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Chapter 1517: Spring
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jiang Yue originally wanted to stay with her family to celebrate the New Year, but because she was pregnant, they did not let her stay up for too long with them. They even let Xue Yan accompany her back to her room early.
However, it was so lively outside. The children were still laughing and jumping outside. There were also the sounds of villagers rushing to each other’s doors and setting off firecrackers from time to time. It was estimated that it would only get better after midnight. Even if Jiang Yue was a little sleepy, she could not fall asleep when she returned to her room.
Since she couldn’t sleep, she didn’t go to bed. Instead, she sat on the sofa bed. It was already warmed up by Xue Yan.
After Jiang Yue sat on it, Xue Yan even brought a blanket over and covered her legs. Immediately after, Xue Yan also came up and sat behind her. They shared the same blanket, one hand holding her, the other hand flipping through a book on parenting on the table.
This book was taken back from the apocalypse.
There were so many children at home, so he had read this long ago to learn how to deal with children. In fact, there was no need to read this, but he still read it very seriously.
The feeling of being a father was indeed different than taking care of a nephew — it was novel and nervous.
Although Jiang Yue did not care about this book, Xue Yan was reading it so seriously that she would glance at it from time to time. She was peeling a banana and looking at it.
She took a bite and then passed it to him. Xue Yan took a bite and ate it. Just like that, they finished the banana.
“There’s still chicken soup on the stove for me. I don’t want to drink that anymore. You can drink it for me later, lest the others see it and think that I didn’t drink it and send it over.” she said. Ever since she got pregnant, her family would give her chicken soup every day.
“That’s stewed with an old hen, it’s very nourishing,” said Xue Yan with a smile.
“I’m tired of drinking it every day.”
“That’s true. But if I put on weight, will the others find out that I secretly drank it for you?”
“I haven’t seen you gain any weight for so many years. The possibility is not high. However, if you can really gain some weight, your family will definitely be very happy.”
Now, Xue Yan’s figure was still on the thin side.
“Fine. You win.”
Roughly a few minutes later, Xue Yan sneaked into the kitchen and helped Jiang Yue drink that chicken soup. He rinsed his mouth again before coming back.
When he came back, he saw Jiang Yue lying on the bed, asleep.
Now, the sound of firecrackers outside had become softer, and they would only occasionally be set off. It was no wonder that Jiang Yue could fall asleep. However, when spring began, every household would set off firecrackers to welcome the spring. The house had also prepared a large firecracker waiting to be set off. At that time, regardless of whether they were sleeping soundly or not, they would be woken up.
Therefore, Jiang Yue should get some sleep before she wakes up again.
However, sleeping on the sofa bed was uncomfortable, so he walked over and picked up Jiang Yue.
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Although Jiang Yue hadn’t woken up yet, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Even when he had placed Jiang Yue on the bed, Jiang Yue still wrapped her arms around his neck.
He took off his boots and lay down on the bed.
He then pulled the blanket over him and Jiang Yue.
Slowly, even though the other rooms in the house were still very lively, he also fell asleep.
It wasn’t until spring time arrived that Jiang Yue and Xue Yan woke up again. Yifu was the one that went to the courtyard and set off the firecrackers.
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