I Became the Prime Minister’s Adored Wife after Transmigrating

Chapter 13 The secret recipe for childbirth!

After a while, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law found a big wooden basin and handled the pheasant a little bit.

"Before the sun goes down, let's hurry up and go home before the curfew." Zhao Lanhua thought for a while, then glanced at Mrs. Shen, "Go back to the house and pack your clothes. Go back to the shop and help."

Hearing that she was able to go back to the shop, Mrs. Shen's eyes immediately glowed with light, and finally she shook her head again, "It's still not possible, the second younger brother and sister are getting heavier and heavier, if I go back to the shop, wouldn't you be a mother?" Do a lot of work? If Da Lang finds out, he will definitely blame me."

"The second child's family is only six months old, and there are still several months before the birth! Besides, I can do the work of this family," Zhao Lanhua said with a sharp smile, "Master, you love me, I I'm happy, but mother is not the kind of old fool who insists on keeping her daughter-in-law at home to do housework, and besides, if you don't live with the eldest, when will mother have her grandson?"

"Mother..." Second Aunt Shen called out with a choked tone.

It has been three years since Mrs. Shen entered the Shen family, and she is still not happy.

This matter is a thorn in Mrs. Shen's heart.

Zhao Lanhua inadvertently caught a glimpse of Mrs. Shen's flushed eyes, and persuaded in a warm voice, "Don't be too stressed, you and the boss are still young, this child's affairs should be based on fate, maybe it's fate at this moment." It's not here yet!"

"Mother... I... I know." Mrs. Shen hurriedly raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears, and forced a smile.

Ji Zhao, who had just walked out of the ear room at that time, also felt a little uncomfortable.

No wonder Mrs. Shen hated herself so much.

Cursing a woman who has been married for three years and hasn't conceived is a hen that doesn't lay eggs is really too vicious.

Ji Zhao remembered that it was also recorded in the book that Mrs. Shen still couldn't be happy in the end, and died of depression before she was thirty.

"Mother, sister-in-law, shall I help you clean up together?" After adjusting his mood, Ji Zhao smiled and walked to the side of the two, rolled up his sleeves and was ready to help clean up the pheasants together.

"You just washed it clean, so don't do it." Aunt Shen refused without raising her head, "There is not much work left."

Zhao Lanhua got up slowly, and looked at Ji Zhao carefully.

Ji Zhao blinked in a daze, "Mother?"

"I see that the injury on your head is a bit serious." Zhao Lanhua frowned slightly and thought about it for a while, "Well, in a quarter of an hour, let's go to the county together and take you to see a doctor first."

"Thank you mother!" Ji Zhao smiled gratefully.

After Zhao Lanhua turned around and went to the main house, Ji Zhao slowly squatted beside Mrs. Shen who was plucking chicken feathers.

Mrs. Shen, who looked suspicious, took a step back subconsciously.

"Sister-in-law, don't be nervous, I don't mean anything malicious."

"Who knows?" Mrs. Shen replied lukewarmly.

Ji Zhao smiled awkwardly, and then said softly, "Sister-in-law, I want to apologize to you, I was too stupid before."

"No need."

"Sister-in-law, actually... Actually, I have a secret recipe for having children!" After struggling again and again, Ji Zhao finally said this.

A gleam of light flashed across Mrs. Shen's eyes quickly, but in the end there was only sadness left.

"How could you have a secret recipe for having children? I heard that the third brother and you haven't consummated the marriage yet."

Ji Zhao was stunned speechless.

"Actually, to be precise, it's not that I have the secret recipe for having children, but that I've heard of it," Ji Zhao thought for a while, leaned into Mrs. Shen's ear, blushed and said a few words in a low voice.

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