Chapter 1440: Shopping with His Wife

After Chuxue finished buying the face cream, Fu Yan Cheng said softly, "Let's go over to the grocery counter and pick up some snacks for you to take home."

Chuxue naturally would not refuse; after all, eating for four people meant she got hungry quickly: "I'll listen to you."

Fu Yan Cheng had already stashed quite a few ration tickets on his person when he left the house: "Comrade, please pack one jin of egg cakes, two jin of glutinous rice strips, and one jin of peach cookies for me."

After saying this, he carefully looked at the other groceries in the counter; seeing Yili brand animal biscuits in a tin box, Fu Yan Cheng pointed and said, "Give me another box of animal biscuits."

Before the salesclerk could say anything, Chuxue laughed out loud, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone: "I'm not a child; why buy animal biscuits?"

Fu Yan Cheng saw the salesclerk was busy weighing the items he had just ordered; he leaned close to Chuxue's ear and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear: "You're not a child; you're my heart and soul."

Chuxue suddenly looked up: "You..."

She stammered "you" for a long time, her face turning red, but couldn't say what came next; such words would be perfectly normal in later eras, but how did this man know how to flirt so well? The key point was that he stood straight in his military uniform, yet wore a completely serious expression on his face.

Fu Yan Cheng's lips curled up; seeing the salesclerk turn away to get busy again, he said, "My wife is so good; naturally, I must spoil her more, or what if she runs away?"

Chuxue raised her hand and pinched his waist: "What nonsense are you talking?"

Fu Yan Cheng didn't dodge; he just smiled at her: "Quickly see what else you want to eat; let's buy it all together and take it home."

Thinking that the child should be born in a few months: "Did you bring cloth tickets? I want to buy some cotton fabric; later I'll learn to make children's clothes from Tao Saozi."

Hearing about making clothes for the child, how could Fu Yan Cheng possibly disagree: "I brought them."

Actually, Chuxue had stored quite a lot of fabric in her space, but she still needed a cover story, right? Later, if she ran a few trips to the regiment's service station and the town's supply and marketing cooperative, even if extra fabric appeared, it could be explained.

Next, Fu Yan Cheng bought another jin of milk candy and one jin of fruit candy: "The weather is getting cooler; we can stock up on more candy, which can also supplement some energy for your body."

Then the two went straight to the fabric counter.

For the back side, there were only a few options; Chuxue chose one piece with a bright blue background and red peonies, one with a large red background and red-and-yellow peonies, and one with a lake-blue background and pink peonies; she bought enough of each to make two small quilts, then bought white cotton fabric for the lining.

While the salesclerk was cutting the fabric, she said with a smile: "These patterns are festive for small quilts; the leftover scraps can even be pieced together into two small pillows."

She glanced at Chuxue's belly, then looked at the cut floral fabric, and asked uncertainly: "Sister, your belly isn't carrying triplets, is it?"

Chuxue just smiled and did not answer, but the answer was obvious.

Three patterns, each distinct; that way, there would be no fear of mixing them up later.

After cutting all this, the cloth tickets were exhausted.

Fu Yan Cheng told Chuxue to wait there; he ran to a nearby spot to buy two mesh bags, then returned and packed everything into them.

Only then did he carry two mesh bags in one hand, protect Chuxue with the other, leave the department store, and walk toward the place where they waited for the bus back to the regiment.

Just as they arrived there, someone greeted them: "Deputy Regiment Commander Fu, did you bring your wife to the city to do some shopping?"

You never hit a smiling face; even though this woman's reputation in the dependents' compound was not very good, Fu Yan Cheng, though unwilling to deal with people, still nodded to them: "Yes."

By now, the woman's eyes were already fixed on the mesh bags in Fu Yan Cheng's hands: "Oh, why buy so many bolts of floral fabric? This is too wasteful."