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"What do you want to say? What else do you want?" Meng Wantang grabbed his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen. "The doctor said that Dad needs to restrain himself during this period of time."

Meng Wantang's beautiful eyes sparkled with a misty and sparkling light. She gently held the man's fingers and said nonchalantly, "But there are many ways to enhance the relationship between husband and wife."

Lu Qingye, who originally didn't want to do anything: "..."

Meng Wantang looked at Lu Qingye's Adam's apple rolling, and stood up with a smile: "Our bed sheets and quilt covers need to be changed, please wash them."

Lu Qingye: "..."

He stood up helplessly, picked the person up, and walked straight upstairs.

Meng Wantang exclaimed and hugged his neck: "Hey, what do you want to do?"

"you guess."

Meng Wantang met those eyes that seemed to want to eat her up, and obediently let him hold her.

Lu Qingye put her on the bed and let her have a good rest.

"Stop struggling and just lie down."

"Oh."

Meng Wantang looked at Lu Qingye's back. A gust of wind came in from the window, and his shirt was sticking to his waist. Meng Wantang couldn't take her eyes away.

This man is already the father of three children, but his charm is still the same as before, in fact, he is even more fascinating than before.

Meng Wantang didn't know what had happened to her.

People say that the longer two people are together, the weaker their feelings will become and the less passionate they will be.

Even sleeping in the same bed didn't feel like anything.

Holding each other's hand is like your left hand holding your right hand, and it does not cause any waves in your heart.

But every time she saw Lu Qingye, she had a different feeling in her heart.

Even when Lu Qingye went to work in the morning and suddenly came back at noon, she still felt that Lu Qingye was particularly attractive.

No matter how you look at it, it's very exciting.

"By the way, they're coming over to make sausages on Saturday morning. Do we need them to come later?"

Lu Qingye asked her.

Meng Wantang leaned on the soft pillow and changed into a comfortable position.

"I usually get up pretty early anyway, so let them come earlier."

Lu Qingye was a little worried that it would disturb Meng Wantang's rest.

With a cold face and eyes full of disdain, he said: "Why don't we ask them to come back in the afternoon?"

"There's a lot to do. They come in the morning to chop the stuffing, prepare other ingredients, and then fill the sausage. This step is the most time-consuming, and it's definitely not something that can be done in an afternoon."

Meng Wantang knew that Lu Qingye was worried that she wouldn't get enough rest.

"Besides, they came over in the morning and started chopping the stuffing. After the meat stuffing was prepared, I seasoned it for them. After it was seasoned, they could do the enema themselves, so I wouldn't have to watch over them. I could go back to my room to rest. It wouldn't be a problem at all, and I wouldn't have to sleep too much during the day. If I sleep too much during the day, I won't be able to sleep at night."

"Is it really okay?" Lu Qingye was still somewhat worried.

He was more nervous than Meng Wantang had imagined.

Meng Wantang always felt that Lu Qingye's mood was not right, but Lu Qingye concealed it very well and obviously didn't want her to know.

Meng Wantang pretended not to know.

She smiled and shook her head, turning over lazily: "What does it matter? Besides, I'm just pregnant, not sick."

Lu Qingye said in a very serious tone: “Don’t say such things in the future.”

"Oh, go and do your thing. I'll take a nap for a while."

Lu Qingye turned around and went downstairs, but Meng Wantang was not sleepy at all.

Saturday.

Meng Wantang hadn't finished her breakfast yet when Shen Jiwu called out at the door: "Sister-in-law, we are going to the market. Do you need anything? We can bring it back for you."

"Then you can bring back more meat. I will make some more and put it in the refrigerator. You can eat it whenever you want."

Meng Wantang thinks grilled sausage is the most delicious food in the world.

I feel anxious if I don’t eat it for a day, but I never feel sick of it if I eat it every day.

Shen Jiwu gave Meng Wantang a thumbs up and shouted, "Sister-in-law, you are right. I decided to use all my salary to buy meat."

"puff!"

Meng Wantang spat out all the water in her mouth.

Lu Qingye reluctantly took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, staring at Shen Jiwu with an unfriendly look.

"Let's not talk about how much you earn. After buying all the meat and making sausages, will there be enough space in the refrigerator? I just want to ask you, have you been paid?"

Meng Wantang's words really hurt my heart.

Shen Jiwu covered his chest and said, "Sister-in-law, we can't do this. When you say that, I feel like I can only eat three sausages."

"Hahahaha, do you need me to lend you some money?"

Meng Wantang remembered that Shen Jiwu was a very frugal young man and probably didn't have much money in his pocket.

Moreover, the local price level was much higher than that in China. The little money in Shen Jiwu's pocket was not enough for food.

Shen Jiwu walked in quickly with red cheeks, and asked in a low voice: "Sister-in-law, do you really have extra money in your pocket that you can lend me?"

Meng Wantang said with a click of his tongue, "Are you questioning your sister-in-law's financial resources?"

Shen Jiwu thought that the woman in front of him was the one who bought two pieces of land at will.

He said dryly, "I'm just worried that you won't have enough money after buying two pieces of land."

"Only two plots of land."

Look at that tone.

Shen Jiwu took a deep breath and said, "Sister-in-law, can I ask how much that piece of land is worth?"

Meng Wantang said very tactfully: "Don't even think about it now. Even if you save money for a few years, you won't be able to buy anything."

Shen Jiwu: “…”

He knew that Meng Wantang was rich, but he didn't expect that Meng Wantang would also be considered a rich man when he went abroad.

Meng Wantang opened her wallet, took out some money and handed it to Shen Jiwu: "Buy more meat. I'll make you something delicious tonight. Buy whatever you see in the market."

Shen Jiwu took the money and counted it carefully. After counting, he said, "Sister-in-law, this money is a loan from me. I will return it to you when I get my salary."

"Okay."

Meng Wantang agreed readily.

Only then did Shen Jiwu pack the money and go out happily.

After Shen Jiwu and the others left, Meng Wantang said, "Do you know what they like to eat? I saw that everyone was very happy when they had barbecue last time. This time I invited a chef from our country to give them a surprise tonight."

Before, Lu Qingye asked Shen Jiwu and the others whether they wanted to eat local specialties or domestic dishes. They were too embarrassed to say, so they just said both were fine.

How could Meng Wantang not know that these people wanted to eat home-cooked food?

In foreign countries, domestic food is quite expensive.

The prices of all dishes can be tripled.

At least in this country and in this era, if you go abroad and don’t know how to cook and want to have a Chinese meal, you will feel like you can’t afford it.

"Just take care of the preparations, don't work too hard." Lu Qingye stretched out his hands and held her in his arms, then bent down and kissed her forehead.

How could he deserve to have such a daughter-in-law who cares about him wholeheartedly?

Two hours later, Shen Jiwu and his friends returned from the market.

The car was loaded with food.

I don’t know how many places they went to, but they probably bought out all the butcher shops.

Meng Wantang directed them in the yard to wash, cut and chop the meat.

Meng Wantang had foresight and had bought a kitchen knife long ago.

A group of people were chopping meat in the yard at the same time, and the scene looked quite spectacular.

People who are not in the know would shudder when seeing this scene.

Meng Wantang sat on a chair and saw that they had almost prepared the meat, so she asked them to put the meat in a large bowl.

There are a lot of people, including ten employees from China.

Meng Wantang took the seasoning and asked Zhou Shufen to add it in, while the male comrade was responsible for stirring it.

"Add a little more salt."

"Add a little oil at the end to lock in the moisture."

"Okay, the last step is to stuff all the meat in. If you want longer ones, you can make them longer. But I suggest making them short like this, so that one or two at a time is enough. It's more convenient."

They do whatever Meng Wantang says.

Lunch is also ready.

It is a local specialty.

Everyone enjoyed the meal very much.

"The main event is coming. You will be doing enema here all afternoon. Try to finish this as soon as possible."

After Meng Wantang finished speaking, she heard a wailing sound.

Shen Jiwu wore a mask of pain on his face: "Oh my God, I never knew that making a grilled sausage would be so troublesome. If I had known, I would have bought less meat."

"One day of pain means a month of happiness. So this day of pain is worth it. Come on, boy."

Meng Wantang patted Shen Jiwu with a smile.

"Come, watch my moves."

She set a demonstration and asked others to follow.

Everyone was making it for the first time, so they were clumsy. They were slow and the food didn’t look very good. But since we were eating it ourselves, no one was picky.

After making a few, it started to look pretty good.

Meng Wantang went upstairs to rest with peace of mind.

The others were busy downstairs, and everyone was talking and laughing.

There is a group of people in a foreign country who speak their native dialect, as if they have not left their homeland.

Meng Wantang sleeps very soundly when she goes to bed.

She heard someone calling her, but she couldn't open her eyes.

It was as if something was pulling at her, trying to pull her out of this body.

It wasn't painful, she didn't even feel anything, but she had no way to control this body.

She tried hard to open her eyes but couldn't.

Meng Wantang felt a little anxious.

Suddenly, she felt something hot falling on her forehead, and the scorching temperature penetrated her body and fell on her soul.

Meng Wantang suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of red, crazy-looking eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Meng Wantang opened her mouth and realized that her voice was hoarse.

Lu Qingye held her hand tightly, said nothing, and just shook his head.

"What's wrong with me?"

Meng Wantang asked again.

Lu Qingye's voice was trembling a little. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, it still betrayed his confusion and anxiety.

"You are unconscious again."