Chapter 90 Shen Dalang is suffering!

  Shen Yao suppressed the suspicion in his heart, lowered his head and ate the chicken soup wonton quietly.

  When he caught a glimpse of Ji Zhao's sad face from the corner of his eye, he raised his eyebrows calmly.

   "Okay," Shen Dashan put down the bowl and spoon first, and shouted with a bright smile, "Shopkeeper, pay the bill!"

   "Father, let me come!" Ji Zhao got up quickly and said with a smile, "I have brought money."

   "What's the matter?" Shen Dashan took out a big dark gray purse from his arms without saying a word, "Besides, I have money, and your mother gives me 200 cash every month!"

  Seeing his father's smug smile, Shen Yao only felt his forehead bulge.

  His father probably didn’t know that the pocket money that mother gave to the three brothers was at least three hundred cash every month, right?

   "A Tao, I've been to this clinic too, and we've eaten wontons too, so can we go home now?" Shen Dashan glanced at Ji Zhao who was smiling and said nothing, and asked with a simple and honest smile.

   "Not yet," Ji Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Father, Shen Yao, we have to go to Big Brother's pastry shop."

   "Maybe!" Shen Dashan nodded, he hadn't seen the boss for a long time.

   Shen Dashan walked in front of the two with his hands behind his back.

  Ji Zhao, who followed closely behind, was secretly planning in her heart that she had to find a way to stop her father from returning to the village.

  Shen Kee Pastry.

Shen Dalang was carrying the freshly baked pastries this morning, and he caught a glimpse of those familiar figures from a distance, and hurriedly approached with a smile, "Father? Third brother? Third younger sister? Why are you here so early in the morning?" ?”

   "Brother, Dad misses you!" Ji Zhao spoke first and smiled.

   Shen Dashan blushed when he heard this, "Ahem, how is the business in the shop recently?"

   "Very good, don't worry." Shen Dalang quickly welcomed him into the shop, and asked cheerfully, "Father, have you had breakfast?"

   "I've eaten," Shen Dashan nodded reservedly, "Why don't you see your wife?"

  When Feng Shi was mentioned, Shen Dalang frowned and said, "Dongmei has been doing something wrong since last night, and now she feels like vomiting when she sees me."

   Shen Dalang was wronged;

   Shen Dalang is suffering!

  Last night, he bathed happily, and when he was about to have a good time with his wife—

  The daughter-in-law suddenly changed her expression and even vomited all over him.

   "What's wrong with sister-in-law?" Ji Zhao asked with concern, "What's wrong with her? Have you ever asked a doctor?"

"not yet…"

  Ji Zhao thought for a while, and went straight into the backyard.

  At that time, Mrs. Shen, who was leaning on the bed, sighed weakly.

   "Sister, don't scare me..." Feng Chunyan, who was standing by her side, had red eyes and a panicked tone.

   "Illness comes like a mountain," Mrs. Shen rubbed Feng Chunyan's fluffy hair, and comforted softly, "Chunyan, if sister really leaves...you must take good care of yourself, you know?"

   "Sister, don't be like this! I'm scared! Woooooo..."

  Feng Chunyan hugged her arm, crying out of breath.

  When Ji Zhao walked in, what he saw was the scene of the two sisters hugging each other, crying out of breath.

   "This is? What's the matter?" Ji Zhao hurried forward and asked, "Sister-in-law, are you okay?"

   "vomit—"

   Before Mrs. Shen could speak, she vomited again.

   Shen Dalang, who followed closely behind, asked in a daze, "Why is Dongmei throwing up again? Could it be that she also wants to throw up when she sees her third sibling?"

  Ji Zhao only felt that the corners of his eyes were bulging, and he had no choice but to hold his forehead.

   "Sister-in-law, are you pregnant?"

  (end of this chapter)