Reborn as a Tough Army Wife-Chapter 41: Pregnant?

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Fang Pingying counted the days; it had been about a month since Luo Zhiyong’s leg was put in a plaster cast. The doctor had instructed them to remove the cast after a month, so now seemed to be the right time.

Going to the hospital, along with a trip to the county to check on Luo Zhiyong’s leg injury, didn’t seem like a special expenditure for the travel fare, Fang Pingying felt it was justifiable.

She then told Luo Zhiyong, "Okay, let’s go tomorrow. We’ll take Honglan with us. After you check your leg, we can look around. This girl Honglan also said she has never been to the county and wants to see it."

"Sure, taking her along is fine." Luo Zhiyong felt relieved when she considered Luo Honglan in everything, after all, he naturally enjoyed seeing his wife get along well with his sister.

He smiled and said to Fang Pingying, "I feel like you treat Honglan even better than your own sister."

"If Fang Xiu was as obedient and sensible as Honglan, I would treat her just the same." Speaking of Fang Xiu, because of the incidents at her parental home and Fang Xiu’s personality, they never really got close.

Moreover, it wasn’t just about not being close; Fang Xiu always looked down on her, always feeling that she was fostered by the Fang Family, who had shown kindness to her, therefore Fang Pingying should act submissively in her presence.

Additionally, Li Yuchun had Fang Xiu rather late in life, inevitably doting and indulging her, cultivating her lazy and vain personality.

In her past life, it was because of this character trait that she ultimately ruined her life.

Thinking this, Fang Pingying sighed softly and said, "Actually, I don’t even ask her to be obedient or sensible; if she could at least consider me as her sister in her heart, I would treat her ten times better."

After hearing this, Luo Zhiyong’s eyes flashed with a hint of sympathy. He looked at Fang Pingying and asked, "When you were with the Fang Family, did they not treat you well?"

"It’s not a matter of being treated good or bad. At the end of the day, it was my parents who raised me. If not for them, I wouldn’t know where I’d be dead by now, I still appreciate them a lot." Speaking of her childhood family, Fang Pingying seemed to revert to her previous life.

In her past life, wasn’t she also like Fang Xiu, spoiled due to vanity, which eventually led to her downfall?

Therefore, when mentioning Fang Xiu, she felt somewhat sympathetic.

She sighed deeply, then continued, "As for Fang Xiu, I do want to treat her well in my heart, but her personality is just so difficult. I think about teaching her to be sensible; she’s married now, and can’t act like how she did in her parental home."

Luo Zhiyong felt that Fang Pingying’s words were indeed correct, and nodded, "Yes, it’s good to mention it. Zhiming’s temper is also not good, and if the two of them continue like this, living together in the future will also be troublesome."

Speaking of Luo Zhiming, his past life was even more chaotic. After moving to the city, he continuously caused trouble for his family, and Fang Pingying was so annoyed she didn’t even want to talk about him anymore.

She tidied up the bed for Luo Zhiyong and said, "Well, let’s not worry about that too much now. You can lie down for a bit. When I came back earlier, I bought a few kilograms of meat, I’ll go prepare it otherwise it will go bad by tomorrow."

After Fang Pingying left, Luo Zhiyong did not sleep.

During these days he was injured, he just stayed at home without exhausting himself; he couldn’t sleep.

He followed Fang Pingying to the kitchen, and saw Fang Pingying cutting the meat, the pieces rather large, not looking like they were intended for stir-frying.

He asked, "Why are you cutting the meat into such large pieces? What are you planning to make?"

Seeing him come along, Fang Pingying smiled and asked, "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

"There’s nothing to do at home, I got enough sleep at night; I can’t sleep during the day." Luo Zhiyong said, smiling, his eyes still on the meat she was cutting.

Fang Pingying laughed, and explained to him, "I plan to cut this meat and make steamed meat with rice flour. This dish can be preserved; we can have a meal per day, and these few kilograms of meat will last us several days."

"How do you make steamed pork with rice flour?" Luo Zhiyong had never had this dish before, as his mother Zhou Yunmei never liked to make such complicated dishes.

Fang Pingying quickly chopped the meat, scooped it into a large sea bowl, took out some seasonings, and then demonstrated, "It’s simple. First, chop the meat into squares, marinate it with soy sauce, salt, cooking wine, and such for an afternoon. Then fry some rice ourselves, grind it into powder with a mill, and finally, after frying the meat until it releases its oil, sprinkle the ground rice flour on top."

Hearing Fang Pingying utter such a long explanation, Luo Zhiyong frowned slightly, "Is this simple? If it’s just fried meat, just cooking it thoroughly in the pan would suffice."

"Don’t you have to put in some effort to eat good food? What’s so exciting about frying meat every day?" Fang Pingying smiled at him, "Also, if it’s just fried meat, a few pounds would be finished in two meals, and then there’d be none left. Preparing it this way, it can last for several days, and it would keep up with the nutrition needs of the whole family."

"Alright, if you say it’s good, then it’s good." Luo Zhiyong nodded, "I’ve never had this steamed pork with rice flour before."

"What, never had it? It’s not something new, many people in the village can make it. I just make it the way my mom does. Has your mom never made this for you before?" Fang Pingying was surprised; steamed pork was not anything unusual, and she thought he might just not know how to make it, not that he’s never had it. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Just as Fang Xiu finished speaking, Zhou Yunmei’s voice came from the yard, "What bad things are you saying about me again? I haven’t made what dishes?"

"Mom, you’re back." Seeing Yunmei entering the kitchen, Fang Pingying smiled at her.

She hadn’t really said anything bad about Zhou Yunmei. Seeing her return, she responded confidently, "Today, I bought a few pounds of meat in town, thinking it won’t keep in the heat, so I planned to make steamed pork with rice flour, which can be kept longer. Everyone can eat for a few more days. Zhiyong said he had never eaten steamed pork with rice flour, so I asked if you had never made it for him before."

Looking at the meat in Fang Pingying’s hands, Zhou Yunmei scoffed, "I’ve really never made this before, it’s too much trouble, especially having to grind the flour. If I have that much time, why wouldn’t I make something else?"

"In that case, I’ll fry some extra rice later and grind more flour. That way, if you want to make it later, you won’t need to grind the flour specifically," Fang Pingying laughed.

"Oh, sister-in-law, your Pingying is really diligent and filial to you. As soon as you mentioned it, she started planning for your future," Fang Pingying had just finished speaking when an unfamiliar woman’s voice came from the yard; immediately after, Luo Zhiyong’s second aunt Qiu Xiu walked into the kitchen.

Fang Pingying and Luo Zhiyong smiled and greeted Qiu Xiu.

Zhou Yunmei glanced at Fang Pingying, then continued Qiu Xiu’s point, "That’s right, she’s diligent in her work, but her temper is not good, too hot."

"Mom," Luo Zhiyong did not like Zhou Yunmei to air their family matters in public. He called out to her.

Zhou Yunmei’s expression darkened, about to speak.

But Qiu Xiu, fearing the mother and son might quarrel, interjected with a laugh to smooth things over, "It’s alright, it’s alright. Pingying is much better than my daughter-in-law; not only does my daughter-in-law have a bad temper, but she also doesn’t do chores and expects me to wait on her all day. Anything slightly unsatisfactory, and she goes back to her parents’ home."

Zhou Yunmei pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked Qiu Xiu, "I heard your daughter-in-law is pregnant?"

Qiu Xiu pursed her lips but had a somewhat proud smile, "Exactly! I only put up with her because she’s pregnant. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have this much patience."

"I remember your son and daughter-in-law only got married just a bit after my Zhiyong; they just became pregnant?"

Qiu Xiu, smiling, pushed her a bit, "Can a pregnancy be fake? We went to the clinic in town, and they said it’s been a month or two."

"It’s barely been two months since the wedding." Zhou Yunmei suddenly pursed her lips, and in a low voice asked Qiu Xiu, "Could it be she was pregnant before the wedding?"

"Don’t talk nonsense." Qiu Xiu scolded Zhou Yunmei, but her smile was extremely smug.

After all, whether it was before or after marriage, her daughter-in-law being pregnant was something to show off.

Zhou Yunmei noticed the smug look on Qiu Xiu’s face. Although she continued to smile, she didn’t comment further, yet her eyes occasionally swept over Fang Pingying’s belly.

Fang Pingying noticed and quickly turned aside.

She thought Zhou Yunmei was being too unrealistic; her Zhiyong’s leg was in a cast, moving even slightly more than usual was difficult, and he had to completely rely on crutches to walk. How could this Luo Zhiyong have a child now?