Muniang took Qinghe to see the Midwife, a warm-hearted woman. What mattered was Muniang had given a generous deposit, which made the old woman very happy. She smiled with crescent eyes: "This child is good, the baby is well-positioned, and you've nourished her well during pregnancy. The delivery will surely not be difficult."
"Then thank you, Nanny Guo." Muniang smiled.
"Hey, what's there to thank me for? Not to boast, but within ten miles, you won't find anyone more skilled in delivering babies than me. I've got decades of experience. I'll ensure the safety of mother and child. When it's time for you to have a baby, Muniang, just come look for me!"
Muniang's face turned red. She hadn't even married yet, so wasn't it a bit early to talk about children?
Qinghe giggled: "That's right. Don't worry, after I safely deliver this baby, she'll naturally be coming back to you."
Muniang glared at her, but thinking of Yu Ze, her face burned even hotter.
