My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 151 Stealing Food?

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Jiangcheng experienced several rain showers, and the air was filled with the damp smell of earth. Tender yellow buds sprouted from the willow branches.

Chen Xiaomiao's days, like the willow branches outside the window, grew lazier day by day.

Ever since she became pregnant, Lu Yuan has treated her like a porcelain doll, something that can't be touched or broken. He wishes he could have a soft cushion to catch her every 24 hours.

We have a nanny named Wang. She's in her early fifties, quick and efficient, and a great cook.

During the two weeks of the Lunar New Year holiday, Chen Xiaomiao had no schoolwork and spent her days eating and sleeping, plus taking a walk in the garden downstairs under Lu Yuan's supervision, which she considered "exercise".

That morning, Chen Xiaomiao was awakened by the aroma of food.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, her pajamas loosely covering her body, revealing a noticeable curve in her lower abdomen.

As usual, there was a glass of warm honey water on the bedside table, which Lu Yuan brought in around the time she was supposed to wake up.

"woke up?"

Lu Yuan pushed the door open and came in.

"I can't sleep, my bones are practically melting from sleep." Chen Xiaomiao picked up her cup and took a couple of sips, her throat feeling much better. She muttered, "What delicious food did Aunt Wang make this morning? It smells so good."

"Millet and pumpkin porridge, served with some steamed shrimp dumplings."

Lu Yuan sat down by the bed, reached out to check the temperature of her forehead, and then touched her cheek. The touch was warm and delicate, and her complexion looked good, so he was relieved.

"Porridge again..." Chen Xiaomiao's face fell, and she complained in a low voice, "I want to drink spicy porridge, the kind with lots of chili oil and vinegar."

"No." Lu Yuan rejected the idea without hesitation, his tone leaving no room for argument: "The doctor said that your taste will change in early pregnancy, but you need to eat more light and nutritious food now, and you have to avoid spicy and stimulating foods."

As he spoke, he pinched Chen Xiaomiao's nose as if coaxing a child: "Sweetie, after you give birth, I'll buy you spicy soup for breakfast every day."

Chen Xiaomiao hummed twice, but ultimately didn't argue anymore.

She knew that Lu Yuan meant well for her.

Ever since she got pregnant, she's always had no taste in her mouth and craves sour and spicy food.

But Lu Yuan was like a mother hen, keeping a closer eye on things than anyone else. He wouldn't let her eat snacks, order takeout, or even cook with less oil and salt.

The two of them dawdled as they got out of bed.

Lu Yuan helped her choose a loose-fitting cotton dress and carefully put socks on her.

Chen Xiaomiao was like a boneless rag doll, letting the man manipulate her, yawning as she did so.

Aunt Wang had already set out breakfast on the dining table.

Erbaiwu lay under the table, wagging his tail like a rattle, staring longingly at Chen Xiaomiao, hoping to get some reward.

After breakfast, Chen Xiaomiao patted her round belly and lazily sprawled on the sofa, idly poking at the strawberries in the fruit bowl with a toothpick.

Aunt Wang quickly finished cleaning up the kitchen. Seeing her listless appearance, she smiled and came over: "Madam, would you like me to make you a glass of juice? These are fresh oranges I bought today, they look very juicy."

"I won't drink it, it tastes sour in my mouth."

Chen Xiaomiao waved her hand, stuffed the mangled strawberry into her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then frowned.

Too bland.

In the past, such sweet strawberries would make her happy for half a day, but now, she finds them bland and tasteless, and would rather eat a pickled cucumber.

Lu Yuan came out of the study, holding a tablet computer, and was looking at the documents that Lü Lei had sent him.

He naturally sat down next to Chen Xiaomiao, letting the girl lean on him.

"Feeling listless again?"

Lu Yuan lowered his head and kissed Chen Xiaomiao on the top of her head.

"Hmm." Chen Xiaomiao rubbed her head against his chin, her voice muffled: "I feel like I'm going to get moldy, I feel uncomfortable all over."

In the past, when I lived in the Taoist temple, I had to get up before dawn to do morning prayers, chop wood, fetch water, and sweep the courtyard. My feet never touched the ground all day long.

On the road to escape famine, they even had to compete with wild dogs for food just to get a bite to eat.

But now? I eat well, sleep soundly, and don't have to do any work, yet I feel weak and listless, as if all my strength has been drained.

"How about we invite the teachers back tomorrow?"

Chen Xiaomiao felt that it was time for her to return to work after her holiday.

"Row."

He turned off the tablet, thought for a moment, and suggested, "If you're really bored, how about I take you out for a walk this afternoon? I can buy you and the baby some things."

Chen Xiaomiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately sat up straight from his lap: "What do you want to buy?"

"Clothes, crib, bottles... we have to prepare them in advance."

In fact, Lu Yuan could have let Lü Xin arrange these things, but it would be good for Chen Xiaomiao, as a mother, to have some sense of involvement.

Upon hearing that it was for buying things for the child, Chen Xiaomiao's laziness immediately vanished, and she nodded enthusiastically.

"middle!"

……

After the two finished shopping at the maternity and baby market in the morning, Lü Jiaxin, carrying her little schoolbag, arrived at her master's house on time in the afternoon to "learn the craft".

"Master, I'm here!"

Chen Xiaomiao was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding a piece of soft cloth, clumsily sewing a baby bib little by little, following the needlework Chen Xiaozhi had taught her. Hearing the sound, she turned her head and waved to her little apprentice: "Jiaxin is here, come and sit down."

Lu Jiaxin ran to her side, looked at the little bib in her hand, and then at her obviously protruding belly, and suddenly realized: "Master, is this made for the baby?"

"Ah."

After browsing around the mall in the morning, Chen Xiaomiao couldn't find anything she liked, so she decided to knit one herself, which would be a way to pick up her long-abandoned needlework skills.

"Master, may I touch the baby?"

"Yes."

With permission, Lü Jiaxin carefully reached out her small hand and gently placed it on Chen Xiaomiao's stomach.

"Huh? Why isn't it moving?" She waited for a long time but didn't feel anything, and was a little disappointed.

"He's still young, and very lazy," Chen Xiaomiao explained with a smile.

Lu Jiaxin rested her chin on her hand and asked in a serious tone, "Master, what does the baby eat in your belly?"

Chen Xiaomiao was taken aback by her question. After thinking for a long time, she answered in her own understanding: "He eats whatever I eat."

If I could drink some spicy soup, he'd definitely be jumping around from the spiciness, and then I'd be able to feel him making a move.

Chen Xiaomiao, who had no intention of taking the biology exam, was simply making assumptions about the baby's condition in her womb. After saying this, she even swallowed her saliva as if she were speaking seriously.

"Then why don't you drink spicy soup?"

"Sigh..." Chen Xiaomiao sighed softly, "Lu Yuan won't allow it, saying it's not good for the child."

"Order takeout."

“He will receive a notification if I spend money from my bank card now.”

Ever since he was scammed last time, Lu Yuan has linked his own number to Chen Xiaomiao's bank card, just in case.

Lü Jiaxin's eyes darted around, and she leaned close to Chen Xiaomiao's ear, lowering her voice: "Master, I received a lot of New Year's money this year, how about I treat everyone..."

"Are you... are you serious?"

"Of course it's true!" Lü Jiaxin patted her chest, looking like a little adult. "Master, wait for me, I'll place the order right now!"

The master and apprentice huddled together, furtively holding Lü Jiaxin's phone, scrolling through it for a while, and finally found the highest-rated spicy soup restaurant.

"I want a big bowl, with lots of vinegar and chili oil!"

Chen Xiaomiao was directing from the side, her mouth practically watering.

Half an hour later, the deliveryman knocked on the door.

Lü Jiaxin ran to open the door with her short legs and carried in a large bag of things like a thief.

As soon as the plastic bag was opened, the overpowering aroma of pepper, aged vinegar, and sesame oil instantly filled the entire living room.

“Smells good! It smells really good!”

Chen Xiaomiao took a deep breath, feeling all the laziness in her body activated by the aroma.

The two of them didn't care about their image and put their bowls on the coffee table. Each of them held a fried dough stick and started eating the sticky, steaming hot soup with slurping sounds.

After taking a big bite, the sour and spicy sensation shot straight to the top of Chen Xiaomiao's head, soothing every pore from head to toe.

"Perfect! That's the taste!"

She ate until she was sweating profusely, and a satisfied blush spread across her face.

Just as the master and apprentice were enjoying their meal, they heard the click of a key turning in the lock at the door.

The two froze, as if they had been acupunctured, still chewing on half a fried dough stick, and looked at each other in horror.

Lu Yuan is back!
"Quickly, quickly, get it ready!"

Chen Xiaomiao, speaking in a low voice, snatched the lunchbox from the table and hurriedly stuffed it into a plastic bag.

Lü Jiaxin quickly grabbed a few tissues and wiped the coffee table haphazardly.

Lu Yuan's footsteps could be heard coming from the entrance hall, getting closer and closer.

In a moment of desperation, Chen Xiaomiao grabbed the bag of "evidence," plunged into the corner of the sofa, and stuffed the bag tightly into the gap between the sofa and the wall.

Lu Yuan changed his shoes and walked into the living room, where he immediately saw two people in strange poses.

Chen Xiaomiao stood frozen in the corner of the sofa, while Lü Jiaxin took a tissue and vigorously wiped the already clean coffee table.

The aroma of spicy soup still lingered in the air, wafting into my nose.

"What are you two doing?" Lu Yuanguang looked down at Chen Xiaomiao and asked with a smile, "What's that smell? It smells so good."

"It doesn't...it doesn't taste like anything!"

Lü Jiaxin nodded vigorously in agreement: "Yes, it doesn't smell like anything. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"is it?"

The master and apprentice bantered back and forth, leaving Lu Yuan both amused and exasperated. He stared intently at Chen Xiaomiao's lips, saying, "Is there anyone secretly eating something they shouldn't be eating behind my back?"

Chen Xiaomiao subconsciously raised her hand and quickly wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth, her eyes darting around.

"I didn't steal any food!"

(End of this chapter)