Barton’s eyes followed the furball up and down, looking both cute and silly.
Aunt Zhou was a bit puzzled, "Madam, haven’t you started eating a bit recently? Why don’t you want it again?"
Although she ate very little, sotis just a bite, she did eat each ti.
Nan Wan teased Barton, a gentle smile on her face, "Still feel nauseous, I haven’t really wanted to eat much lately."
Aunt Zhou didn’t ask further, "Oh, okay."
Zhao Ying from upstairs walked into the bedroom, not starting with tidying up the dirty clothes they had changed out of but directly lifting the bedding on the bed.
The wrinkles were few, very clean, unlike that chaotic morning she had once seen.
The woman usually seduces the husband; isn’t it unusual that nothing happened on their wedding night?
The closing door sound in the early morning shouldn’t be Aunt Zhou.
Did they have a fight...
She looked at the big bed, deep in thought.
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At this point, combining breakfast and lunch into one al, Nan Wan put down her chopsticks, took a sip of water, and said to Aunt Zhou, "I have a night shift today, have so errands in the afternoon, and won’t co back for dinner once I leave."
Aunt Zhou walked out from the kitchen, wiped her hands on her apron, handed the tissue box by the corner of the dining table to Nan Wan, and asked, "Will Mr. Barton have dinner at ho?"
Nan Wan casually took a tissue, gracefully wiped her lips, her expression calm as usual, "I don’t know, he’s been busy with accumulated work; you should call and ask him."
Aunt Zhou didn’t notice anything between them, but privately she hoped their relationship would improve because ever since she discovered Zhao Ying’s improper thoughts, she feared the couple might have friction, giving Zhao Ying the chance to take advantage.
Collecting dishes and utensils, she suggested, "Madam, where will you be in the afternoon? If Mr. Barton can’t co back for dinner, should I pack it and bring it to you, so you can take it to Mr. Barton’s office and eat with him?"
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan paused her hand movents, then smiled, "I’m helping grandma move house, probably won’t have ti, and taking it back and forth is a hassle. If he doesn’t co back, the company’s secretary and assistant will order food for him, no need to worry."
"I see, but eating outside all the ti is bad for your health," Aunt Zhou responded, but suddenly thought of sothing, her worrying nature couldn’t stay idle, "Madam, moving such labor-intensive tasks, you shouldn’t be doing with your current condition."
Nan Wan stood up from the chair, walked towards the living room, "I won’t be doing any heavy lifting, just helping grandma sort out so small items, it’s fine."
Barton was right by her feet, wagging his tail, pacing back and forth.
Aunt Zhou didn’t insist further, carefully wiping the dining table, "Alright then."
Was she making a fuss over nothing?
In her previous workplace, after the lady got pregnant, even getting a glass of water was served by soone else, let alone going to work.
All the sa high-class ladies, but such a big difference.
After changing clothes upstairs, Nan Wan happened to run into Zhao Ying who was coming out after cleaning the study room.
Seeing her all dressed up, Zhao Ying asked, "Madam, are you going out?"
Nan Wan closed the door, glanced at her, her voice even, "Mm, sothing up?"
Zhao Ying approached, her manner was proper, her voice filled with concern, "No, my mom said eating the Four Red Soup is great during pregnancy, I was thinking of making it for you tonight."
Such kind intentions, Nan Wan couldn’t afford, she casually walked down the stairs, a faint smile on her face, "It’s rare for you to be considerate, but I have a night shift today, won’t be back for dinner, maybe another day."
Night shift.
Which ans, she won’t be ho all night...
Zhao Ying felt a surge of joy inside, but outwardly kept her composure, followed Nan Wan downstairs, her voice growing more respectful, "Alright then, please be careful on your way."
Nan Wan gave a faint "Mm," changed her shoes, and headed out the door.
After seeing the door completely close, Aunt Zhou spoke up, "Xiao Zhao, didn’t you say your mom passed away?"
She was in the living room and couldn’t have misheard.
A hint of panic flashed across Zhao Ying’s face, her eyes evasive as she awkwardly raised her hand to touch her neck, "Oh... that... I... I misspoke, it was my aunt who told ."
Aunt Zhou looked at her, unable to tell if she was telling the truth, but the Four Red Soup is indeed beneficial for pregnant won.
Only after a few seconds did she say, "Madam doesn’t like red dates. If you intend to cook it, just add peanuts, red beans, and brown sugar."
Zhao Ying absentmindedly replied, "Okay."
Thinking to herself: Whether that woman is pregnant or not is still hard to say...
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