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I must have been tired after exercising, and I slept like a little pig that night. Even Zhang Moyan kissing me didn't wake me up. Zhang Moyan felt both distressed and happy, and kissed my nose, eyebrows, and anywhere he could reach, several times.
The next day, Zhang Moyan indeed had Secretary Wang find many fruit pickers. When An Yuan got up, they were already working in the woods. An Yuan dressed warmly, put on a hat and gloves, and urged Zhang Moyan, "Hurry up, we are already late."
Seeing An Yuan so excited, Zhang Moyan was also very happy. The two of them ate some pie made from the apples picked yesterday, and then set off to work.
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"Sure enough, there is strength in numbers. The fruit forest has already been picked over a small area. Baskets and baskets of fruit are piled under the trees, and they extend continuously into the distance. An Yuan was so happy that he abandoned Zhang Moyan, who was diligently picking fruit in the tree, and walked around here and there.
Zhang Moyan squatted in the tree, and before long, An Yuan's figure disappeared."
In this forest, everything is fine as long as An Yuan is happy. There are always fruit farmers around to watch over him and make sure he doesn't get hurt.
So, the hardworking Zhang Moyan, like a groundhog storing food for the winter, gathers baskets of fruit and waits for the little groundhog An Yuan to finish playing outside, and then they go home together.
The lunch that day was made with those delicious fruits as the main ingredients. An Yuan ate to his heart's content, getting through the previous morning sickness period, and his appetite began to gradually increase.
"I won't go fruit picking this afternoon."
"Why?"
"The storage room at home is almost full, so we have to make these fruits into jam to store them, so that we can make room for other fruits." Zhang Moyan said, and An Yuan thought for a moment, then nodded in understanding, "I see."
An Yuan said seriously, "All these things you mentioned are what I need to do, and what you need to do is to go to bed obediently and sleep." He didn't want An Yuan to be like last night again.
I touched my belly. It's almost four months, and my belly has started to show. Although I was very reluctant, An Yuan still nodded.
Zhang Moyan brought out the blanket and laid it on the large sofa. An Yuan took off his shoes and lay down automatically.
"I'll be working on the side, and you can watch the whole process. If you get tired, just close your eyes and sleep." Although the room was warm, Zhang Moyan tucked the quilt tightly, and An Yuan looked like a big silkworm from a distance.
Baskets of fruit were moved into the living room, and finally Zhang Moyan brought in a basket of salt.
An Yuan looked at Zhang Moyan with wide eyes as she coated each apple with salt. "Why are you putting salt on them? Won't the fruit become dehydrated and taste salty?"
"I won't be salty. There are too many of these fruits. Adding some salt will make the color look better."
An Yuan seemed to understand vaguely, Zhang Moyan's movements were very fast. The fruits in white clothes jumped into the basket one by one. Even the speed of jumping sheep couldn't compare. After watching for a while, An Yuan felt drowsy.
He had a dream, in which the lush green grass was covered with fruits wearing salt clothes. He picked one up and took a careful bite - it was sour and sweet, just as Zhang Moyan had said, not salty at all.
An Yuan squatted down to pick up the fruits and suddenly heard a gurgling sound beside his ear. When he looked up, he saw a large amount of water rushing in! In the blink of an eye, it was already at his feet.
An Yuan suddenly woke up, looked towards where Zhang Moyan was sitting, and saw that the fruit had been processed and sealed in a glass jar. However, Zhang Moyan was nowhere to be seen.
"Moyan," An Yuan called out, but there was no response. She must have gone out.
An Yuan walked to the window and looked out at the orchard. Most of the fruit trees had already been destroyed, and many fruit farmers were sitting together drinking tea and chatting.
"Knock, knock, knock." A knocking sound came from the door. An Yuan turned around, and by the glass door stood a fruit farmer wearing a hat, holding his stomach with a pained expression.
"Is there something wrong?" An Yuan opened the door, "I'm really sorry, I have a stomachache, can I use the restroom here?"
"Of course, the restroom is on the right side of the hallway." The farmer apologized and pointed to An Yuan with a smiling face, then immediately ran into the restroom while holding his stomach.
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