Without even waiting until the next day, Lian Youming went home that evening and rode back on his old roadster bicycle, carrying a stove, pots, and bowls.
Then he found a place near the hospital and began taking care of Yan Lingyun's three meals a day.
The moment this greedy girl saw her sweetheart return, her appetite soared, and she wanted dishes from every corner of the country.
To make up for what he had owed her during his absence, Lian Youming granted almost every request. He even memorized Junk King's half-volume of recipes for the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast. Yet after a whole week of eating, Yan Lingyun's belly still showed no sign of movement. Lian Youming thought it was not time yet, that the little thing intended to fight a protracted battle. But as soon as the seventh day passed...
"Huh? Where is she?"
He had come to deliver a meal. As he carried the lunchbox into the ward, he happened to see a group of nurses wheeling Yan Lingyun out, her eyes frightened and her face pale. She was going into labor.
Third Aunt was there too. She hurriedly told Lian Youming to give Yan Lingyun some encouragement, then went back to fetch everyone.
But seeing Yan Lingyun's delicate brows knotted together and the cold sweat pouring from her pain, his lips moved, and before he knew it, he called out, "Doctor, if anything happens, save the mother. You must save the mother!"
The female doctor beside him laughed at that, then straightened her face and said seriously, "What age do you think we live in? That's not how things work anymore. Your wife is experiencing a normal delivery, and the baby is in very good condition too. There definitely won't be any problems."
Despite having lived through