Chapter 522: Princess Youchao Xuan Is About to Have a Child

Ying didn't understand why the child loved sleeping so much—eat, then sleep, then eat again? Mother smiled and reached out to take the child; the child was already asleep, chubby and adorable, and mother couldn't help but give a kiss. Ape‑man's children are just different.

The skin was this white, just like Qinghuan's.

She used to dislike people with white skin, but now suddenly thinks white skin is prettier; she and Ying are both too dark, and she has also looked at Axi's child.

A tiny little blackish lump, not as cute as her grandson.

"That's something you just don't get, mother says a child sleeping is growing its body, so don't disturb him. I'll take him back and sleep with my sister. Ying, you're also tired, go cook something to eat; in a bit Qinghuan will be hungry."

After mother takes the child away, Ying, thinking that Nan Qinghuan hasn't woken up yet, prepares a lavish dinner.

While Qinghuan is in postpartum confinement, everyone gave her many foods: cured meat, mountain chicken, and some bird eggs.

Ying can't cook anything delicious, but his specialty is simmering bone broth; he plans to go outside to fetch some mushrooms, when unexpectedly, just as he steps out, he sees Li Xiang walking toward him, a basket in hand.

"Ying"

"Senior brother, why are you here?"

Li Xiang arrives, and Ying eagerly invites him in to sit down; Li Xiang looks around the room, not seeing Nan Qinghuan, and asks, "Qinghuan hasn't returned yet?"

He heard that today Nan Qinghuan was dealing with organic fertilizer, and the Common People were very grateful to her, so she came to take a look and, in passing, let her teach herself, since in a few days they will also be planting.

Learn a bit of agricultural knowledge.

Ying prepares to light a fire, "She is resting; I intend to simmer a soup for her."

"That's perfect; I just harvested some fresh mushrooms from the Forest today—try them in your soup?"

"Mushrooms?"

Ying didn't expect his senior brother to bring him mushrooms; he was very pleased and accepted without hesitation, and after receiving the mushrooms, he began preparing the broth.

Li Xiang, seeing how proficient he now is at making bone broth, also realized that his junior sister had married a good man.

So nice.

Soon, Ying chops the bones into pieces, puts them in the pot to simmer, then blanches them; when Li Xiang sees that all these methods are modern techniques, he truly doesn't understand.

How does Ying know these? "Did Qinghuan teach you?"

Did Qinghuan teach him? Ying is lighting the fire; although there is now coal, Ying thinks these underground resources will eventually run out, so he is very frugal.

If you can burn firewood, burn firewood.

Don't touch the coal; save the coal for when heavy Snow seals the mountains in winter—then it's best to use.

"Yeah, Qinghuan said it tastes good this way, okay, I'll try it. Senior brother, do you have business with us?"

Li Xiang used to think Nan Qinghuan praised Ying too much; he assumed Ying just had a better temperament, but now he realizes that Ying can set aside everything to simmer soup for Nan Qinghuan, and he also heard that while Qinghuan is in postpartum confinement, Ying never had free time.

He can carry the child, change its diaper, and fetch waste and urine for Qinghuan; if one person can do all these things, what else could be called true love? At that moment, Li Xiang finally felt completely humbled.

For a primitive person, achieving this would be so difficult.

He thought for a moment and smiled, "Ying, Qinghuan is truly happy following me. Alright, I should go back too; Duoluo wants braised pork, I'll go make it for her."

"Senior brother, thanks for the mushrooms."

Li Xiang, seeing his politeness, just smiled, "These are just what I should do, I'm leaving."

After seeing Li Xiang depart, the sky outside grew dark.

The Small Town drifted in a sea of lights.

When Ying finished simmering the bone broth, the whole house was filled with fragrance.

Nan Qinghuan, half-asleep, was awakened by a wave of aroma; she got up and found her whole body aching, as if she would fall apart with any movement.

"Ying…"

She called out once without response, forced herself to sit up, put on her shoes, and after opening the door, she saw this scene.

Ying was squatting by the fire, watching the flames, while the pot emitted a bubbling sound that promised deliciousness.

"Ying"

"Qinghuan, you're awake?"

Ying turned his head, delighted that she had woken, "Hold on, I'll go fetch water for you to wash your face."

"No need, I'll do it myself. What are you simmering that smells so good?"

"Mushroom bone broth; you should drink more."

"Mushrooms? Did you go pick mushrooms?"

Nan Qinghuan found it unbelievable, "When did Ying go? The senior brother brought it; shall we try it in a bit?"

"Where's the child? You didn't go out."

"Don't worry, the child is asleep; mother took it away. I just came and didn't wake you; it drank milk powder."

"Can you make milk?"

Nan Qinghuan was shocked—ancient wildmen could make milk? Ying chuckled innocently, "Didn't you teach me? I just tried it, and it turned out quite good, especially the pacifier; the child stopped crying."

Hearing that the child stopped crying, Nan Qinghuan almost laughed at how cute he was; how could this man be so amusing? "I miss the child."

Ying, hearing she missed the child, hurriedly said,

"First eat the meal, then go see the child, okay?"

Nan Qinghuan noticed his unusually gentle mood today, frowned slightly, "Ying, what's wrong? Why do I feel you're acting strange today?"

Ying just let out a snort, thinking of the warm spring water filled with their scent, and felt happy.

Because he had eaten his fill.

This time he ate heartily.

He snorted, reached out to pinch her little cheek, "Because you make me so happy, Qinghuan, you know, I would love to give you the best of everything."

Nan Qinghuan still believed this; Ying would give her all the good things.

She reached out and touched his face.

"Fool, you've already given me a pair of treasures; I'm satisfied. Here, taste how it is."

"Wait a moment, I'll serve you a bowl."

The husband and wife, who had been about to eat, were suddenly interrupted from their calm by an urgent voice from outside.

"Ying, Goddess, are you there?"

Hearing the voice, Nan Qinghuan sprang to her feet, unable to mind the lingering pain, and said, "Yao, what's wrong?"

Yao rushed in from outside, grabbed Nan Qinghuan's arm in one hand, looking truly frantic.

"Goddess, it's not good—Aji says her stomach hurts; is she about to give birth?"

"Stomach pain?"

Nan Qinghuan does have experience, but it's not that time yet—maybe the wolf clan's genetics differ from ordinary people, so the child doesn't need to be born after ten months? "Yes, go take a look; Aji is in such pain she could die."

"Don't panic; I'll grab the toolbox right away, and you go summon Youchao Xuan and Jiguang to your house, quickly."