Ding Zhiyang's hand that was about to touch Fang Qing's forehead suddenly stopped.

The atmosphere in the car was a little awkward.

After a while, seeing that Fang Qing had eased up, Ding Zhiyang opened his mouth as if he was about to say something.

But when I thought of her sentence "don't care about you" just now, I swallowed back the words that came to my mouth silently.

The car player is filled with soft music with a soothing melody.

Ding Zhiyang's eyes dimmed, and when he turned his head and saw that the vehicle in front of him was unblocked, he changed to step on the accelerator and continued to drive forward.

During the drive, he secretly glanced at Fang Qing.

Silly girl.

Sometimes I want to ignore you, but my heart doesn't allow it.

……

Ever since she felt uncomfortable in the car, Fang Qing hadn't felt good for a whole day.

I didn't feel sick, I didn't want to vomit, I didn't have a fever, but nothing was right, and I can't describe it in words.

Now it is the transition season from spring to summer, it is cold in the morning and evening, and it is hot at noon, Fang Qing thought it was a small cold, so she didn't go to her heart.

And so it went on for another two weeks.

The feeling of discomfort not only did not get better, but worsened.

Chest tightness, irritability, and occasional pantothenic acid in the stomach after eating.

Unfortunately, the hospital was still very busy during this time, and Fang Qing was very busy with waves of pregnant women being admitted to treatment.

Ding's mother was afraid that her body would not be able to bear it, so she thought of a way to stew some nourishing soup to increase her nutrition every night.

At the beginning, Fang Qing could still drink a little, although when she drank it, she felt that the medicinal smell was heavy and the fishy smell was heavy, but for the sake of Ding's mother's heart, she could drink a little soup and eat a little food, and she could still settle down.

But later, as Ding's mother's ingredients became more and more refined, she couldn't stand it.

On this day, Ding's mother asked her to prepare sea fish soup.

The fresh crayfish was shelled to leave the most tender piece of meat, served with sliced grouper and a little squid, and simmered all afternoon, when Fang Qing lifted the lid, the soup base was naturally milky white.

Ding's mother knew that Fang Qing was afraid of fat, and when it was served to the table, the aunt who was still cooking rice specially removed a layer of oil from the soup noodles.

"Good boy, drink more, you see how thin you have been during this time." As she spoke, Ding's mother took a big bowl and handed it to Fang Qing.

In fact, when this pot of soup was first served, Fang Qing felt uncomfortable.

Streams of fishy smell went straight to the nasal cavity, not only that, but the fishy smell was also divided into two groups, one rushed to the top of the brain, and the other caused the stomach to turn over and feel uncomfortable.

So without waiting to take the bowl, she pushed away the chair and covered her mouth and went to the bathroom.

Ding's mother was confused by Fang Qing's reaction.

She turned her head to look at Ding's father: "This ...... What's the matter with the kid? ”

Ding's father withdrew his gaze to the bathroom and looked sideways at Ding's mother.

He glanced at the soup in front of Fang Qing's seat, and his eyebrows furrowed: "What's the matter, I'm scared by your dark cuisine." ”

"You said you, fish soup is fish soup, shrimp soup is shrimp soup, this is a pot of fish and shrimp stewed, not to mention Qingqing, even I smell a fishy smell when I sit here, and you still let the child drink it!"

"What nonsense are you," Ding's mother glared at Ding's father fiercely, "This is the recipe I specially asked the senior chef to want, Auntie used green onions, ginger and garlic before cooking, I have checked them, there can be no problem." ”

As she spoke, Ding's mother scooped a spoonful of soup and tasted it.

As soon as she entered, she frowned: "Yo, don't say it, it's really a little fishy." ”

"But it's impossible, it's just a little tasteful, and this Qingqing's reaction is too big."