This afternoon, Yao Jingjing, who was making dumplings in the kitchen, felt a pain in her lower abdomen, she had her period last night, she didn't feel anything about menstruation since she was a child, but her stomach was a little uncomfortable when she menstruated in the past two years, and this time it hurt more than before, what's going on?

Sergei, who was busy rolling dumpling skins on the side, inadvertently glanced at Yao Jingjing, saw that her little face was wrinkled, and there seemed to be beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Jingjing, what's wrong with you? Feeling unwell? ”

"It's nothing, it's just a stomachache."

"Why do you suddenly have a stomachache? Got something bad? ”

"No, it's menstruation."

"Oh, I haven't seen you hurt before."

Yao Jingjing frowned, thought for a while, and said: "I guess it was because I participated in the Epiphany that year, and I made a fuss by soaking in ice water, and I may have fallen ill, and since then, menstruation has not been very comfortable, and this time it suddenly hurts." ”

"Oh, don't wrap it up if it hurts, go back to the house and lie down." Sergei snatched the dumpling wrapper from Yao Jingjing's hand and urged her to go back to bed to rest.

"It's okay, I'll just endure it, there are so many dumpling skins, let's rest after wrapping them."

"Oh, obedient, don't do it, I'll take care of it, you go back to the house and lie down, good."

"Your bag, so much, will tire you."

"I'm a big man, what is this little work, obedient, go back and lie down."

"Okay then." Seeing that Sergei insisted on this, Yao Jingjing had no choice but to turn around and go back to the bedroom to rest.

Since selling dumplings with Yao Jingjing, the couple can be said to have worked together, and Sergei has also learned to roll out the skin and make dumplings. He rolled the skin and packed it alone, and he was busy for about two hours, and finally finished wrapping it. Sergey took out the plastic bag, and said that he began to bag and weigh the dumplings, and tomorrow it will be the weekend, and the couple will go to the market to sell them.

When Sergei was done, the sun was almost setting, he returned to the bedroom, and saw Yao Jingjing asleep, Sergei tiptoed to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay aside, but even if his voice was soft, it still alarmed Yao Jingjing.

"You're done?"

"It's finished, it's been bagged, woke you up?"

"No, I've been asleep for a long time, and if I go back to sleep, I won't be able to sleep at night."

"How? Does it still hurt? ”

"It hurts, it hurts." Yao Jingjing snorted twice in pain, and he picked up Sergei's big hand and put it on his lower abdomen. The lower abdomen suddenly warmed up, which made Yao Jingjing feel more comfortable.

"Is that better?"

"Well, it's better."

Sergei frowned suspiciously, and an idea came to his mind.

"Jingjing, since you are in such pain, don't go to the market tomorrow, lie down at home, I'll go by myself."

"What's going on, you can't do it alone." Since buying a refrigerator, the couple has increased the number of dumplings sold at the market from dozens to hundreds of bags every week, which is still in short supply. Let Sergei sell it alone, I am really afraid that he will not be able to keep busy.

"I'm fine, I see that you are in such pain, just rest at home, don't go."

"No, I'm going. My pain is not a disease, I am not so squeamish. If you go to sell goods alone, I'm worried at home, and my heart is not steady, so it's better to follow the past. ”

"What do you have to worry about?" Sometimes, Sergei felt that Yao Jingjing was a little too worried, and he was worried.

"Why don't I worry, you're 70 years old, what if something goes wrong when selling goods? There's no one around, so I don't have to worry about it! ”

Sergei's heart warmed, all Yao Jingjing's worries were related to his age, and at the same time, a trace of guilt rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Why was I born so many years earlier than you!" ”

Yao Jingjing smiled: "Who knows, God arranged it." ”