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Mrs. Chun Shao, who was two months pregnant, was wearing a spring shirt, and her eyes were lovingly looking at someone who came back from outside.

Chun Cheng was stunned at the threshold, against the light, couldn't see her picturesque eyebrows clearly, couldn't see clearly the ups and downs hidden in the depths of her eyes, but Zhixiu could feel her heart throbbing with joy.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the two looked at each other. Zhixiu stretched out her hand and called out: "Chun Cheng."

The able-bodied Patriarch Chun suddenly broke free from the complicated and passionate emotions, strode forward with long legs, and floated in front of her like a gust of spring breeze.

Holding that slender hand, her eyes were slightly hot, her eyes fell on the graceful figure of her sweetheart, and on her belly that was pregnant with a small life, her throat choked up: "I am pregnant in October, I will have to work hard for Xiuxiu."

The servants did not dare to disturb this warm and affectionate scene, and retreated quietly.

Zhixiu hugged her dependently: "It's not hard, I'm happy with it."

Now that she is pregnant with the flesh and blood of this person, looking at the person she loves again, her beautiful eyes are dizzy with joy that has no place to rest, and love overflows from the end of her eyes uncontrollably: "If you really pity me, just kiss me, How are you?"

This gentle and lingering kiss not only soothed Zhixiu's heart about becoming a mother, her lips and tongue lingered, and her breath blended together. Chuncheng finally felt down-to-earth reality—she had a child, and she and Xiuxiu share the same blood!

The red lips were full of water and light, and Zhixiu leaned softly in her arms, listening to Chuncheng's heartbeat again and again, she stabilized her mind, and softly teased: "Why are your hands still shaking?"

"Is there?" Chun Cheng smiled lightly and hugged her waist tightly, tenderness and sweetness flowed into Zhixiu's ears a little bit into his heart: "Xiuxiu, you only saw my hands trembling, did you see that I was trembling for you? Crazy heart?"

"I see." The heartstrings were stirred again, and the emotion fermented, hitting her heart arrogantly and domineeringly.

Affection swayed violently in her eyes, and gorgeous and charming flowers bloomed from her comforted soul. Zhixiu's throat overflowed unconsciously with a light gasp, and the tips of her ears turned red: "If..."

"what?"

"If the child born is not good-looking, don't you really like it?"

"..."

She didn't speak, but blinked blankly, Zhixiu shyly shook her arm and urged, "Say it."

"Say... say what?" Chun Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud, and then the laughter was out of control.

Seeing her bending over with a smile, tears even streaming down her cheeks, Zhixiufang realized that she had asked a stupid question: How could her and Chuncheng's child not be good-looking?

With no worries, she bit her lower lip with embarrassment, her face was stern, her earlobes were so gorgeous that they seemed to bleed: "Laugh, laugh if you want, I'll go first."

"Don't go!" Chun Cheng's eyelashes were wet with tears, and he held her slender wrist with a smile. He still looked a little unscrupulous, but his words were extraordinarily gentle: "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

I really want to eat.Zhixiu thoughtfully pinched the handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the embarrassment of being teased dissipated in the spring breeze of March. She bent the corners of her lips: "If you want to eat twelve flavors, can you make it too?"

There are four seasons in a year, and the top chefs in the four seasons interpret the world scene with three dishes.The full name of Twelve Flavors is Twelve Flavors of Delicacy. It is a famous dish in Fengyang City that was carried to a hundred gold in the previous life. Zhixiu has tasted it once in the past 18 years, and the memory is unforgettable.

Asking this question made things difficult and coquettish, she looked at Chun Cheng expectantly, hoping that Chun Cheng would give her a surprise.

The reason for making things difficult and looking forward to it is that Chun Cheng never disappoints her.

Chun Cheng did not disappoint her.She couldn't bear to lose the breathtaking light from Xiuxiu's eyes.

Her jade-like knuckles hooked Zhixiu's jaw, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, no matter how bad she looked, she rubbed her lips softly with her thumb, she smiled: "Xiuxiu will be embarrassing."

It's unbelievable that the daughter of a wealthy family knows the twelve flavors.Zhixiu sighed in her heart, her eyes were still shining brightly, she looked at her with admiration: "It's okay, then don't eat twelve flavors, and you can do other things."

"However..." Chun Cheng stared at her opening and closing red lips, pecked at the corners of her lips excitedly, stepped back half a step, with a smile on his face: "It's embarrassing for others, but for me, it's just very embarrassing." Two flavors."

Zhixiu's eyes opened brightly: "You will?"

It's rare to see her acting like a spoiled child for the sake of stuttering, facing a great opportunity to fight for family status, Chun Cheng cleared his throat, raised his chin slightly, and looked proud: "I will do whatever you like!"

Twelve flavors of delicacies are complicated and expensive, and it took three hours to prepare the ingredients.

For the sake of his lovely wife, Patriarch Chun took off his suit and put on an apron, and held the kitchen knife with the hand holding the pen. The knife fell on the cutting board and made a rhythmic muffled sound. If you want to make twelve flavors, handling the ingredients is the first hurdle.

Hands need to be steady, knife skills must be good, twelve flavors pay attention to the beauty of color and fragrance, not only the taste must change in four seasons, but also the color and appearance must conform to the beauty of the four seasons.

Miss Chun, who has regained her health, is not as skilled in martial arts as in her previous life. In the past, the hand holding the knife was used to chop vegetables, and it was not difficult for her.Besides, all the big words have been uttered, so if you can't do it, you have to do it!

Grabbing the brocade handkerchief and wiping her sweat, thinking of Xiuxiu who was waiting happily, she helped her waist and continued to work.

The twelve delicacies symbolize the twelve scenes of the four seasons in the world.

It is thanks to Chun Cheng who rescued an old gentleman during his youth study tour that he was able to cook a table of time-consuming and labor-intensive delicacies for Xiuxiu today.

The old gentleman is the royal chef of the imperial court who has returned from his old age. He has superb cooking skills and knows how to repay her kindness. He wholeheartedly wants to repay her for saving her life.At that time, Chun Cheng still felt overwhelmed by being entangled after saving someone.

Later, I learned that she was from Fengyang, and Fengyang people are notoriously gluttonous, the old man's eyes lit up.

The predecessor of Twelve Flavors came from the palace. As a thank you for saving his life, he spent three days improving the recipes of Twelve Flavors on the basis of Fengyang people's taste. Demonstrate how to explain.

There is no reason to be contemptuous of the kindness of others, and she is talented and curious, and she has learned the improved delicacies and twelve flavors in a short period of time.

After repaying his kindness, the old man wanted to accept his apprentice, but was rejected, left the recipe with a sigh, and walked away.

With a peck and a drink, who would have thought that the famous daughter of the Chun family would one day sweat in the kitchen and wield a knife in order to make his wife smile?

The ingredients were put into the pot, and the aroma wafted far away. Zhixiu, who was sitting in the dining hall waiting, smelled the smell in her memory, and couldn't help but walked out.

In Dachun's house, a strong aroma wafted from the front yard and backyard with the wind. On this day, shopkeepers and chefs of many restaurants in Lingjing lingered outside the door.The fragrance spread farther and farther away, which attracted the greed of many people.

A table of delicacies, twelve beautiful scenery, is the simple romance that Chuncheng bestows on Zhixiu.

Look at spring, listen to summer, ask about autumn, and hear about winter.Corresponding to the theme of the four seasons, delicacies were presented on the long table one by one. Before changing out of the apron, Chun Cheng rubbed his hands and handed the bamboo chopsticks to her palm: "Have a taste?"

You don't need to taste Zhixiu to know that this is the twelve flavors, perhaps even more authentic than the twelve flavors she spent a hundred gold to taste that year.No, not maybe, but definitely.

This is what Chun Cheng personally cooks for her.

"Why don't you eat?" Chun Cheng's original self-confidence was about to be overwhelmed, even if the old man boasted wildly that day, he couldn't answer affirmatively like his sweetheart.

She didn't care about those people blocking the door begging to see her, her eyes were eager: "Let me feed you!" If you don't eat the food, it will be cold!How can she embody her amazing culinary skills when it's cold!

All kinds of care, reliability that never disappoints, full sense of security, delicious taste that melts on the tip of the tongue, Zhixiu was moved to tears by her.

Pregnant women are emotionally sensitive and love to cry at every turn. Chun Cheng had already prepared for this.But no matter how much preparation she made, instead of making people happy, she would cry. She was at a loss, and she wanted to cry in panic. She tremblingly said, "Is it that unpalatable?"

"It's delicious." Zhixiu implicitly urged her to continue feeding.

Chun Cheng forced back the tears welling up from his eyes, with a dazed expression: Is it delicious enough to cry?

After a meal, the sky was groggy.The 'gluttons' who surrounded Chun's house refused to leave, but the housekeeper came forward and explained that the twelve flavors were a gift from the head of the house to his wife and would never be sold.

For a while, some people envy, some people regret.Within three days, the reputation of Patriarch Chun doting on his wife spread throughout Lingjing.

With a pregnant woman in the family, Chun Cheng's life has undergone earth-shaking changes.He is so busy every day that he does not touch the ground. In addition to handling business, he also has to accompany his wife to recite poems and paint.

As the month progresses, Zhixiu's lower abdomen swells and her body becomes heavier. Because of her pregnancy, her appearance becomes more mature and charming.Every frown and smile is even more beautiful than when she was a girl.

The sun shone in through the window sills and sprinkled on her black hair.

At that time, Zhixiu was dressed as a woman from the previous family, with white jade hairpins on her hair, simple and clear makeup, sitting gracefully and gracefully in front of the window, raising her hands and feet, and the ancient rhyme overflowed with the fragrance of poetry, books and ink.

Those talking eyes looked at one place, with deep affection, Chun Cheng raised his eyes and smiled at her, waving the five strings, the melodious sound of the piano, as if returning to the distant Fengyang.

They returned to the way they first met that year, the unrestrained Miss Chun in women's attire, wide-sleeved robes, and picturesque eyebrows.In the past, she sat on horseback to rescue her in distress, but today she plays the piano and sings, and is the love of her life.

The well-known daughter-in-law, the versatile master of the spring family, with a gentle heart, accompanied his wife to spend the spring full of vitality and the summer full of lotus leaves.As she promised, as long as Zhixiu likes it, she will.

Know how to do, know how to learn, love you more every day than yesterday, stick to the line of defense in your heart, put your sweetheart's body as the most important thing, and let go of those charming desires.

He would hear his wife's uncomfortable snoring at night, wake up immediately, get up obediently, and take good care of her.

Her responsibility and commitment, love and patience have given Zhixiu strong support and reliance, and also brought a heavy happiness to a woman.

In November, it was almost time to give birth.

After sending off the couple Yunyang in the morning, Wang Ling and Zhou Wan came to the door in the afternoon, bringing many interesting things for children.

Working desperately, Wang Ling saved a decent family business by virtue of her ability, crossing the business world, and achieved today's results. She is grateful for the kindness of the Chun family.In addition to kindness, I also cherish Zhixiu as a friend.

Seeing Zhixiu with a big belly, Zhou Wan was surprised and said with a smile: "I just met Chun Cheng, how long has it been? Why is he thinner than when we came last time.

On the other hand, Axiu's appearance is watery, and her complexion is even worse, like a glamorous fairy who has cultivated for thousands of years. He said, what did you do to poor classmate Chun? "

Referring to these Zhixiu subconsciously stroking her swollen belly, and thinking about Chuncheng's meticulous care, she sighed softly: "This pregnancy has really hurt her."

"It's like how easy it is for you, no matter how much he does for you, it's not you who gave birth to the child in the end?"

As the first person in dormitory 308 to get married and have children, not to mention Zhou Wan felt distressed when she saw her. Wang Ling and Chen Deng came to visit her almost every now and then. Who wouldn't feel distressed for such a delicate and beautiful woman?

Zhixiu smiled lightly: "In your hearts, am I actually someone who can't bear hardships?"

Knowing that she is tough and loves Chun Cheng very much, Zhou Wan frowned: "I have seen other pregnant women, but their belly is not as big as yours? I am worried about you..."

Since ancient times, giving birth to a woman is tantamount to passing through the gates of hell. During this period of time, Zhou Wan couldn't help being terrified when she saw the news of those pregnant women who had dystocia. Axiu's pregnancy looks difficult.

She glanced at Wang Ling, and when she was about to speak, Wang Ling's face changed slightly.

Following her gaze, Zhou Wan turned pale with shock: "Axiu...Axiu, what's wrong with you?"

"Maybe... it's about to give birth..."

The door was slammed open, Zhou Wan ran out and stared at Chun Cheng, who was guarding the door, with trembling lips, "I'm going to give birth!"

After waiting for a long time, it finally came to this day. When he heard that he was about to give birth, Chun Cheng's first reaction was not to be happy, but his legs were weak.

The midwife who was raised in Chun's house walked into the room methodically, the door was closed, and hearing the cries of pain coming from inside the door, Chun Cheng's eyes darkened and he almost fell down.

Gui Niang helped her steady: "Young master, it's fine, young lady is auspicious, the Chun family will do more good deeds, mother and daughter will be safe."

Chun Linsheng paced aside, emphasizing repeatedly: "Yes, it will be fine, it will be fine..."

Chun Cheng's face lost all color, all she could think about was Xiuxiu who was lying in bed suffering, how could she listen to what other people said?

A heart-piercing cry came out, and her heart tightened, she felt that someone had stabbed her heart so hard that she lost her reason in pain.She waved away the spring flowers and apricot blossoms in front of her, and went straight to the door!

"Master?"

"Homeowner!!"

She broke in suddenly, and the midwives were dumbfounded: "You, why did you come in?"

Zhixiu's face was pale, her temples were wet with sweat, and when she saw the person who barged in, she slowly held out her hand, and a bright and moving smile bloomed on her beautiful face: "Chun Cheng, your hands... are so cold, they are all covered with cold... Cold sweat, why...don't you wait for me outside?"

We have been together so far, how has Chun Cheng seen her so weak?Tears flowed down: "How else should I wait? Xiuxiu, if you wait any longer, the baby will not be born. I'm afraid I'm going to die..."