However, reality could not be changed by will. Ye Zhenzhen tried her best to suck the breast, and her cervix was only opened by three fingers. Moreover, she was gradually exhausted and had no strength left.
"Quick, bring me the ginseng slices."
Aunt Cui was so anxious that she quickly directed the nanny in the delivery room to remove the ginseng slices. The delivery room became a mess.
When Cui Weizhen came back from making chicken soup, he saw the young maids milling around anxiously outside the door, and the anxious shouts of his mother and nuns could be heard from inside. His heart skipped a beat, and he no longer paid attention to Ye Zhenzhen's previous instructions.
He walked directly past the maid and grandma and rushed in.
The delivery room was stuffy, damp, and filled with the unpleasant smell of blood. Aunt Cui became anxious when she saw him: "Brother Zhen, why did you come in? Get out quickly."
Cui Weizhen didn't listen and just looked at Ye Zhenzhen lying on the bed - her face was pale, her body was stained with sweat and blood, and even her hair was wet. Her whole body looked like it had been fished out of dirty blood, and she was in such a mess.
He had always been a germaphobe, but he had no objection at all. There was only distress in his eyes. He walked three steps at a time and handed the chicken soup to the nanny beside him. He sat down by the bed and held Ye Zhenzhen's hand.
, the voice was low and hoarse, "Zhen'er, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Ye Zhenzhen was already in a slight coma. She felt the warm and generous touch on her hand and woke up immediately. A blurry image appeared in front of her eyes. She thought she was hallucinating until Cui Weizhen called her again and she
Only then was it confirmed that Wei Zhen had come in. There was a streak of pot ash on his face, and there were traces of smoke dust on his hair. He must have gotten it in the kitchen.
He really made the soup himself.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes turned red, but she still laughed: "Look at you, you are as dirty as a little cat."
Cui Weizhen didn't pay attention. Thinking of the chicken soup he had made, he quickly asked his grandma to hand it over and said, "I have made the chicken soup. Would Zhen'er want to drink some?"
His voice was low and gentle, with pity and concern, and the distress and sadness in his eyes almost overflowed. Ye Zhenzhen felt sweet and happy in her heart, thinking to herself, if she is so ugly now, doesn't Wei Zhen dislike it?
Cui Weizhen saw her staring blankly at him, her eyes full of attachment and trust, and his heart softened. He took a spoonful of chicken soup and blew it to cool down before passing it to her lips: "Zhen'er, how do you like it?"
"
Ye Zhenzhen was shocked back to her senses by the salty and bitter soup. When she met Cui Weizhen's expectant eyes, she could not say a word of disdain. Instead, she showed a weak smile and praised, "It tastes good. This is the best drink I have ever had."
Delicious chicken soup.”
When he was in Yejiacun before, Aunt Cui was ill in bed, and he prepared the meals at home. His cooking skills were not very good before, but now that he has not cooked for more than three years, his cooking skills are even worse.
Although the taste is a bit strange, it is cooked well at least.
Ye Zhenzhen comforted herself, she had sweated so much, so it would be good to take some salt. She would not be able to eat salt during confinement, so she might as well eat enough at once now.
There was no embarrassment on her expression. Cui Weizhen thought that her cooking skills were very good and she was more confident. While feeding him, he said: "Drink more, and I will cook for you when I have time in the future."
Ye Zhenzhen: "...Okay."
Anyway, he would be leaving Beijing on business in a few days, so she would have no chance to be tortured.
Ye Zhenzhen thought that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, so she took the opportunity to say: "Don't patronize me, you and mother should have something to eat together."
Aunt Cui didn't need dinner. At this moment, the servants brought meals in. Everyone didn't care that this was a delivery room, so they just had to eat. Aunt Cui nodded in agreement: "That's fine, Zhen'er, you don't want to eat.
How can we use things? If I don’t have the strength, I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait until the moment Zhen’er gives birth to the baby.”
Under the persuasion of Ye Zhenzhen and Aunt Cui, Cui Weizhen compromised and went to eat at a small table set up with Aunt Cui. There was still chicken soup left, so he took a sip and was immediately struck by the salty and astringent taste in his mouth.
Stunned.
He looked at Ye Zhenzhen, who gave him a weak smile. No need to ask any more questions, he understood everything and silently drank the rest of the chicken soup. His mood was more complicated than the taste of this bowl of chicken soup.
Seeing that he had finished his meal, Ye Zhenzhen finally relaxed and chased him away: "Weizhen, please wait for me outside."
Cui Weizhen was unwilling in her heart, but she didn't want Zhen Zhen to be distracted, so she had to compromise and leave, continuing to wait anxiously outside the delivery room.
After waiting like this, we waited until the moon reached its zenith.
Suddenly, the baby's loud cry pierced the silent night sky, and the surprised mothers' voices came from the delivery room: "It's born! It's born!"
Cui Weizhen felt energetic and rushed into the delivery room. He didn't even bother to look at the baby. He went straight to Ye Zhenzhen's bed, held her hand and said, "Zhen'er, thank you for your hard work."
Ye Zhenzhen had exhausted all her strength and was already in a semi-conscious state. Her reaction was also a little slow. After a moment, she focused her eyes on Cui Weizhen: "Child."
She was so weak that even her voice was weak. If it weren't for Cui Weizhen's good hearing, he wouldn't have been able to hear what she was saying.
Only now did he think of his newborn child and turned to look at the women.
Po Wen had just cleaned the blood from the baby and happily announced the good news to her family: "Congratulations, my wife has given birth to a big fat boy."
"boy?"
Cui Weizhen was stunned for a moment. The baby daughter he had been thinking about for several months suddenly turned into a brat. He didn't react for a moment and looked at each other with Ye Zhenzhen.
Aunt Cui was the first to react, her face lit up with joy, she quickly took her grandson from Grandma Wen, her eyes narrowed with laughter: "Grandma's good grandson, he looks really strong, he weighs six pounds.
Bar?"
Wen Po finally saw someone who reacted normally and said repeatedly: "It weighs six pounds and eight taels. The young master was well raised in his mother's womb. I have never seen a baby with such thick lanugo hair."
"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, mamas."
Thinking of the rewards they would receive, the two nuns were also very happy. They kept saying auspicious words and praising the children in different ways. They only made Aunt Cui beam with joy.
The compliments given by the two nuns are not considered unintentional, because the baby is really growing well, his fetal hair is indeed black and thick, his small nose and small eyes are very small, and his tightly clenched little fists are waving unconsciously, he is very cute.
Already.
Aunt Cui felt good no matter where she looked, her eyes were stuck inside the baby and she couldn't get out.
Although Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen hoped to have a daughter, they did not mind giving birth to a son. Listening to the conversation between Aunt Cui and Po Wen, their hearts were itching.
They no longer cared about seniority and inferiority, and quickly urged: "Mom, show us the baby quickly."