"It’s so annoying, I can’t eat this, I can’t eat that!" Yang Chuxia was genuinely frustrated as she waved her hand to dismiss Xiu’er.
"Why can’t you eat anything? Are you sick?" A voice tinged with concern came from outside the door, and looking up, she saw it was Mu Shaoling.
"How come you’re here?" Yang Chuxia glanced at him, puzzled, "Wasn’t Linhao supposed to be getting treatment for his eyes?" Last time he mentioned ten days, and if she counted the days, the treatment should be starting right now, shouldn’t it?
She had planned to visit the county town to see Linhao once the first three months had passed.
"Cousin-in-law, I’m here," Luo Linhao interjected as he emerged from behind while they were conversing.
"Eh, why hasn’t your eye been treated yet?" At this moment, Luo Linhao was still wearing an eye patch.
Luo Linhao muttered, "I didn’t want to stay in the county town; I’ve come to your place, where no one talks to me there."
"Will his coming here affect the treatment?" She directed the question to Mu Shaoling, but when she turned her head, she saw that Mu Shaoling was looking intently at her.
Yang Chuxia was about to say, "What are you looking at me for, haven’t you ever seen me before?"
But then she heard Mu Shaoling say, "How have you gained so much weight in just over ten days? Your face has gotten round."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia’s retort was caught in her throat; she had been forced to eat double the food every day recently—it would be odd if she hadn’t put on weight.
Then, as if discovering a new continent, Luo Linhao pointed at her and insisted, "Cousin-in-law, Big sister-in-law, you can’t get any fatter! Otherwise, you’ll be heavier than my cousin, and he’s so frail, will he even be able to carry you then?"
"Shut up, you impudent little brat," Yang Chuxia glared at him.
At that moment, Luo Linyu, hand in hand with Yang Xiayun, approached her brother and whispered, "Brother, cousin-in-law is pregnant, Aunt Yang said we mustn’t tell anyone, but you’re not just anyone."
The little girl, still somewhat naive, resembled a doll and spoke in a soft, delicate tone.
Her voice wasn’t particularly low, and everyone sitting there heard her loud and clear. A complex look flashed in Mu Shaoling’s eyes, but it quickly returned to normal.
"Let me take your pulse."
"Sure." Yang Chuxia naturally had no hesitation; having her pulse read by a divine physician would certainly put her more at ease.
Mu Shaoling paused for a moment before withdrawing his hand, "No problem, just be careful these days; you’ve gotten a bit overheated—eat something light."
"Tsk, you’re right; I’ve been drinking health tonics for days until I feel sick. If I wasn’t overheated, that would be surprising," Yang Chuxia shook her head.
There probably aren’t many like her who weren’t suffering from morning sickness but felt nauseated from overeating instead.
"Are you and Linhao going to stay in the small building, or will you stay with my mother?" After pondering, Yang Chuxia asked further.
The front and back small buildings at home were almost completed, but since the interiors were not yet plastered or cleaned, one could not stay there temporarily. If these two were to stay over here, they would have to live in the existing small building.
With Ye Zi’an not at home, it would be inappropriate for them to stay in the same small building. Since Brother An wasn’t at home, she had to be more cautious, even though there wouldn’t actually be any issues, but some people just love to gossip.
Mu Shaoling, unaware that she had already thought so much, was silent for a bit before saying, "Linhao and I will stay in the small building."
"Alright then, I’ll let you have the small building," Yang Chuxia sighed, "Xiu’er, don’t put the stuff away just yet—bring it over to my mother’s later."
"What’s wrong? You don’t want to stay at your mother’s?"
"My mother nags too much, always telling me not to do this or that," Yang Chuxia said resignedly, waving her hand, "Anyway, let’s not talk about this anymore."