Chapter 434: Huh? – Daily Melon Eating at the Sickly Aunt’s Compound

Chapter 434 Huh? – The Sickly Young Aunt’s Daily Compound Gossip

"Huihui! Here!" Lin Qing waved at Fu Huihui.

Oddly, Fu Huihui didn’t run over but walked carefully.

As soon as Fu Huihui approached, for some reason, Lin Qing circled her twice. "There’s something off about you!"

"Hehe!" Fu Huihui let out a small smile.

Lin Qing vaguely sensed something, but the feeling was like it was just out of reach.

"You…" She frowned unconsciously while deep in thought.

"Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria first. I’ll tell you later!"

"Alright!" Lin Qing went along with her as they walked toward the cafeteria together.

After getting their food and sitting down, Lin Qing couldn’t wait to ask about what had just happened.

"Tell me, tell me! You’re definitely hiding something from me!"

Fu Huihui was beaming. "I’m pregnant!"

Lin Qing froze.

It took her a second to process. Pregnant? Wait, really?

Pregnant?

After a beat, Lin Qing’s eyes lit up. "You mean… you’re pregnant?"

"Yeah!" Fu Huihui nodded vigorously.

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Fu Huihui’s smile was huge.

"That’s amazing!" Lin Qing was overjoyed for her friend.

Then, Lin Qing started asking about her daily life. "Now that you’re pregnant, any other symptoms?" She’d heard pregnant women couldn’t eat or smell certain things and had all sorts of weird reactions.

Like Lin Shu in their compound—her pregnancy was really rough.

She couldn’t stand even the slightest fishy smell, not even beans. Sometimes after dinner, she’d suddenly crave something tasty, driving Jiang Yang crazy. Because of this, Lin Shu and Mother Jiang had multiple blow-ups.

In short, pregnancy was no walk in the park!

Fu Huihui winced when talking about it. "Other things are fine, but I can’t stand fish, and I can’t eat meat either!"

Lin Qing: "Huh?" That sounds tough! Not even meat?

"But if you can’t eat meat, how are you getting nutrients? You need them when you’re pregnant!"

"Nothing I can do! Meat just tastes weird now—I can’t swallow it, and it makes me nauseous!" Some of Fu Huihui’s descriptions startled Lin Qing.

Was pregnancy really this painful?

Not being able to eat meat—that must suck!

"No wonder you only ordered the spicy stir-fried cabbage and skipped the braised pork with potatoes!" Lin Qing glanced at Fu Huihui's plate, finally understanding her meatless selection.

"Ah, it's fine. This spicy cabbage is really good. Lately, I've been craving spicy food!" As she said this, Fu Huihui started giggling.

"What's so funny?" Lin Qing was puzzled.

"Well, my husband says 'craving sour means a boy, spicy means a girl!' When I left today, he made me promise to protect his precious little daughter!"

Lin Qing smiled. "That's nice!" At least they're not like those families stuck on sons over daughters.

"How many months along are you?" Lin Qing asked, eyeing her unchanged stomach.

"Just over a month. We just got the results!"

"You're telling me after just one month?! Don't people usually wait three months to tell anyone?" Lin Qing looked at her in shock.

"Hahaha! What does it matter? We're best friends! Even if I didn't say anything, you'd've caught on eventually!" Fu Huihui didn't think she could hide it long—their frequent meals together meant any little change would give it away.

Lin Qing nodded. True enough—she'd already found it strange when Fu Huihui broke her usual habit of ordering meat dishes.

"It's good you told me. That way I won't accidentally yank you around or get you jumping." She really might've done so without thinking.

"Yeah, my husband said I should tell you early so you can keep an eye on me at the factory!"

"No problem! I'll definitely watch over you. As long as you're in my sight, I won't let you do anything dangerous!" Lin Qing said earnestly.

"Hahaha!" Fu Huihui laughed at her exaggerated expression.

"Go on, eat! Don't starve your precious daughter, or she'll hate me once she's out!" Lin Qing teased, faux-worried.

"Don't worry, I promise she won't. Before the birth, I'll make sure to look at you lots—fingers crossed she ends up as pretty as you!" Fu Huihui was always a sucker for pretty faces, which was partly why she'd befriended Lin Qing.

"Haha! Don't worry! You and your husband are both good-looking—your kid's bound to be cute."

"From your lips to heaven's ears!" Fu Huihui beamed.

"Hahaha!" Lin Qing laughed too, suddenly remembering Auntie Liu—that sharp lady who got both her sons hitched no problem.

"What's so funny?" Fu Huihui didn't get it.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought of Auntie Liu when you said that!"

Fu Huihui's response threw her off. "Well, I hope what Auntie Liu says comes true!" That way my daughter will definitely be gorgeous!

Lin Qing gave a wry laugh.

She focused on her lunch. "Cough, cough!"

Lin Qing gulped water, suppressing the cough.

As she set the bottle down, her gaze froze on a distant spot.

"Qing Qing, what's wrong?" Fu Huihui, noisily chomping her spicy cabbage, took a sip and noticed her friend frozen, staring.

"I just saw someone who shouldn't be here." Lin Qing looked away.

"Who?" Fu Huihui glanced around but couldn't see anything out of place.

"My sister-in-law." Lin Qing never thought she'd see Zhang Mei in the cafeteria.

Here's the edited translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

Their factory is pretty strict about who comes in and out. Generally, only workers are allowed inside, while outsiders usually have to wait at the gate and won't be let in.

This whole situation had her completely baffled!

"Wait, what?" Fu Huihui was quite familiar with Lin Qing's family situation. After all, the big fallout between Lin Qing's parents and her oldest brother had once been widely talked about.

"No way, why would your sister-in-law be here?"

Lin Qing shook her head. "Beats me!"

"If your sister-in-law is in this cafeteria, she must work at our factory."

But how could that be?

"We haven't hired anyone recently!" Lin Qing hadn't heard about any recruitment.

"And no one's covering shifts either!" Fu Huihui added quietly. Since she worked in HR, she'd know about that stuff. The two exchanged glances, both with the same question written all over their faces—so what exactly was going on?