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As you wished, little one, she shrugged her shoulders and vanished. But you, well, you'll have to endure for ten months.
Yu Chunmiao approached the still-dazed man and cupped his face, saying, "I saw Shi Shushu, and it's confirmed. Congratulations, you're going to be a dad."
Qi Chong wasn't unhappy; he just didn't know how to express his joy. His heart was bursting with happiness, but his facial muscles refused to cooperate.
After a long while, cheerful laughter echoed from the couple's home.
Before long, Qi Chong carried Yu Chunmiao out of the courtyard.
They first arrived at the kitchen, where they found Zeng Yulan and Qi Qin. "Mom, Auntie, Yu Chunmiao is pregnant!" he exclaimed.
He laughed so hard that his chest shook, while Yu Chunmiao playfully hit him, urging him to put her down. "What are you doing?"
Chen Ruolan immediately rushed forward upon hearing "Brother Zheng" and helped Yu Chunmiao down from her son's arms. Then she kicked Qi Chong firmly in the thigh.
"You reckless one! Knowing she's pregnant and still carrying her around like this—if you hurt Yu Chunmiao, I’ll deal with you!"
Qi Chong just laughed off Qi Qin's scolding; it didn’t hurt anyway.
Chen Ruolan turned to Yu Chunmiao with a loving smile. "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Yu Chunmiao shrugged. "Anything is fine; just whatever we usually eat. No need to make anything special."
Chen Ruolan clicked her tongue. "Well then, I’ll take a trip around the village and buy some chickens and ducks. I’ll have Wang Butcher save some meat for me every day."
Zeng Yulan, who was busy chopping vegetables nearby, shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't be too nervous; our family eats well enough as it is. If you ask me, the best nourishment for a woman is the love of a man."
With Qi Chong caring for her so much, she was always cheerful. The baby in her belly hadn’t learned anything yet but had already learned to smile.
Yu Chunmiao also said she wasn’t nervous because Shi Song told her that after eating half of the Zi Xue Wan, her body was strong enough that she probably wouldn’t even experience morning sickness.
That was better than anything else.
Still, the whole family treated her like a treasure. Whenever Qi Chong went into town, he would buy fruits that weren’t available in their village just for her.
Due to her pregnancy in April, she couldn’t accompany Zeng Yulan to pick tea and had to let Qi Yuan and Wu Shengnan go instead.
The tea mountains were near the town; that evening after Zeng Yulan finished picking tea, she borrowed a farmer's pot to stir-fry the leaves.
For ten consecutive days, the three of them returned with several pounds of dried tea leaves.
In the tobacco fields, after four months of busy work, Pei Qingxuan led the farmers in planting tobacco seedlings and took care of pest control, fertilizing, and watering—all preparations were complete as the rainy season arrived.
In the pavilion of the backyard, Zeng Yulan finally enjoyed leisurely days filled with tea tasting and appreciation of nature’s beauty.
By the stone table, the water in the pot began to bubble. She arranged the tea set and started brewing the tea.
Beside her, Yuan Qingmiao had never seen such a Qi Qin and watched with curiosity. Qian Duo Duo lay at her feet. After Qi Rong went to school in the county, the dog became her responsibility. She fed it every day and played fetch with it. The little girl poured all her longing for Qi Rong Brother into the dog, insisting that it lie by her bed even while she slept at night.
Pei Qingxuan took advantage of the quiet moment to read inside, reinforcing his knowledge for the important work ahead—pruning buds, loosening soil, and building a curing barn for tobacco. He needed to consider the local weather and materials when planning the barn.
As he diligently sketched on his drawing board, a waft of tea fragrance drifted in, intoxicating and delightful. This was a scent he had never encountered before, carrying the essence of spring rain intertwined with sunlight; it was tea, yet devoid of any grassy bitterness.
For someone who loved tea, the allure of its aroma was irresistible. He stepped outside, and through the misty drizzle, he saw Zeng Yulan delicately lifting a kettle to pour tea into cups. As she inhaled deeply from the teapot lid with her eyes closed, a smile graced her lips—gentle and poised.
Pei Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly ran into the pavilion, lifting his clothes to shield himself from the rain. "Is this what you meant by Qingming Tea? Why is it called Qingming?"
Those who loved tea often wished to share it with friends. In the entire Qi Family, Yu Chunmiao couldn't drink due to her pregnancy, Qi Chong was a devoted husband who stayed by his wife's side every day, and Chen Ruolan simply didn't like it. It seemed that only Pei Qingxuan could accompany her for tea.
She offered him a rare smile—friendly and gentle.
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