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  In the afternoon, Qin Fang bought all the ingredients for the hot pot, and by the way, he brought back the chef of the only hot pot restaurant in the county. It is said that he hired him to cook hot pot here at the price of 1,000 yuan a day. The reason is because he thinks that if he only buys hot pot ingredients and comes back, the task of making hot pot will mostly fall on him, and even if it is bad, he will have to wash vegetables and cut vegetables. As a doctor with work ethic and professional pride, he steadfastly resists holding a kitchen knife in the same hand that holds a scalpel.

  Han Xiaoye gave him two words - hypocritical!

   Qin Fang was so angry that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

  The county town of Laoshan is a small town, but the hot pot made is very authentic. The cook quickly fry a pot of hot pot ingredients, and the fragrance of the ingredients can be smelled by the whole village. The Ye family took out the stick bones bought at noon, boiled a pot of broth, and began to boil it with hot pot ingredients.

  In order to eat, Han Xiaoye actively and quickly helped to wash and cut vegetables, and Sister Ye was also helping.

Fu Zhiyan was injured, of course there was nothing he could do. Fu Xiaojiu, Ye Ziyu, and Fu Muye were all assigned jobs by Han Xiaoye. As for Qin Fang, he insisted that he bought everything and wanted to rest, and was despised by everyone. Be the grandfather aside.

   Soon, the hot pot was cooked, and the soup that had been boiled for three or four hours was extremely delicious.

  Han Xiaoye first poured the juice for everyone and moved his chopsticks.

   "Mmmm, it's so spicy."

"tasty."

   "It's so spicy and delicious."

   Her voice whimpered and she did not forget to chew beef. Qin Fang's saliva came out as he said, and he also took a chopstick, dipped it in the dip, and fed it into his mouth. As soon as he ate it, his eyes lit up, "Delicious!"

The    beef is the authentic mountain beef that the Ye family bought at the place where the cattle were killed at the entrance of the village.

  Others put down their restraint and put down their chopsticks one after another.

  Fu Xiaojiu put a piece of beef in Ye Ziyu's bowl, let him try it with a smile, and then put it on himself.

   "Well, it's delicious!" This was the first time Fu Muye gave face like this.

   Sister Ye and Brother Ye kept complimenting them. After all, they rarely eat hot pot once a year, so they are not picky. Even Fu Zhiyan relieved his eyebrows, obviously thinking that the hot pot tasted good.

   Everyone eats together more than one or two people alone. Han Xiaoye accidentally ate a little more, and his belly was bulging. Leaning back on the chair, touching his stomach, and burping, "Emma, ​​it's complete. It's cool."

   The others had almost eaten, but Qin Fang and Brother Ye were the only two men who got in the way. You and I were drinking white wine glass by glass.

  The sun began to set in the west, Han Xiaoye leaned on the chair and admired the beautiful sunset while relaxing. An indescribable sense of happiness flooded her heart.

   At this moment, an extremely uncomfortable feeling surged out of her stomach, and she suddenly sat up and ran outside.

   "Xiaoye, what's wrong with you?" Sister Ye was the first to chase out.

   Fu Muye pushed Fu Zhiyan out the second, Fu Xiaojiu and Ye Yeyu the third...

   "vomit—"

  The chilli tastes good, but when I spit it, it's not good at all. It's as if someone's throat has been poured with hot oil.

   "vomit—"

   His stomach kept rolling, as if to spit out bile.

  What's the matter, is she really vomiting?

  Han Xiaoye can't wait to dig a crack and bury himself, Emma, ​​isn't it too embarrassing? It's not that she hasn't eaten hot pot in her eight lifetimes, but she actually vomited up in front of her children and uncle. She really wanted to put her face in her bag so that it wouldn't be embarrassing to show it. However, she is vomiting faintly now, and she is completely powerless.

   She made such a big noise that Qin Fang and Dad Ye couldn't drink anymore, so they ran out.

   Qin Fang's face was already flushed red, and he was obviously drunk. Seeing Han Xiaoye bent down and vomited wildly, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What's going on?"

   "I, I don't know. She was fine just now. I don't know why Ono suddenly ran out. When I came out, she was already vomiting."

  Fu Zhiyan made an immediate decision, "Is there a hospital nearby? Send her to check."

   "There is a clinic."

  Qin Fang was drunk and could not drive, so Fu Zhiyan called the village chief and asked him to find someone to drive. Soon the driver came. Han Xiaoye had already vomited and turned pale, clutching his stomach, and finally stopped temporarily. He said weakly, "Little uncle, I'm fine, most of the time I've eaten badly. You let me lie down and I'll be fine tomorrow."

   "No, get in the car with me."

   "I'll just lie down."

  Fu Zhiyan said without doubt, "Get in the car!"

  Han Xiaoye had no choice but to get on the bus. He followed him into the car, and Fu Muye also got into the car. Sister Ye sat in the co-pilot to lead the way, while the others stayed at home and waited for news.

  The mountain road was bumpy, and even the off-road vehicle jumped and jumped. Han Xiaoye vomited several times on the road, and finally made it to the clinic.

  The clinic was about to close, but when someone came, it opened the door again.

  A county doctor in a white lab coat let them in speaking non-standard Mandarin.

   Sister Ye helped Han Xiaoye to sit down and said anxiously, "Doctor, my friend ate hot pot in the afternoon. I don't know why he suddenly vomited so badly. Could it be that he had a bad stomach?"

  The doctor helped Han Xiaoye to check her pulse and frowned, "Don't talk yet, I'll check her pulse."

  Which hospital in Beijing still checks the pulse, especially this doctor is wearing a Western-style white coat, which is nondescript. She decided in her heart that this place was unreliable, and she thought about going outside to buy some medicine for a bad stomach by herself, and resolutely did not take this kind of medicine prescribed by the three-no-nonsense doctor.

   "She didn't have a bad stomach, she was pregnant."

   Just when she was thinking about it, the doctor suddenly said.

"pregnant?"

"pregnant!"

"pregnant?!"

   The three said in unison, and Sister Ye was the first to show a happy look, "Ono, that's great!"

The township doctor glanced at her indifferently, "Don't be in a hurry to be happy, I think her pulse is not very stable, it should be that she experienced ups and downs soon after she became pregnant, which affects the child's growth and development. You'd better go to a big hospital. Take a look, take a B-ultrasound to confirm whether the child has any problems."

  Fu Zhiyan clenched his fists abruptly. The time when he was talking about the ups and downs of the little hooligan must be the time when he fell into the river and his whereabouts were unknown. Damn, the little hooligan was already pregnant at that time!

  Sister Ye thanked the doctor, gave the doctor money, and helped the person who was still confused and never returned to the car into the car.

   "Mr. Fu, shall we go back now?"