The eighth master looked at Mao Tongtong's belly while listening, and said after a while: "You eat so much every day, should your belly be bigger?" ”

Mao Tongtong was amused by the eighth master and said, "It's not that everything you eat has a long belly." ”

The eighth master himself laughed and said, "Whether it's on the belly or elsewhere, it's you who eat it anyway." If you have a good appetite, it means that your body is good, and you can rest assured. ”

"Don't worry about the slaves, the servants are very dedicated." Mao Tongtong said.

"By the way, can you use the tonic that Fu Jin rewarded you with last time?" The eighth master asked suddenly.

Mao Tongtong paused and said, "Yes! The kitchen stews a cup for the slave maid every day! ”

The eighth master nodded and said, "You want to eat well, there is still one in the master's warehouse." I didn't expect it before, but Fu Jin came to remind him. You've hurt yourself, it's better to make up for it. ”

Mao Tongtong smiled, but did not speak. Guo Luo Luo's intentions didn't know what they were, and she didn't want to say good things about her in front of the eighth master.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, the eighth master didn't care, after all, Guo Luoluo's attitude towards Mao Tongtong was not good before. Although there is a gesture of rewarding supplements to show goodwill, Mao Tongtong is also uncomfortable.

"It's almost the New Year, and my lord asked someone to buy some things in Jiangnan and sent one to your home." The eighth master changed the subject.

Mao Tongtong was stunned, but the eighth master was still saying, "It's not a valuable thing." It's your mind. Now that you and your eldest brother are not at home, send some things, and your Ama and Eniang can rest assured that you are doing well. ”

"Master!" As soon as Mao Tongtong spoke, he felt that his nose was sour, and he had the urge to cry.

She didn't expect the eighth master to be so careful. It must be that seeing that there are more Fujin in the house now, it is inconvenient for her to send things outside the house, so she simply asked people to prepare a copy to send to Yangzhou when they buy outside.

"That's moving?" Seeing her red eyes, the eighth master couldn't help laughing, pinched her chin and deliberately looked at it.

Mao Tongtong turned his head a little uncomfortably and said, "Don't laugh!" The slave was originally ready to thank you! ”

"Xie Ye?" The eighth master raised his eyebrows, "How are you going to thank the master?" You are even a master, how can you thank you? ”

Mao Tongtong was speechless, this person is so serious ** so annoying!

"Besides, it's not convenient for you to make a promise now! Last time, I was very tired. The eighth master said again.

"Don't let me say it again!" Mao Tongtong was annoyed and angry, and reached out to cover the eighth master's mouth.

There was a smile between the eight masters' eyebrows, and he was about to break Mao Tongtong's hand to speak, but suddenly felt Mao Tongtong's stomach move, and then he heard Mao Tongtong scream.

"What's going on?" The eighth master was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

Mao Tongtong was also startled, and subconsciously covered her stomach.

Qingzhu and Qingmiao, who were waiting on the side, also hurriedly surrounded her and looked at her nervously.

"Tongtong?" The eighth master called out cautiously.

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong's eyes were a little dull, and he slowly turned his head to look at the eighth master.

"Is there anything wrong with that?" The eighth master asked again.

Mao Tongtong seemed to have just come back to his senses, and a smile gradually bloomed on his face, and said, "Master, just now, it was the child who moved!" ”

Her voice trembled, evidently surprised and excited.

"Did the child move?" The eighth master also stared at Mao Tongtong's stomach with wide eyes in surprise.

Mao Tongtong was the first woman in his backyard to conceive a child, so this is also the first time that the eighth master has witnessed the change of a pregnant woman. And the child's fetal movement is a magical existence for him.

Qingzhu and Qingmiao heard that it was the child who moved, and they were also very curious to stare at Mao Tongtong's belly.

Mao Tongtong had already put his hand on the position that the eighth master had just put at this time, touched it gently, and whispered: "Baby, I'm Eniang, can you move again?" ”

The eyes of the four people were all wrong, but unfortunately after a while, Mao Tongtong's stomach did not move at all. It was as if that movement was an illusion.

"Why doesn't this kid move?" Mao Tongtong pursed his lips and said, "You can't just say hello to Amma, but ignore Eniang!" ”

The eighth master was happy when he heard this, and said with a little pride: "Baby, this is missing me!" Isn't it? As he spoke, the eighth master asked Mao Tongtong's stomach again.

It's also a coincidence, as soon as the eighth master's words fell, Mao Tongtong's stomach actually moved again.

"Look, look, the baby misses me!" The eighth master's face was full of surprise, and he couldn't help but put his hand on Mao Tongtong's stomach again.

This time, Mao Tongtong was no longer frightened to scream, but said rather depressedly: "You conscienceless child! Every day, E-Niang tells you stories, how can you only remember you, Amma? He hasn't seen you in half a month! ”

"Haha, this is called father-son connection!" The eighth master smiled shamelessly.

Mao Tongtong couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "The slave has only heard of the mother-son connection." Where did this father-son connection come from? ”

"If it weren't for the father and son, why would I move as soon as I said the baby?" The eighth master couldn't close his mouth with a smile!

"Hmph, it's just a coincidence!" Mao Tongtong said angrily.

The eighth master didn't refute, but his eyes looked at Mao Tongtong's stomach more gently.

"Does Tongtong still tell stories to the baby every day?"

"Hmm. The slave and maid sometimes tell him stories, sometimes tell him what our Qing Dynasty is like, tell what Yangzhou the slave and maid have lived in since childhood, tell the slave and maid's Ama, Eniang, and eldest brother, and tell him many things. Mao Tongtong's eyes also softened.

Feeling that the child is getting bigger day by day, the maternal love in her body seems to wake up all of a sudden. There is no talk of prenatal education in this era, but she has heard a lot of it in modern times. Anyway, she has nothing to do, so she spends part of her day talking to the child in her belly.

"Didn't Tongtong tell the baby about the master?" The eighth master frowned. He is the only one missing from the bunch of people Mao Tongtong listed just now!

"Of course there is!" Mao Tongtong smiled: "Ye is the baby's Amma!" The slave maid said to the baby, Ye is a very powerful person! Can be literate and martial! ”

"Well, it's time to talk about it!" The eighth master nodded with satisfaction, patted Mao Tongtong's stomach gently, and said: "Baby, I am Amma, when you grow up, Ama will take you to ride a horse and shoot arrows, read and write, so that you can also be literate and martial!" ”

Mao Tongtong immediately said: "Don't listen to your Ama nonsense, we are girls, why do we learn that!" Let's learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

"Tongtong will?" The eighth master glanced at her.

"Slaves won't deliberately ask Mr. for advice!" Mao Tongtong glanced at the eighth master and said, "The slave can teach embroidery!" ”