who called him an onion essence

Yang Cong's waist has grown a lot since he had a cub in his belly for almost five months.

Although Yang Sheng knew that his child would not be too fragile, he was still afraid that the older the month, the more cautious he would be.Yang Cong, who was regarded as a fragile object, didn't bother to persuade him anymore. Anyway, when he was on the bed, he should be flirty and refreshed. It's okay to be watched closely.

He knew how to cook, but now Yang Sheng has learned all kinds of soups for pregnant women, studied the nutritional ingredients, and made a pot of stew for Yang Cong every day.Seeing that Yang Cong didn't like soup, he tried to persuade him again and again: "Drink more, it's good for your health."

"Okay..." Yang Cong felt wronged.

Now the stomach is full of water, and it feels swaying when it moves. The child is quite happy. It is only Yang Cong who suffers from eating so many delicious things.

On the other hand, Qi Kuang was also regarded as a rare animal. Seeing his belly getting bigger and bigger, Cheng Jun asked like a fool, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit? Do you feel dizzy?"

Qi Kuang was so black, he chased him away like a fly: "Go, go! I'm not a woman! Our son is very good!"

"Don't scare Ah Kuang either." The eldest brother of the Qi family sat beside him with a serious face, "I have already ordered doctors to stand by."

Rolling his big eyes at his man and elder brother, Qi Kuang gave up struggling, and was stuffed at home with peace of mind. Every day, he had some soups, medicinal meals, and activity plans...

A few months later, Qi Kuang's child was born, a very beautiful little boy, crying loudly with fists clenched.Qi Kuang really didn't feel any pain, and slept very soundly, even if his son was making noise beside him, he didn't move at all.Cheng Jun naturally took on the important task of taking care of his son, so he was happy no matter how he looked at it.

Yang Cong's belly is much smaller than ordinary people's pregnancy, even smaller than Qi Kuang's.Although he was conceived earlier, because the child gradually developed from spiritual energy to physical body, he still has no child and is still a small one shrunk in his stomach.After returning from the hospital, Yang Cong also felt tired and fell asleep.Yang Sheng changed his clothes for him, stroked his forehead again, and then went to the study to have a video conference with his subordinates.

When Yang Sheng came back to the bedroom, the bed was empty, the quilt was thrown there indiscriminately, and half of it slipped to the floor.He thought Yang Cong woke up to drink water or go to the bathroom, but he didn't see anyone.It stands to reason that it is impossible for Yang Cong to go out by himself, Yang Sheng thought so, and lifted the quilt——

There is a purple onion lying safely underneath, and there is a small bulb near the root, which is round and lovely.

Although Yang Sheng didn't know why Yang Cong suddenly changed back to his original shape, but because Yang Cong had vaccinated him before, he didn't panic at all. He simply picked up the onion and put it in the fish tank that he had prepared earlier in the morning.Because onions only need water and the vase is too small, Yang Sheng found him a fish tank of suitable size and placed it beside the bed in the bedroom.

Before putting the onion down, he touched the little bulb carefully, and when he felt it move, he smiled very happily.

Yang Cong really didn't expect to change back to the onion shape so suddenly. He could hear Yang Sheng rambling, and also felt the comfortable feeling of being put into the water.And after that, Yang Sheng stayed by his side and talked to him. Yang Cong calmed down, focused on cultivation, and continuously sent spiritual energy to the child.

The little bulbs grew up day by day. Although they didn't grow much, Yang Sheng wrote them down and made it into something like a diary.Every night, according to the book, he would move the fish tank to a place near the window, so that one big and one small could bathe in the moonlight until morning.During the day, Yang Sheng would feed the nutrient solution to the onions first, and then read the documents beside him.Yang Cong thought about what he said, so he shook the blade of grass and told him that the child was moving again, so Yang Sheng would put down his work and stare closely at the little one that was hooked around his wrist with the blade of grass.

Because pregnancy consumes a lot of spiritual energy, the closer it is to the birth of the child, the longer Yang Cong will fall into a deep sleep.One night, finally, those faint lights gathered around the fish tank, and the small bulbs moved slowly and began to separate from the mother body.The color on the purple onion became more intense, and it took a long time until the bulbs had completely left and the light was absorbed, before it sank to the bottom of the water and fell asleep.As for the little bulbous root, which is particularly lively, as soon as it was born, it leaned over to rub against Dad, and then noticed Yang Sheng who was guarding by the side, jumping and jumping, and let him spread his palms to catch him.

After a while, the little bulb disappeared and was replaced by a chubby little boy, watching him giggle all the time.

With the experience of taking care of babies, Yang Sheng got started quickly, and at the same time, he had to take good care of Onion, who was recuperating.After a few more days, Yang Cong finally recovered and took human form.They looked at the child lying in the crib and spitting bubbles together, and the joy of being a father for the first time flooded their hearts.

"I still have to name the child." Yang Cong stretched out his hand for the child to hold, making him laugh out of nowhere.

Yang Sheng kissed him on the cheek, then looked down at the bewildered child: "Then call him Mu Cong."

"Is it homophonic?" Yang Cong understood.

"Ah."

"not bad."