All The Hotshots Love Me [Quick Transmigration]

When the soup came out, Zhao Daqiu and Zhao Dong just bowed their heads and grilled rice. Li Xiaoe's expression is a bit subtle. She is the one who came here. Of course, she knows what kind of soup it is and what it does. Seeing her son Zhao Xiaobo preparing to ask questions, she hurriedly stuffed his mouth with rice and blocked it.

Among the adults who didn't know, it was probably only Zhao Nan and Jiang Rui.

Zhao Nan took a sip, with an unbearable smell, "Mom, what is this?"

"What else can I eat to make up your body."

Zhao Nan took another sip and couldn't help asking, "Why is it different from the one I had before? It tastes weird."

Zhang Liyun glared at him, "How many kinds of soups have you ever drunk? Different soups have different tastes. Don't talk nonsense. Drink them while it's hot."

In the past, when he went home, his mother would also give him soup. Although Zhao Nan felt that the taste of this bowl was really weird, he didn't have any doubts, and suffocated his breath.

After the soup bottomed out, he saw what was in the bowl, and a little bit of soup choked in the intake pipe, and he blushed with a thick cough.

"Why are you so careless?" Jiang Rui patted him on the back.

Zhao Xiaobo also said: "Second Uncle is so stupid, I can't choke on soup."

Li Xiao'e pulled him a bit, "Eat, don't talk too much."

Zhao Nan's cough was dizzy, and finally healed, his ears were still hot, "Mom, how do you do this..."

He couldn't say it, his face flushed.

"What kind of this kind, anyway, it is a good tonic, you eat all of it, don't ask so much." Zhang Liyun felt that this son was really making a fuss.

Listening to them playing a riddle, Jiang Rui was a little curious, and looked at the soup bowl, "What kind of soup is it? Is it really difficult to drink?"

Zhao Nan covered the bowl at once, and said, "It's not bad to drink."

"It's not hard to drink, why do you drink so painful?"

"That is, if others want to drink, I won't give him a drink. Today this is just a small one. Tomorrow I will find a big one for you." Zhang Liyun dropped a bomb.

Zhao Nan couldn't sit still, and after taking a few bites, he took away the soup bowl and rice bowl.

I don't know if it is a psychological effect. After drinking the soup, he always feels that something is wrong. Lying in bed at night, turning over and over like pancakes, it's hot and uneasy.

Jiang Rui couldn't sleep because of him, "What's wrong with you? Are there lice in the quilt?"

"...No."

"Is that uncomfortable?" Jiang Rui put out a hand on his forehead and said in surprise: "It's hot, you have a fever?"

Her hands were cooler than ordinary people. Zhao Nan felt like a hungry traveler in the desert. He met a wisp of clear spring, but this was only a short-term soothing. Soon, that faint of coolness turned into a ray of flame in the oil pan. , Burning his body and reason instantly with the power of a prairie fire.

In the past two days, he had been struggling, considering the fatigue of his wife, and planned to endure it. Now he can't help it.

Jiang Rui was about to put a trace of spiritual power into him, when suddenly he was crushed.

Zhao Nan kissed him eagerly, a little impatient.

"Um..." Jiang Rui turned his head to avoid him, "What are you doing? I'm thinking about this when I'm sick."

"I'm not sick." Zhao Nan didn't kiss her lips, kissed behind her ears, and went down, his voice was muffled and dull, "It will be fine in a while..."

"Liar." Jiang Rui said so when he got up the next day.

He said that it would be fine for a while, but it was not a while at all. After tossing into the middle of the night, she thought he was in a madness. After all, he slept better than anyone else, and there was nothing wrong with it. If it weren't for her physical fitness, she might not be able to get up now.

At breakfast, Zhang Liyun glanced at the two of them and saw that her daughter-in-law looked as usual and her body was flexible, but her son’s eyes were a little bit blue and black. Her mood was a bit complicated. Could it be that the stinky boy is a silver wax gun head. Looks strong, it's very empty inside? It shouldn't be.

After dinner, Jiang Rui and Zhao Nan returned to their parents' home.

I haven't seen each other for nearly a year, and the Du family has changed a little bit from before. Wang Tonghua looks much older, and the small hawthorn is already walking staggeringly.

The most obvious change is Du Baozhen. She wore a yellow sweater at home during the winter vacation. The two twisted braids were originally put into a high ponytail. The hair was flicked behind her when she walked. She looked very youthful and bright. That lively personality hasn't changed yet, as soon as he saw Jiang Rui, he jumped up in surprise, "Sister!"

Jiang Rui stretched out his hand to support her, "Be careful, don't fall."

"I think you didn't come back during the New Year, I thought we two couldn't meet up. But why did you come, I will be leaving in two days." Du Baozhen grumbled.

"Brother-in-law is a soldier, and he needs the army's approval to go home. How can I say it and just go back." Zhang Xiaohua interrupted.

Du Baozhen wrinkled her nose, and the family sat and talked for a while. After Wang Tonghua and Zhang Xiaohua got up to cook, she took Jiang Rui into the room and whispered.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Rui didn't see her in high spirits.

Du Baozhen glanced out of the door and whispered: "My sister-in-law doesn't know what's going on these days. She keeps asking me to do this and that. I have to leave. Today I want to feed the rabbits, and my mother won't help me."

"My sister-in-law has to take care of the children and also take care of the family. It is really tired. Mom is old and lacks energy. You can help when you are at home." Jiang Rui persuaded.

"I can help. Xiao Haw always sits on the ground. The floor is so dirty. I kept watching and didn't let her sit. I played with her and taught her to talk. My sister-in-law said I was free. I can talk to such a small child. play."

It's not clear what is going on here, everyone has their own ideas, their own ideas, and they all think they are right.

Jiang Rui only said: "There are only two days left, so bear with it. In the past, my sister-in-law also worked hard to help you study. Now it's okay to let her say a few words."

"I know, I know, everyone says this. I don’t want to return home for my studies, but I’m still a student. What can I do? When I graduate and earn money, I will definitely send money to my family." Du Baozhen frown.

Jiang Rui stopped continuing the topic and asked, "How is the school? Are the teachers and classmates getting along well?"

As soon as he said this, Du Baozhen opened his eyebrows and opened his mouth to talk.

Jiang Rui tilted his head to listen and nodded occasionally.

Du Baozhen stopped suddenly, looked at her cautiously, and tentatively said, "Many students in our school have talked about the subject, sister, what do you think?"

Jiang Rui glanced at her, and said with a serious face: "If the purpose is to get married, it is of course possible to talk to someone. But many people are just a novelty. If you want to have fun, you have to be cautious. Are you also—"

"No," Du Baozhen immediately denied, "I'm just talking about it."

Jiang Rui was noncommittal, "You are a girl outside, so learn to protect yourself."

Du Baozhen nodded fiercely, "I'm really just saying, sister, don't be so serious. By the way, sister, this dress on you is so beautiful, where did you buy it?"

As if to change the subject, she asked casually, but when she looked closely, she was a little stunned. The dress on her sister was very similar to the one she had fancy in the department store before. The price of that dress was so expensive that she could not afford it for a semester without eating or drinking.

"I got a job in a garment factory, and I bought it at the price of internal employees." Jiang Rui said.

"Oh." Du Baozhen nodded, then said nothing else.

Jiang Rui and Zhao Nan went back after having lunch at Du's house.

Seeing Zhang Liyun didn't know what to do in the stove, Zhao Nan stiffened and walked in.

It took a while before he returned to the room. Jiang Rui was sitting at the table waiting for him. Seeing him coming back, he pointed to the opposite seat.

"What happened last night?" Jiang Rui asked across the table.

Zhao Nan was really a little hard to talk about, and after holding back for a while, he said, "It's the problem with that bowl of soup."

Jiang Ruiqi said, "Isn't the soup stewed for you specially by mom? Why is there a problem?"

"...That's sheep whip soup." Zhao Nan said with difficulty.

Jiang Rui was also silent for a while, and continued to ask: "Why did Mom suddenly stew something like that?"

Zhao Nan just asked Zhang Liyun about this question, "She wants us to have a baby as soon as possible."

Jiang Rui nodded without saying anything.

Probably it was Zhao Nan's words that worked. There was no strange soup on the table during dinner.

Sleeping at night, Zhao Nan felt very guilty for the little wife who had tossed him last night. Even if Jiang Rui said there was nothing uncomfortable about him, he still stubbornly held the person in his arms and rubbed her waist.

Jiang Rui lay in his arms, thinking about things in his heart.

Regarding children, it's not that she can't have children, but it will be more troublesome, and she has been hesitating whether to leave his children in this world.

It now appears that this question is not as simple as whether she is willing or not. Humans seem to be very persistent in the desire of future generations. If she wants to live a stable life with Zhao Nanan, the problem of children is inevitable.

At the beginning, Baoqin's body was in a state of death. She used her spiritual energy to nourish and activate it little by little, and then she has this living body. It can be said that Jiang Rui's breath is far more than Du Baoqin's breath in this body. Although the appearance is personal, the internal structure has long been different from ordinary people. If she wants children, she still has to spend a lot of attention.