickled fish comes out of the pot, the taste is absolutely amazing.

Meng Wantang held the bowl and forced herself to eat two more bowls of rice.

She held the empty bowl in her hands in astonishment, and said to Lu Qingye resentfully, "Lu Qingye, you should take care of your son. He is really too much. How could he make me so hungry that I could finish three bowls of rice in a row?"

If her appetite continued to be so voracious, Meng Wantang couldn't imagine how much her weight would soar to in a few months.

"Being able to eat is a blessing. Isn't it good to eat more?" Lu Qingye didn't quite understand why Meng Wantang didn't want to eat more.

I don’t know if it’s because of her pregnancy, but Meng Wantang is a little emotional.

Hearing this, she gritted her teeth.

"How can eating so much make it better? If the fetus changes by accident, it will definitely not be good when it is born."

If the fetus is too large, the mother will suffer.

She'd better not scare the man in front of her. It would be troublesome if the man had psychological trauma.

"And once you gain weight, it will be hard to lose it later."

Lu Qingye looked at her slender arms and said, "It's better to be a little fatter. It's more comfortable to hug. And people will be blessed if they are fat."

"I don't like being too fat. If I keep eating like this, I'll become really fat."

Lu Qingye said, "Eat whatever you want, you don't have to lose weight. I like you no matter what you are like. Besides, you ate whatever you wanted before, but you didn't gain weight. In fact, you're even thinner now."

"How can it be the same? When I was young, I could eat as much as I wanted without getting fat. Now I am older and my metabolism has slowed down. I used to eat five meals a day without getting fat. Now I eat two meals a day and drink some cold water, but I am still getting fat."

Meng Wantang said this, but she was still envious of the pickled fish.

Lu Qingye said with some amusement: "If you want to eat, eat a little more. You are eating now to provide nutrition for the baby. And you were unconscious for the previous week, the little guy in your stomach must be very aggrieved. Now that you can eat, he must be desperately trying to absorb nutrition."

Meng Wantang didn't want to complain about this sentence, but it sounded like it made some sense.

At least she was convinced.

Meng Wantang coughed dryly and handed the bowl over: "Then give me another half bowl, just a little bit will be fine."

"it is good."

Lu Qingye silently added half a bowl of rice.

Meng Wantang took the bowl and was confused when she saw the rice in it, but she didn't say anything.

She picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat the sauerkraut fish. The sauerkraut tasted really good, sour and spicy, and it went really well with rice.

The fish has no bones, is tender and spicy.

It’s really delicious.

Meng Wantang was very restrained, trying to eat less rice and more vegetables. But the pickled fish must be eaten with a little rice.

Meng Wantang ate four bowls of rice mouthful after mouthful, accidentally. Although the small bowls in their house were not big, each bowl did not contain much rice.

This amount of food is far beyond Meng Wantang's usual amount of food.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow. You really can't eat it today."

Lu Qingye did not serve Meng Wantang some rice this time because he was really afraid that Meng Wantang would eat too much.

Meng Wantang sighed: "Lu Qingye, I'm pregnant and you don't even give me food."