good pregnancy

After taking a bath for Dou Zi, it was almost noon, and Chen Xi "took the family with him", and the three of them and one dog went to the next door.

Mrs. Zhang was cooking in the kitchen, and the smell of rice came from here.Uncle Zhang was lying on a rocking chair under the locust tree, with a small square stool next to him. On the stool was an old-fashioned radio.

The old man is an old opera player, not only listening, but also singing, singing along to the radio from time to time, his accent is very accurate, what Chenxi admires even more is that Uncle Zhang can understand the opera.For someone like Chen Xi who seldom listens to songs, listening to opera lyrics is no less difficult than making him understand a dialogue in original English.

Fan Yangyang rushed over, "Grandpa Zhang, I got another star."

Uncle Zhang touched Yang Yang's head with a smile. He and his wife have no children. They treat Chen Xi as their own child. This smart little guy is their grandson. "Is Yang Yang on vacation?"

"Well, school starts in September." Fan Yangyang replied happily.

At this time, Douzi came over. He was very interested in this small box that could make sound. He sniffed it, and his ears were moved by the noisy sound inside.

The old man was curious, "Who shaved Douzi's hair?"

Fan Yangyang rested his small arms on Douzi and complained, "It's Dad."

Chen Xi laughed dryly, "Isn't it inconvenient for me to only have one hand? Wouldn't it be easier to bathe Douzi?"

Fan Yangyang nodded reluctantly. In the past, the beans had thick hairs, and it took a lot of effort just to get them wet, and it was really hard work to wash off the sand in the hairs. "But the beans have become ugly."

Douzi stopped wagging his tail happily, and looked at the little master with tears in his eyes, his heart was broken!

The father and son bickered, and Jiang Mingcheng smiled.

Uncle Zhang looked at the young man in front of him, feeling somewhat familiar, and asked, "Chenxi, is this your friend?"

Jiang Mingcheng bent down and spoke before Chenxi: "Uncle Zhang, I'm Jiang Mingcheng, Chenxi's friend, I'm bothering you today."

Uncle Zhang admired Jiang Mingcheng's respectful and polite attitude, and said with a smile on his face, "Let me call you Xiao Jiang, you don't need to be polite at Uncle's house."

The smile on Jiang Mingcheng's face froze. The name Xiao Jiang was really kind.

"Dinner is ready, the old man hastened to clear the table." Aunt Zhang yelled from the kitchen.

Chen Xi asked Yang Yang to wash his hands, and Jiang Mingcheng stepped forward to help with a wink, and moved the Dafang table under the tree.After Chen Xi moved the scattered stools in the yard, she went into the kitchen to serve the meal, followed by Jiang Mingcheng.

Probably because there were guests, Mrs. Zhang did not steam the vegetables as planned, but fried four dishes. The staple food was steamed rice.

Chen Xi took a piece of bitter gourd for Yang Yang, "Don't be picky eaters."

"Bitter! I don't want to eat it." Fan Yangyang pouted.

Chen Xi patted his head, "Why do you call it bitter melon if it's not bitter? Eat it quickly." Chen Xi thought, knowing that you don't want to eat it, I specially picked it up for you. It tastes much better than traditional Chinese medicine.

Jiang Mingcheng ate in silence. Although such home-cooked dishes were not as refined as in big hotels, the taste was endless and he would never get tired of eating them.After taking a mouthful of rice and chewing, Jiang Mingcheng found that there was also a slice of thinly sliced ​​bitter gourd in his bowl. When he looked up, he found Chen Xi smilingly saying to him, "Eat more!"

Jiang Mingcheng is well aware of Chen Xi's narrow-mindedness. Although he doesn't want to eat bitter melon, since it was picked by Chen Xi, no matter how bitter it is, it will still be sweet.Jiang Mingcheng put the bitter gourd to his mouth and put it in his mouth gracefully, as if he was eating some delicacies from mountains and seas. He enjoyed it very much, and his eyes were fixed on the morning sun.

Chen Xi cursed vixen inwardly, then turned to Aunt Zhang and said, "Ma'am, your cooking is still delicious."

Aunt Zhang was very happy, and said to Jiang Mingcheng, "They are all home-grown vegetables. There is nothing good about them. Don't hold them back."

"Auntie, you are too kind. I like your dishes very much, especially this fried beans with bacon. It goes well with rice." Jiang Mingcheng praised sincerely.

Chen Xi said: "The food cooked by my aunt is so delicious, if he dares to dislike it, let him cook it himself."

Mrs. Zhang nodded, and saw the old man picking up the meat, and knocked on the table. Uncle Zhang shook his hand, and the bacon fell back into the plate.

Chen Xi laughed out loud, "Ma'am, it's fine for my uncle to eat a piece of meat once in a while."

Uncle Zhang looked at his wife embarrassingly, "I'm just greedy, you usually make me a vegetarian, but now you don't let me eat any meat dishes."

"You have high blood lipids, and the doctor won't let you eat meat." Aunt Zhang insisted that she always attached great importance to her husband's health.Last year, Chenxi took the two of them to the city for a physical examination. Her body was fine, but the old man had thick blood fat. The doctor told him to pay attention to his diet and eat light food.

"Ma'am, what the doctor means is not to stop eating meat, but to tell the uncle to eat less oil. Excessive intake of oil is the root cause of high blood lipids," Jiang Mingcheng said with a smile, "In the future, try to cook, steam, and eat as much as possible. Stew or cold salad, eat less fried food, eat lean meat as much as possible, and eat less fatty meat."

Uncle Zhang laughed, "You old woman, see how reasonable what Xiao Jiang said, let me be a vegetarian all day long, won't I become your sheep?" Then he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the piece of bacon.

Aunt Zhang moved faster, holding Uncle Zhang's chopsticks with her chopsticks, "Xiaojiang is talking about boiled lean meat. This bacon is too fat and full of oil. You can't eat it. I'll cook it for you another day."

Uncle Zhang was discouraged, and he didn't know when it would be another day.However, the piece of meat was still taken away by him in the end, and it was just put into the Yangyang bowl.Fan Yangyang put a mouthful into his mouth and chewed and chewed. The more he chewed the savory bacon, the more delicious it became. Uncle Zhang touched the child's head, and the beans that he squatted aside were drooling, wow, he doesn't want to eat steamed buns in broth , it also wants to eat meat, it does not have high blood fat!

After eating and clearing the table, Mrs. Zhang stopped Chen Xi from washing the dishes, saying that she had nothing to do and she would do it later.Chen Xi knew the kindness of the aunt, so she stopped arguing.

Uncle Zhang took out his favorite chess and asked, "Xiao Jiang, will you?"

Jiang Mingcheng said with reservations: "I know a little bit, but I'm not very good at it."

"It's okay, as long as you are good at chess, you can practice chess slowly." Uncle Zhang was very happy when he met his opponents and met good talents.

He doesn't usually go out, and his opponent in chess is Yang Yang, besides the old man Wu who often comes to him.But old man Wu is not good at chess, he often regrets his chess and doesn't say anything, and he likes to play tricks and not admit it when he loses.So he had no choice but to train a small opponent, but this young opponent's chess skills were a little immature, and the young opponent's father was even worse. After playing together a few times, he found that Chen Xi's understanding was not as high as Yang Yang's.

Jiang Mingcheng and Uncle Zhang stared at the chessboard spread out on the floor.Uncle Zhang sawed a piece of wood and painted the lines with Yang Yang’s colored pen. The wooden chess pieces have been used for many years. The red or green paint on the chess pieces has been worn intermittently. Uncle Zhang made the chessboard himself. It is also because the original chess paper has been damaged.Chen Xi once offered to give the uncle a new set of chess pieces, but was rejected. Uncle Zhang thought about the old days, saying that he had used this set of chess pieces for many years and was used to it.

Fan Yangyang leaned on Jiang Mingcheng's lap, propped his chin, and watched the two play chess seriously. When he saw a dangerous opponent, he would involuntarily clenched his fists, but he would not speak out to remind him, because Grandpa Zhang taught him how to watch chess. The language is a true gentleman.

And not far behind him, Chen Xi was chatting with Aunt Zhang, and the old man was talking, but most of the young people these days have no patience to talk to the old man, and they think the old man is nagging.But Chen Xi was able to chat with Aunt Zhang and listen to her talk about some trivial things.

Fan Yangyang was full and sleepy, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep on Jiang Mingcheng's lap.Jiang Mingcheng didn't dare to move for fear of waking him up, so he bowed his waist and moved the chess pieces.

Aunt Zhang looked at it for a long time, and murmured, "Why do I think Yang Yang looks more like Xiao Jiang?"

"Ma'am, what are you talking about?" Chen Xi didn't hear clearly, and followed the aunt's line of sight to see that his son was already asleep, his breathing was long and even, his cheeks rose and fell regularly with his breathing, and he was sleeping very peacefully.

Jiang Mingcheng was afraid of waking Yang Yang up, so he played chess carefully. When he was thinking about the next move, his brows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his eyelashes were drawn down.What I saw from my direction was Jiang Mingcheng's side face. The most prominent thing was his tall nose bridge with a pointed tip and thin nose wings. The more he watched, the more frightened he became. He didn't even hear Aunt Zhang talking to him, and stared blankly at the big and small ones.

After playing for a while, Chenxi said goodbye to Aunt Zhang on the pretext that it was time to drink Chinese medicine.Before the child woke up, Jiang Mingcheng held him in his arms and went out with Chen Xi. Uncle Zhang and Jiang Mingcheng made an agreement to play chess next time.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Mingcheng asked aloud, he was fine just now, why are you silent now.

Chen Xi was in a state of confusion right now, avoiding his probing eyes, and shook her head perfunctorily: "Well, it's okay."

Jiang Mingcheng's doubts deepened. Did Mrs. Zhang tell him anything? "Chen Xi, I thought we were already friends. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me. I'd be happy to listen." Although he wanted to say "We're already * people".

"It's okay, don't think about it, I'm fine," Chen Xi quickly denied, but Jiang Mingcheng was sure that something must be wrong.However, he has to take his time and not rush to force him for a while.

Chenxi opened the door, Jiang Mingcheng put the child on his little bed, Chenxi went back to her room, returned after a while, took out the small bone pillow that Yangyang forgot in his room yesterday, and gently placed it on the child's head under.Fan Yangyang turned over, found a comfortable position and continued to sleep.Seeing that Jiang Mingcheng was puzzled, Chen Xi said softly, "Yangyang recognizes the pillow, if he doesn't sleep on a small bone, he will wake up in a while."

Jiang Mingcheng smiled faintly, "You are such a good father."

Chen Xi looked at his face, and her heart was full of twists and turns. I just met this man last night. At that time, I thought he was a handsome man, but today I compared it with a child in the sun. There are similarities in the facial features of the two. , He couldn't help but wonder, was that person five years ago really him?