Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, it's September.
In late autumn, the wind is high and the air is fresh.
Some trees outside the window are already draped in golden leaves, showcasing the most beautiful colors before they wither.
Three months have passed since Yao Mingyue's surgery...
Huhai.
Xu Musen returned home, opened the door, and the living room was filled with a sweet fragrance, with a busy figure in the kitchen.
Xu Musen opened the kitchen door and cautiously approached, "Didn't I tell you not to enter the kitchen? Whatever you want to eat, wait for me to cook it for you when I get back."
At this moment, An Nuannuan was wearing an apron, intently watching the sweet porridge simmering in the pot.
It's been four months, and now An Nuannuan's belly already shows a noticeable curve.
Although it's not to the point of being inconvenient, the kitchen inevitably has water stains and such, and it wouldn't be good if she fell.
