[Tutorial] Baozi, go with mom

"Buzzing..." The sound of the turntable turning came from the room.Beads of sweat had already covered her fair forehead, but she was unknowingly enjoying the work in hand.The black pearly eyes reflected the vase blank formed from her hand-this is a birthday gift specially made by Mu glaze porcelain for Giotto.

The clock hanging on the wall is turning every minute and every second, and I don't know how long it has been since the beginning.

Finally, when the pain in the waist was unbearable, Mu Yingci stopped the turntable and stood up from the chair.The hand on the back of the waist allowed her to straighten up a little bit, and her eyes naturally fell on the rounded belly. "Sorry baby, who told you that it will be your father's 30th birthday after a while!" He murmured and apologized to the baby in his stomach.Soon, he sensed that the little guy inside seemed to understand her words, and kicked her stomach lightly with his little feet.

——Really a naughty little guy.

With a helpless smile, she raised her hand and wiped her sweat with her sleeve. Mu Glaze took off the vase that had been successfully drawn from the turntable, put it into a box of about the same size, turned around and walked to the kiln outside the studio, carefully Put the box into the kiln, adjust the temperature... the next thing is to wait.

"Huh~" He breathed a sigh of relief, habitually sat down on the recliner next to the kiln, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and saw that there were many missed calls on it.And the owner of the name is also the future owner of the vase.The expression on his face suddenly became a little heartbroken, and Mu Yingci hurriedly called back the phone, feeling guilty in his heart for some reason... Uh, okay!It should be natural to feel guilty.

Because Giotto forbids her to come to the studio; because she is due to give birth in one month; because Giotto told her not to come to the studio many times before he went on a business trip!

"Beep... click!" The waiting sound of the machine rang halfway, and the phone was connected. "Glaze, you are not in the studio again." The tone of the man on the phone was almost helpless.

Mu Yingci smiled awkwardly, and immediately retorted, "I'm not at home."

"Oh~~~" There is no more text.

Swallowing, Giotto's procrastinating tone made Mu Yingci feel the coolness behind her back, she struggled and continued to smile: "Giotto...I, I, I really didn't, I didn't lie to you!" lied.However, I have to say that this is really what Mu Yingci is not good at, just listening to the pauses and repetitions of her speech can be very clear.

"Then who is the lady I see now?"

The voice from the phone overlapped with the voice from the room.

"...Ugh!" Mu Yingci was stunned, twisting her neck stiffly, and saw Giotto smiling at her with a mobile phone at the window of the studio.That kind of smile... should be said to be 'something is bad'!

then

Glaze was strictly forbidden and warned, and was asked to write a letter of repentance, and was grounded. In the end, it was very embarrassing to be hugged by Giotto all the way back home.It seems that embarrassing Glaze was a form of punishment by Giotto.

It's all because - who makes Giotto reluctant every time?

Therefore, he could only punish her in a small way in a way that could make the woman remember the lesson.

Just like now, shouldn't it be said that glazed porcelain has a thicker skin?This time, she fell asleep directly in his arms! "Hey~" Sighing helplessly, Giotto carefully put the glazed porcelain on the bed in their bedroom, pulled up the quilt to cover her, and stared at the sleeping face—it should be said that she was really tired today Alright.Unable to bear it, she reached out and brushed the hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ears, and lowered her head to kiss that fair forehead.

Giotto now understands how physical and energy-intensive it is to make pottery.

"Hmm... No, it should be light blue..." The glaze on the bed suddenly mumbled, rubbing against the pillow, but didn't move any further.

Even in my dream I was doing pottery.

"Heh~" Giotto couldn't help laughing.It seems that his wife may be more fond of pottery than he is.what to do?It's a bit of a snack.

Now, more than five months have passed since the two of them received their certificates.

When they returned to Japan after Chinese New Year, the ring fingers of their left hands were no longer empty, but were put on a simple silver ring—even though there was no formal wedding between them.

In fact, Giotto also mentioned this aspect, but was repeatedly rejected by the glazed porcelain.What was the reason for the rejection?So far Giotto hasn't asked, neither has Glazed.But...they are still a couple with irrefutable evidence.Those two little red books are ironclad proof.

Looking sideways at the calendar placed aside, there are two days in this month that are circled by glazed porcelain with a red pen.One is his birthday, and the other is the due date two days after his birthday.To be honest, he is really not in the mood to celebrate this birthday now.My nerves were all on this little woman, I was afraid that something would happen when she gave birth... Bah, bah, bah!

So even on business trips, he worked overtime to catch up with the tasks, just hoping that he could return to her as soon as possible.But what I saw was that Glaze was so busy helping him celebrate his 30th birthday, and went to the studio regardless of his instructions, just to make a unique vase for him.Because she said that everything in his office is good, but there are no green plants that can change people's mood and relax when they are tired from work.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that he is more important in her heart!

Still, why did he bother with this question?

Sure enough, human desire/desire is a bottomless pit!

Giotto smiled at his thoughts, shook his head and reached out to turn off the lamp beside the bed, lay down beside Glacier, and gradually fell into a deep sleep with his arms around her.

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Sometimes time just flies by so fast.So fast that you can't pull your nerves back.And interspersed in time, the most naughty thing is 'accident'.Sometimes it's big, sometimes it's small.Sometimes the sudden attack surprises you, or makes you angry, sad... It's not certain.

And all kinds of accidents can be seen everywhere in life.

like now...

"what!!!"

The scream of pain was like a sharp knife piercing into the heart of Giotto who was waiting at the door of the delivery room of the hospital.The fists beside him were clenched tightly, and the expression on his face was also indescribably anxious and self-blaming.Today is not the due date, even his birthday has not yet passed, half a month earlier.It's all because of him... If it wasn't for him not taking good care of the glaze in the supermarket, she wouldn't have been bumped and fell by a frizzy child, causing her amniotic water to break and give birth prematurely.

But now, the glazed porcelain has been in for more than an hour, but there has been no news of it being born.Glazed porcelain screamed in pain and never stopped.

"Giotto don't worry, with Nakul here, your wife will be fine!" Patting his friend on the shoulder, G, who accompanied Giotto to wait for the birth, gave him encouragement.

However, even if Giotto knew that the person in charge of delivering the baby was their specialist doctor from Vengley, so there was no need to worry about skills.But as soon as he heard glaze porcelain's scream of pain, he couldn't help getting nervous. "It hurts...G...Giotto!" Something inside him called out his name.

A string in his brain just broke down, "Glaze porcelain!" The whole person immediately wanted to rush into the delivery room, but was stopped by G at the side.Holding his friend tightly, ignoring the eyes of other pregnant women or other personnel around him, G really had a headache: "Hey, Giotto, calm down. Women give birth like this. Why are you a big man?" It can be near the delivery room! This is Japan, not Italy."

"But the door didn't say that men are not allowed in!"

"This……"

"Ahem, young man, if you are a father-to-be, you can enter the delivery room with the doctor's consent." The kind old woman sitting beside said.

"look!"

"But now the doctor is inside, how do you pass him...!"

"Ka~" The next words were abruptly planned.

Giotto and G's argument is interrupted by the door of the delivery room being opened from the inside.Nakul in a white coat appeared angrily at the door, "Giotto, get out!" He strode up to Giotto, grabbed his collar and threw him into the delivery room.

"Glaze...Glaze!" Feeling distressed, he rushed directly to the bedside in the middle of the delivery room, Giotto grabbed Glaze's hand, and found that it was actually so cold.His white forehead was covered with sweat, and his face became pale because of the pain. He was panting heavily, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I made you suffer..." As if repenting, I lowered my head and kissed the cold hand.

Pa~ A red cross was pasted on the forehead after seeing such a scene, "Beng~" kicked his boss's ass mercilessly, "I asked you to come in to encourage, what are you talking about!" Nakul, who has a bad temper, is almost pissed off by the BOSS he once worshiped.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Suddenly realizing the purpose of his coming in, Giotto grasped Glacier's hand and warmed her up, "Gainci, don't be afraid, I will always be with you, so you have to work hard!"

"...En." Nodding with some difficulty, he wanted to smile so that Giotto wouldn't worry about her so much, but the wave after wave of pain came again "Ah..."

"The cervix has been opened enough, Dr. Nakul," the female doctor said in surprise.

This sentence also gives hope to those who are indoors.

"Okay!" Nakul came to the other side of the glazed porcelain bed, "Ma'am, listen to me...take a deep breath, take a deep breath...that's right, then use some force on your buttocks, lift it up...OK...then use force! "

"En!" Nodding her head, the current glaze porcelain can only do her best to follow the doctor's instructions, and try her best to ensure that she is still awake.

"Strength!"

"Well!"

"Quick, see the child's head."

. . . . . .

at last

"Wow~~Wow~~~" Ten minutes later, the loud cry of the baby filled the delivery room.Baozi was born.

The female doctor immediately took the hurried cotton cloth and hugged the child, "It's a boy."

"No wonder, it's not the boy's fault for tossing her mother like that!" Without any politeness, Nakul took the scissors aside and handed them to the joyful Giotto, "Go and cut the umbilical cord, Boss."

"Ugh?"

"Oh what! Cut the umbilical cord!"

His tone was full of disgust.

So, the sudden change to such a relaxed atmosphere is really...

"Heh~" Glaze couldn't help laughing.Looking at Giotto who was still holding the scissors and didn't react, she had never seen him so dumb.

Seeing this, "Mrs. BOSS, actually... our BOSS was a piece of trash before the age of 15! The kind that would fall on flat ground." It was definitely intentional to break the news, and Nakul opened the door to the smiling glaze mouth.

"Hey, Nakul!" His face was flushed.

Glacier felt that this sentence was still credible, and looked at Giotto's murmured opening: "Really? I fell on the ground..." The smile on his face couldn't be stopped, although he was a little weak but Not even fainting.

Feeling deflated, "Don't listen to Nakul's nonsense, glaze porcelain, he didn't know me at that time." Anxiously, he argued, after all... black history and so on cannot be known by his own wife.It's really embarrassing.

"Tsk tsk~" Nakul shrugged embarrassingly, walked around to Giotto's side, pushed him to the baby, took the baby from the female doctor's hand, and stuffed it into Giotto's arms.It's so funny to see him scrambling for fear of hurting the child, which makes him very happy.He made a gesture to the umbilical cord, "Come on, cut it quickly. Madam is still waiting to see the baby. Besides, I have to clean your son from here and check his body."

"Oh." It's rare to be silly, holding the scissors and looking at the little red blob in his hand that has stopped crying-this is his child with Glaze, his bloodline... really has a very magical feeling.

"Kacha" cut the umbilical cord, wrapped the child in cotton cloth, and sent it to Glaze's side.

Looking at the expression of glaze gazing at the child after hugging him, I feel... my heart is overflowing with a warm current.

This is... the feeling of home!

"Jizong."

Giotto heard the glaze slowly say the word "what" and didn't react for a while.

"Heh~" kissed the baby's chubby little face, and glazed porcelain looked at Giotto, "Isn't Giotto's Japanese name Sawada Ieyasu? Then Sawada Yoshimune~ let's name him that."

"Sawada... Yoshimune..." murmured out the name Giotto put his arms around his wife and children, "Okay! It's really a good name."

"I hope Ji Zong can grow up healthy and happy."

The author has something to say: Thus, Baoziti was born.

Some people may say it too quickly, but... Ah Wu thinks.If Baozi doesn't make a sound, how can we go on honeymoon!Cough~ Don't worry, Ah Wu will never think wrong.

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