Seeing An Jing so happy, Xiao Changyi felt happy too, but said, "Didn’t you promise you wouldn’t lift a finger?"
An Jing: "...Does drawing a sketch of a food processor count as lifting a finger?"
Xiao Changyi actually nodded: "Yes, it does."
"Husband..." An Jing deliberately drew out her words with a look of grievance. She was really too bored and desperately wanted to find something to do.
Xiao Changyi let out a helpless sigh and then said, "This won’t set a precedent."
An Jing immediately became happy again: "Mhm~"
As soon as they got home, Xiao Changyi had An Jing sit next to the desk, then he ground the ink, and An Jing used a brush to draw the shape of the food processor.
The food processor An Jing drew was very simple and quickly finished; her grandfather’s village had one in every household. However, those food processors seemed to be made of stainless steel, while here they had no stainless steel available, only iron could be used as a substitute.
"Husband, this is what a food processor looks like." An Jing excitedly showed the completed drawing to Xiao Changyi. "I also drew the cross-sections; a blacksmith should know how to make the food processor once they see this drawing. It’s very simple."
Xiao Changyi examined the drawing carefully before saying, "Tomorrow, I’ll have Meng Zhuqing taking it to the blacksmith to forge."
Although the structure of the food processor was simple, it would take the blacksmith quite some time to forge it.
When Meng Zhuqing brought the finished food processor to Xiao Changyi, it had already been half a month, and when Meng Zhuqing arrived, he not only brought the food processor but also delivered quite a lot of rosewood.
The rosewood was piled up in the courtyard. To prevent it from getting wet in the rain, Meng Zhuqing helped build a shed over the wood before he left.
It was only the start of the second month, not time to plant cotton yet, so Xiao Changyi first stored away the food processor and then took out tools like planes, chisels, saws, and hammers, ready to use the rosewood to make a cradle for his wife and their two unborn children.
"Husband, can you really make a cradle?" An Jing had not expected that her husband could actually do this.
Xiao Changyi, while planing the wood, replied, "I’ve seen what cradles look like; it’s not difficult."
An Jing chuckled: "I originally thought about not making a cradle and just letting the two children sleep between us."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Changyi was silent for a moment before saying, "Now we certainly need to make the cradle."
"Hahaha..." An Jing suddenly couldn’t stop laughing.
Because Xiao Changyi kept getting distracted caring for An Jing, the pregnant woman, the cradle that could have been finished in one day took him three days to complete.
The bottom of the cradle was curved so that with just a little force, the entire bed would rock back and forth gently. He made a partition in the middle of the bed, dividing it into two areas, suitably fitting for two babies to sleep in their own zones.
An Jing, looking at the finished cradle and touching her big belly, said to the children in her womb with a face full of happiness, "Babies, do you see? Your dad has made you a cradle."
Xiao Changyi, unlike An Jing, didn’t focus his attention on the cradle. Once he was sure it was finished, he went back to planing wood.
Seeing Xiao Changyi planing wood again, An Jing was puzzled and asked, "Husband, why are you planing more wood?"
Without even raising his head, Xiao Changyi said, "To make another one, just in case it breaks."
An Jing instantly found this hilarious, teasing him, "Afraid the bed will break, and I’ll let the two children sleep between us?"
Xiao Changyi really did honestly admit: "Yes."