Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Someone knocked on the door. Song Tingran was closest to the door. He quickly went over to open the door. It was Village Chief Zhou.

"Are you at home? I thought you had gone out. There are a lot of people at the children's playground, and they are all queuing up to wait for you to come out."

"Going out of the stall?" Song Tingran's head was numb and he couldn't react.

"Yes, there are many people waiting for the food in the children's paradise."

"Yes, yes, please tell me. I won't go out today, and there's no guarantee tomorrow. My Yuchen and Jinshu are both giving birth to babies, and I really can't leave."

Village Chief Zhou was also shocked. The two husbands gave birth at the same time, and he was in a hurry just listening to it.

"Okay, I'll take care of the children's playground for you. How are you doing here? Do you need me to call my husband at home to come over and help?"

"No, we're busy. It's over there at the children's playground. I'm sorry to bother you, Village Chief Zhou."

Seeing Song Tingran's hurried expression, Village Chief Zhou left without saying much and closed the door.

Song Tingran returned to the kitchen and added a lot of firewood to the stove, hoping that Qiao Jinshu would eat it quickly.

When the pot was turned on, steaming steam floated out. Song Tingran took out the potatoes through her sleeves and peeled them carefully.

Mash the potatoes into mashed potatoes in a bowl, add a small amount of grated carrots and chopped green onions.

Add an appropriate amount of flour and eggs, a little salt, stir evenly, and start frying the potato pancakes in hot oil.

The aroma of potato cakes spread, and Song Tingran filled the plate with satisfaction and took it to Qiao Jinshu's room.

"Jinshu, come on, come on, the potato pancakes are very fragrant."

Potato cakes

The color looks very good. Qiao Jinshu likes to eat all kinds of cakes.

As soon as Qiao Jinshu took a bite, his chopsticks fell on the edge of the bed. Before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he said inarticulately: "Here we go again, I'm going to die..."

Yu Jing quickly checked again and said that this time it was a sign of labor, but because he sat on the ground, the position was not good.

"Cook a bowl of medicine to induce labor. It will go more smoothly."

Shi Yan left immediately. When Qiao Jinshu heard that he wanted to take medicine, he bared his teeth and shouted, "Can I not take medicine? I can give birth on my own."

Yu Jing was anxious, because Qiao Jinshu was using excessive force and it would tear.

"Mr. Qiao, listen to me. I ask you to use force. If you use force, please don't move around."

Song Tingran took Qiao Jinshu's hand, touched his face, and kept comforting him. He also felt that things were becoming simpler and he was gradually unable to do what he wanted.

"My wife, am I...dying?"

"No, no, nothing will happen to you and the child. Don't think about it."

"Then I'll take another bite of potato pancakes to see if they still taste..."

Song Tingran broke off a small piece and slowly put it into his mouth. He ate slowly, frowning.

"What's wrong, Jin Shu? Are you feeling uncomfortable again? I'll massage your head. It will feel better."

"It's all so painful and numb, I can't feel anything. The piece of potato pancake you just made is not as big as the one I usually feed Manfu."

"..."

Not long after, Shi Yan came with medicine. He kept blowing it for fear of burning Qiao Jinshu.

"Brother, is this medicine bitter?"

Shi Yan smiled, as if coaxing a child, and put a spoon to his mouth to taste, the temperature was suitable.

"It's not bitter at all. I've tasted it for you. Come on, Jin Shuhao, you're not afraid of taking the medicine."

Qiao Jinshu half leaned on Song Tingran, Shi Yan fed him a spoonful, and Qiao Jinshu spit out most of the spoonful.

"Brother, you are lying. This is worse than shit."

Song Tingran took the medicine and threw the spoon aside.

"It's boring."

Everyone present thought it was a word of comfort and persuasion, but they didn't expect it to be these four words. Those who didn't know better thought it was a persuasion to drink.

"My wife, are you serious? If this gets boring, our children will probably spit out bitterness."

Song Tingran was about to give him a test, but as soon as the medicine bowl reached his mouth, Qiao Jinshu's head came close to it.

Gudu, Gudu, drank the bowl of medicine, then grabbed the potato pancake and took a big bite.

Song Tingran stroked his back, waited for him to finish eating, and then slowly helped him lie down.

belch-

Qiao Jinshu burped.

Yu Jing didn't dare to say a word during the whole process. He sat on the side anxiously, watching the oxytocin take effect before starting to deliver the baby again.

Qiao Jinshu went from howling like a slaughtering pig to making an unknown noise in just a cup of tea.

The cry of the child's birth was as loud as before he lost his voice.

"It's a girl. Congratulations to Miss Song. I'm so lucky to have a daughter and a son in one day."

"Thank you. You've worked hard too. Let's go to the dining room and rest for a while."

Yu Jing was not tired, but his ears hurt a little. He thought that in order to deliver the baby, he had left behind several people who were going to take the bullock cart, so he didn't stay any longer.

Chang Yuqiao sent Yu Jing to the door.

"Show me, my boy."

Qiao Jinshu's lips turned white. Looking at the child, he had no energy to hug him. He just said, "It's so ugly." and closed his eyes.

Song Tingran was extremely surprised.

"What's ugly? It's not ugly at all. It's pretty. I'll take the kids to clean it up. You can close your eyes and get some sleep."

"No, you leave the child to my eldest brother to take care of, and you stay with me. Wife, you can't have a child. If you only like the child, you won't like me."

Song Tingran and Shi Yan looked at each other and smiled. He took the child away, and she sat beside the bed to accompany him.

Soon, Qiao Jinshu fell asleep. Song Tingran tucked him in. As soon as he stood up, he found that although he was asleep, his hand was still holding the corner of his clothes and would not let go.

In this case, we might as well not leave yet.

Until Song Tingran was also drowsy by the bedside, Shi Yan quietly opened the door and walked in, and she suddenly woke up.

"Master Wife, it's already mid-afternoon. Let's go to the dining room to have a bite to eat. Staying up like this won't work."

"Bring the food in and eat it, Jinshu can't leave here."

Shi Yan followed his gaze and left the room. When he came back in, he didn't bring food, but a pair of scissors.

Click, click, click.

The piece of clothing that Qiao Jinshu grabbed was cut open. He didn't wake up and there was nothing unusual. They both breathed a sigh of relief and left the room.

Song Tingran kept maintaining the same posture. He was really tired, especially his waist and shoulders, which were in great pain.

"Master Wife, go have a meal, and then you go back to the house to rest. We will take care of Jin Shu and Yu Chen, don't worry."

Song Tingran went to see Xiao Yuchen again. He was also asleep. The tired look on his face gradually faded, and he felt relieved.

"Well, let's have a meal together."

The dining room was not full. It was the first time that there were so few people. Wen Ci and Wen Li were eating on the second floor, while Xiao Yuchen and Qiao Jinshu were still resting.

Now there are only four people in the dining room, Song Tingran, Shi Yan, Chang Yuqiao and Sang Cheng, which seems a little deserted.

But soon, the cries of the two baby babies filled the entire Song family.