Chapter 2 — Mother-in-law Tests Daughter-in-law's Heart

"What's wrong?"Ninh Uyen clung to the railing, breathed for a while, then said: "The smell is a bit strong."Ton Que Phan lowered his head and sniffed his sleeve:"How strong is this? Mom didn't add a single drop of soy sauce."Ninh Uyen did not explain further. But Ton Que Phan still stood still and refused to leave. "Ninh Uyen, I'm not telling you, but you're pregnant now, you can't just do as you want." "You don't do as you want." "So this one can't eat, that one can't smell, the child in the belly also suffers along with you." These words are neither heavy nor light. Ninh Uyen turned around and just happened to see Tran Nghien push the door and walk in. He was still carrying the computer bag in his hand, when he heard the last sentence, his face immediately sank. "Mom." Ton Que Phan immediately wiped the stir-fry ladle on his apron. "Mom, I only said two sentences to him, I didn't scold him at all." Tran Nghien stepped forward, blocking Ninh Uyen behind him. "She's uncomfortable with morning sickness, mom, don't put pressure on her anymore." Ton Que Phan snorted. "Okay, mom is extra." That meal was eaten in the morning. silent. At night, Tran Nghien came out of the shower and saw Ninh Uyen sitting absent-mindedly at the head of the bed. He sat down next to her: "Tomorrow I will tell my mother, tell her to come here less often." Ninh Uyen shook her head: "Mom will be even more unhappy." "I can't let you hold on forever." Ninh Uyen caressed the belly that had not yet protruded, her voice was very light: "I don't want you to be caught in the middle." Tran Nghien was silent for a moment, hugging her in his arms. "You're not an outsider, you have nothing to give in." Ninh Uyen leaned on his shoulder, hollow. eyes are slightly stinging. She didn't tell Tran Nghien, during the day when Ton Que Phan was on the phone in the kitchen, she once said something: "Girls these days often use their health as a shield." At that time, Ninh Uyen was in the living room folding a small blanket. The kitchen door was ajar. Ton Que Phan kept his voice low, but he could still hear it clearly. The other end of the line didn't know what to say. Ton Que Phan laughed: "Allergy? Who knows if the allergy is real or fake." The small blanket in Ninh Uyen's hand was folded crookedly. She didn't go in and ask. There are words that, once spoken out loud, will tear the fragile layer of dignity in the house. She thought that as long as she stayed away, didn't eat or touch, she would be safe until she gave birth. But just after the third month, Ton Que Phan suddenly said he wanted to wrap dumplings for her. "The food bought from outside is not clean, mom wraps it herself." Ninh Uyen was sitting next to the dining table, her fingertips stopped. "What's the filling, mom?" Ton Que Phan was kneading dough, not bothering to look up. "Chicken eggs." Ninh Uyen asked again: "Only chicken eggs?" Ton Que Phan raised his head, smiling gently: "Why?" Besides, are you still afraid that mom will harm you?" The words fell into the kitchen, even the sound of water next to the flour basin seemed to stop. Ninh Uyen pursed her lips: "I just asked a few questions." Ton Que Phan continued kneading the dough: "Don't worry, mom remembers."03 That morning, the sky was overcast. The clothes on the balcony were dry and then soaked in dew, making them cold to the touch. When Ninh Uyen woke up, Tran Nghien had already arrived at the company. At the head of the bed was a note from him: *Porridge is in the pot, food is in the left drawer, if you feel uncomfortable, call me immediately.* She put the paper in the drawer, washed her face and walked out, hearing the sound of the door unlocking. Ton Que Phan carried two large bags and walked in. One bag contained eggs and flour, the other bag was bulging and she held it tightly in her hand. Ninh Uyen stood next to the dining room: "Mom, why are you here so early?" "What early, doesn't it take time to pack dumplings for me?"