"Mom, it's not heavy."
With Lu Qiubo's help, Yang Lin took off the bamboo basket from her back and replied with a smile.
"Even if it's not heavy, you shouldn't be carrying it. Our house isn't lacking people to do work, so why should a pregnant person like you have to?" Lu Qiubo glared at her.
"Oh, you, you're such a workaholic! You should be resting now that you're carrying a child, but instead you're buzzing around all the time. If others see this, they'll think I, your mother-in-law, am mistreating you."
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Yang Lin laughed.
"The truth!"
Lu Qiubo glared at her again.
"Three, listen to Sangsang and rest more. Don't think that just because you feel good now means you will in the future. Don't regret it if something happens later."
Lin Laogeng also admonished Yang Lin.
"Dad, I understand." Yang Lin responded.
In reality, it was just a basket of pig grass. To her, who was no stranger to labor, it wasn't heavy at all.