Chapter 182 - 182 The Air
182 The Air
The moment he stepped out of the door, Deng Dong took a deep breath through her nose.
This smell was comfortable. If she didn’t go out, she would be marinated by the fragrance in the room.
“Miss Deng, what do you want to eat?” Qu Zhi hailed a taxi with a smile.
She wasn’t anyone’s wife. The current Deng Dong was Qu Zhi’s friend, and they were both independent people.
“Let’s go eat hotpot. I want to eat Yuanyang Hotpot!” Deng Dong’s eyes lit up.
She had been abroad for many years and had been thinking about it. She didn’t expect that pregnancy and confinement would be like jail, and she was locked up again and again. She could not touch any greasy meat, not even a single bite. She lost her appetite as she ate the nutritious meal.
On the surface, everyone said they were doing this for her own good, but in reality, she felt more and more like a vase at home. It could be used for flower arrangements and could be cleaned every day, but its use was limited to this. Everyone’s expectation of her was to be a ‘good mother’.
Everyone thought it was an instinct, but it was actually a skill.
When they arrived at the hotpot restaurant, Deng Dong was still a little reserved. He asked Qu Zhi timidly, “Is it okay for me to eat like this?” Would it really make the child’s body worse?
“Eat! At most, you’ll get some pimples. Order whatever you want to eat.” At that time, Qu Zhi didn’t have so many taboos, and she also liked to eat spicy food. After giving birth to Chuchu, she was prohibited from eating spicy food for more than a month, so she wanted to eat it whenever she saw chili. After she gave birth to Sisi, she ate almost everything during her confinement. She ate oily food and spicy food. That month passed uneventfully, but she felt that she was more energetic than when she was pregnant.
Moreover, Deng Dong had already been out of confinement for a few weeks. If she were to continue holding it in, it would be pure suffering.
“Then I’ll order.” Deng Dong circled several plates of meat on the menu. Her family’s Hu Du said the meat outside might not be clean, especially in the hotpot. Today, she was not only going to eat meat, but also beef tripe, pork throat, and duck blood! What did he mean by she can’t eat it when he didn’t allow her?
Winter was really a good day to eat hotpot. The windows outside were so cold that water droplets were falling from them. It was so hot inside that Deng Dong’s face was flushed. She took off her down jacket that was as thick as a quilt and couldn’t help but say, “It’s so comfortable.”
Qu Zhi saw that her brows had relaxed and the corners of her mouth had curled up. She was truly relaxed.
Now that she took a closer look at his old friend, she finally felt a little familiar. She was just short of two braids.
The last time they saw each other, they were still young and inexperienced students. Now that they met again, they were both mothers.
“Tell me, what have you been doing during this period of time when there was no letter?” The smell of the chili in the butter pot came up, and the fragrance began to spiral into his nose. Deng Dong couldn’t help but take a deep breath. It was the same taste as he remembered.
It wasn’t a big deal. The most successful thing was that she had a family that loved her and was financially independent.
“Do you have your own job?” Before the last call, Qu Zhi was still a desperate housewife. Both inside and outside were difficult to deal with. At that time, Deng Dong had laughed at Qu Zhi for not being strong at all. Now that she had given birth, she finally understood how it felt.
Qu Zhi nodded, rinsed a piece of beef tripe, and put it in Deng Dong’s bowl. “You should eat more. You look like a prisoner.”
Deng Dong laughed out loud.
She also felt that she was like a prisoner. This time, she came out and was determined not to go in again.
Qu Zhi learned that her original band had always wanted to contact her, but because the band members came and left, they couldn’t find an excellent violinist like her for the time being, so everyone needed her.
“Do you think I can still do it?” She hadn’t practiced for a long time, and her hands were rusty.
And now, because she had been taking care of the child for a long time, she sometimes felt that her hands were starting to tremble. It was too low of a mistake to make when playing the violin, and she was also afraid of how people outside would look at her.
She was a good mother, but she didn’t take care of her child who was less than a year old. Instead, she insisted on joining the band. One could tell that she was a woman who likes to loaf around.
Qu Zhi told her about her experience with Sisi.
Actually, it wasn’t that difficult.
She still had to live her own life, if they pin everything on another person, sooner or later, they would collapse from the pressure.