Chapter 811: Chapter 811 Treating Morning Sickness_1
Hearing what Tong Er’lang had to say, Li Rou stepped into the courtyard, “Better something than nothing.”
According to what Tong Xingda said, the food she and the Qian Family’s and Zhang Family’s meals were prepared each day was fit for pigs, and after being referred to as pig food for so long, she had also come to feel that the meals really weren’t tasty.
Now that Tong Tiehu had brought some food from Qiao Xiaomai, it was nice to have a change of taste.
Her thinking was always simple: as long as Zhang Family’s Tong Xingda and Tong Er’lang Zhu Hongyun were there, all she needed to do was watch them charge into battle from behind the scenes, since she would get a share of whatever the four of them seized.
With this in mind, she took some Dried Sweet Potatoes and a few Mooncakes, turned around, and returned to her own room, leaving Tong Er’lang to simply take the remaining food back to the room he shared with Zhu Hongyun.
“Xiaoyun, do you want to eat Dried Sweet Potatoes or Mooncakes?”
“I’ll have a bit of both,” said Zhu Hongyun rubbing her stomach.
Her belly had already begun to show, and her appetite had increased, but perhaps because of Tong Xingda’s constant refrain about pig food, these days nothing tasted good to her.
Tong Er’lang had previously mentioned taking her to a fancy restaurant, but in reality, they never went; all the silver was given to her brother.
Hungry for something tasty after such a long time, the sight of the food from Qiao Xiaomai uncontrollably made her mouth water.
Tong Er’lang took a plate, grabbed a plateful of Dried Sweet Potatoes, and handed her two Mooncakes.
After consuming a plate of Dried Sweet Potatoes and two Mooncakes, the insipid taste in her mouth faded away.
She didn’t vomit either.
In the past, she would feel nauseous eating anything, and even if she didn’t end up vomiting, her stomach would be tumultuously uncomfortable.
Seeing that her complexion was normal, Tong Er’lang couldn’t help but feel delighted, “Looks like it’s really because the food at home isn’t tasty!”
Zhu Hongyun nodded vigorously, “Exactly!”
“Then let’s keep all this stuff on our side, and you can eat whenever you’re hungry,” Tong Er’lang suggested cheerfully.
“Just eating these things?” Zhu Hongyun rolled her eyes at the suggestion, “Who fills up on Dried Sweet Potatoes? That’s what poor penniless people do when there’s no rice or flour at home.”
“So what do you suggest?” Tong Er’lang blinked before a look of difficulty appeared on his face, “You’re not thinking of having Qiao Xiaomai cook for you every day, are you?” Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs n0velfire.net
“Why not?” Zhu Hongyun retorted, patting her belly, “This is the first child for both of us. Are you going to just watch as your wife and child suffer?”
Watching Zhu Hongyun suffer certainly didn’t feel good.
But asking Qiao Xiaomai to cook for Zhu Hongyun every day…
Even if he begged on his knees, Qiao Xiaomai might not agree, right?
Seeing that Tong Er’lang had fallen silent, Zhu Hongyun couldn’t help but scold, “Useless! Spineless!”
Tong Er’lang blinked again, unable to help but think that this had nothing to do with him being spineless…
With Qiao Xiaomai being unreasonable and Tong San’lang’s superior Martial Arts skill supporting her, what could he do?
“Go to Grandpa, tell him that if this continues, the child in my belly won’t make it,” Zhu Hongyun said.
The pressure was immense.
However, looking at Zhu Hongyun’s now visible belly, he bit the bullet and resolved to beg. Perhaps if he knelt down, wept and pleaded, Tong Tiehu wouldn’t just watch his unborn grandchild suffer.
With this thought, the next morning after breakfast, he pulled Tong Tiehu into the room he shared with Zhu Hongyun.
For breakfast, Zhu Hongyun still ate Dried Sweet Potatoes and Mooncakes, and had a few pieces of Fried Bacon that was not prepped yet, without throwing up.
Accompanying his request with a careful smile, Tong Er’lang tentatively brought up his plea—not to ask for three meals a day, but even just one meal would be good.