Yu Nianen looked at the ribs that were brought to her mouth. The smile on her face suddenly froze. An uncontrollable nausea surged from her stomach to her throat. She waved her hands, covered her mouth, and kept retching.
Then he rushed out of the kitchen.
"What do you mean? You dislike me for not doing well? Are you like her?" Feng Lan shouted angrily at Yu Nianen's back and threw the ribs on the chopsticks into the trash can.
"No, mom, don't be angry. Nian En was like this in the car just now. Maybe he was too nervous..." After saying that, Rong Beiming chased after her with a worried look on his face.
Feng Lan replied angrily: "Nervous? What's there to be nervous about? I'm not a tiger, really!"
"What's wrong? They..." At this time, Aunt Wang walked in.
"I couldn't stand it anymore, so I gave Nian En a piece of pork ribs to try. She was actually fine, and she vomited before eating. Even though I haven't done it for a long time, I won't be able to vomit when I smell it?"
"Vomited? Vomited before eating?" Aunt Wang looked at the door in confusion, and suddenly said in realization, "Oh! Is Nian En pregnant?"
"What?"
"Child? She looks like...she has one?"
"No! I asked Ming and he said not yet."
"He is so busy at work, what can he know? Ask Nian En, let's go!" Aunt Wang stepped forward and took the spatula from Feng Lan's hand and threw it on the stove, "You are going to be a grandma, I am so happy.
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In the bathroom, Yu Nianen bent over the pool and kept retching. It was very uncomfortable. After a while, she started to vomit. She gasped sadly until she couldn't vomit anything out.
"Are you feeling better?" Rong Beiming kept patting her back and asked distressedly, "Did you have a bad stomach? How about I take you to the hospital?"
Yu Nianen shook his head, turned on the water hose, took a sip of water, then straightened up and said with tears in his eyes: "Ming, my mother is going to hate me now. I didn't mean it."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll explain it to her!" Rong Beiming held her in his arms and comforted her softly.
"What should I do? Ming, I'm so scared, I'm really useless..." Thinking of his actions just now, Yu Nian'en couldn't help crying in grievance.
"Don't cry! You're celebrating the New Year, it's okay!" He held her face and kissed away the tears, "Honey, it's really okay. Stop crying. I feel sorry for you if you shed tears!"
"I did not do it on purpose……"
"I know you're not, okay, be good, it's okay. Your husband is here, it's okay, eh?"
Rong Beiming took out a towel, washed Yu Nianen's face, and then opened the bathroom door. Outside the door, the three elders stared at them with expectant and strange eyes.
"Mom, Nian En didn't mean it, she's not feeling well!"
"I'm sorry! Mom, I really didn't mean it, and I don't know why. It's so disgusting that I can't bear it." Yu Nianen hid behind Rong Beiming, crying when he spoke.
"Don't cry! I didn't say anything to you," Feng Lan went in and dragged her out, "How long has it been?"
"Ah?" Yu Nianen was a little confused and looked back at Rong Beiming.
"Oh! Nian En! Haven't you noticed? Haven't you ever thought that vomiting is because...are you pregnant?" Aunt Wang asked with a smile.
"Pregnant?" Yu Nianen and Rong Beiming looked at each other and asked in unison.