"Come have a drink, have some water." Father Zhao immediately poured Meng Yunhan a cup of water and then, turning to Yun Hao, said, "Your wife never comes here empty-handed. Whenever she visits, she either brings me some vegetables or buys me wine."
Meng Yunhan kept a polite smile on her face.
If Grandpa Zhao knew that she never left empty-handed either – she either scavenged some lonely books, or some textbooks. Her high school revision textbooks were basically all scavenged from the garbage.
"Xiaomeng, how long have you been pregnant?" Father Zhao knew that he hadn't seen Meng Yunhan for a few months. Now, seeing her with a big belly, he realized that she was pregnant and that's why she hadn't come to the town.
"Six months." Meng Yunhan touched her belly, radiating a maternal glow.
