The man sitting at the table by the window heard the movement, then put the book and turned around, raised his eyebrows, and his voice was gentle: "Is Madam awake?"

Pretending to be serious! Su Wan didn't want to pay attention to him, and she didn't have a look. Song Ziheng felt even more guilty. Although both of them were too involved last night, if he was a little bit conscientious and not so Menglang, his wife wouldn't have been hurt there. Song Ziheng touched his nose, then stood up, walked to the bed, took Su Wan's coat, and coaxed her warmly: "I cooked porridge and still kept on the stove. Lady, please get up and use some."

In the past, Su Wan, it didn't matter whether she had breakfast or not, but over the past few months, she has been extremely regular in her daily routines, sleeping and eating on time, and eating less. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Song Ziheng said that she felt that she was really hungry, and she didn't bother to breathe at the moment, stretching her hand out of the quilt, and the cold air passed by, and she couldn't help but shivered.

Song Ziheng had a wink. Seeing Su Wan lifting the quilt and sitting up, he hurriedly lifted her coat and draped it on her shoulders: "It's cold, put on the coat quickly."

Su Wan put on her clothes, and he said on the side: "I saw that my wife loved the fire cage brought back from her father-in-law's house. She had burned the firewood this morning and poured it into it. She put it next to the stove. When the wife got up, she could use it."

It was so sweet that Su Wan's great aura was worn out, so she gave her a smile, raised her feet and wanted to walk towards the dressing table, but her legs were as sour and heavy as if they were filled with lead. Su Wan frowned in pain. Song Ziheng, who was paying attention to her expression, hurriedly asked, "But you feel unwell?"

Su Wan couldn't help but give him a blank look. Song Ziheng immediately understood, and his ears became red. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Madam, please rest in the house. I'll go get water to wash for you."

Someone was willing to serve Su Wan, but hesitated. No matter how you get along with Song Ziheng when you closed the door, no one knew. If you really want to discuss it, it was also a couple's interest, but if you want to put it outside, Song's mother couldn't spare her. After thinking for a while, Su Wan refused and said, "My husband is so kind, but if you look at it with so many eyes, it will be a misunderstanding."

Song Ziheng didn't want to be considerate of his wife himself, but was mistaken for fear. Therefore, he hesitated for a long time because he just proposed to do it for Su Wan. However, Su Wan's rejection intensified his determination. After hearing Su Wan's words, he smiled and said, "Madam, please be relieved. My parents and the others went out to make up the fields early in the morning. My younger sister was at home, so she would not have much tongue."

Su Wan stopped hesitating after hearing this and said, "I'm working hard over there."

Without going out, Su Wan was too lazy to comb her hair, so she simply sat on the bed and waited. After a few seconds, she put her clothes on her back and tilted her to the bed. After Song Ziheng brought water to wash Su Wan, she brought in again. It was still half a bowl of golden sweet potatoes. She didn't see a few grains of rice. Su Wan was already used to eating it, and she only had a small plate of lotus slices, which made her feel delicious.

Song Ziheng took out the basin, and the second baby in the main room was protruding his head over there: "Uncle San..."

"What's wrong?"

"Uncle San, why haven't Aunt San got up yet?"

"Your third aunt is uncomfortable today and won't give a lecture. You can write big words a hundred times and read them for me, and then you can go to play." Several naughty children were immediately happy. Su Wan also felt relaxed. After breakfast, she couldn't sleep anymore, so she leaned on the bed to draw a book and read it. Song Ziheng was still sitting at the table reading and practicing calligraphy. The cold wind outside the room was blowing, and the room was warm and quiet. Su Wan occasionally looked up, and the man by the window was straight, but she had never changed her posture for the whole morning. She was immersed in the book. Even this concentration and perseverance were destined to be extraordinary in the future.

Although I don’t know that Su Wan couldn’t even get down when she woke up in the morning, this would not prevent her from using lunch. The women in the Song family who knew about human affairs looked at Su Wan with ambiguous eyes. Song’s mother heard Song Xiaomei say that her third brother and third sister-in-law were in the house all morning. When she went in, she saw them all looking at their respective books. Song’s mother’s last worry disappeared. She thought that Ziyang was always restrained, not like those young boys, who threw away everything once they married her wife, and she still wrote the same thing. In this way, what else was she worried about? There has not been any news for her wife for so long. The young couple can’t blame her for being together for more than a month during the Chinese New Year. If she asked them to control her, she would be really stupid.

Song's mother just wished they would do it every night, and it would be best to hear good news during the Chinese New Year, which was to be happy. When Song's mother thought about it, she became excited and kept picking up food for Su Wan during the meal. "My wife eats more meat to nourish her body."
Chapter completed!