Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 444 - 429 I’m afraid you’ll give birth to a little black ball.
Tian Sangsang looked down and raised an eyebrow: "Egg custard?"
Zhao Chun nodded enthusiastically. Egg custard—easy to make, easy to eat, simply too good to be true.
"Try it." He eagerly pushed a bowl toward her and handed her a spoon.
Tian Sangsang had a hint of anticipation. After all, the egg custard looked pretty decent. A bowl of pale yellow custard topped with fragrant oil and chopped green onions, blending the rich aroma of steamed eggs, oil, and scallions—it was utterly enticing.
She scooped up a small spoonful, hmm, it looked tender and smooth. Happily, she placed it in her mouth, chewed on it...
Zhao Chun seemed a bit nervous and blinked: "How is it, how is it?"
Tian Sangsang calmly and indifferently finished chewing the small bite, swallowed slowly, then put down the spoon and uttered, "My life is over." She had every reason to believe that if future meals were all left to Zhao Chun, her child wouldn’t even make it into this world; it would just miscarry directly.
This was equivalent to chronic poison!
Zhao Chun’s expression instantly collapsed.
Tian Sangsang consoled him: "Actually, for a newbie like you, achieving this on the first try is already pretty good. It’s just that you added way too much salt—couldn’t get the proportions or timing right. Practice more and you’ll improve. Practice makes perfect!"
Zhao Chun also scooped up a bite for himself, and the chewing process felt like swallowing a fly.
He said, "I added a whole tablespoon of salt."
Tian Sangsang gave him a "figures" kind of look. "That’s the amount you use for a pot of noodles."
Zhao Chun suddenly nodded in realization, indicating that he had learned something.
During lunch, when Tian Sangsang was cooking, he stayed in the kitchen watching. Seeing him so willing to learn, Tian Sangsang was delighted to explain things to him. Subsequently, over the next few days, when Tian Sangsang was lying on the couch watching TV, she could often hear sounds coming from the kitchen:
"Sangsang, how much water do you need to cook rice?"
"Sangsang, do you add noodles first or later?"
"Sangsang,..."
Eventually, he basically learned how to cook rice. Sometimes, the rice would turn out too hard and dry, other times too watery—this was due to his inability to gauge the right water ratio. When making porridge, he’d cook it so dry it resembled plain rice. As for stir-frying, he managed to cook basic dishes pretty well by following the steps in the recipe.
The most impressive skill was his mastery of egg custard. Not only that, but he also branched out creatively. Building on his egg custard success, he went on to make milk-steamed eggs. Later, he got bolder, adding small strawberries, cherry tomatoes, or even chocolate pieces atop his milk-steamed eggs.
Tian Sangsang had to admit that he was pretty romantic.
After three days of eating egg custard, Tian Sangsang grew tired of it; four days of milk-steamed eggs later, she tired of those too.
Thankfully, just as she was getting bored, Zhao Chun finally stopped insisting on serving those dishes for breakfast.
One day, he came back excitedly with a small can of milk—a metal can. He grinned widely at her: "Sangsang, from now on, just drink milk for breakfast, paired with some pastries and fruit."
Tian Sangsang was confused: "This milk hasn’t been processed?"
Zhao Chun responded, "Nope, it’s straight off the cow. I’ve made arrangements—they’ll deliver the morning and evening supply every day."
Tian Sangsang furrowed her brows; milk was quite expensive at this time.
Zhao Chun seemed to sense what she was thinking and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don’t feel bad about it—it’s your money anyway. I just set the subscription up for you."
Um, and how do you know I would even want it?
Tian Sangsang drank the milk, but it didn’t make her feel sick. However, by the third day, she grew tired of it again. Milk had its perks, but it easily made her feel overstuffed. And for some reason, she found her palate growing increasingly picky. The same thing—after a few days, she’d feel fed up with it.
"Yanyan, can you finish this?"
Meng Shuyan blinked blankly, but when his mom gave him *that* look, he immediately caught on: "Mom, I can’t finish it. If you want, I’ll give all mine to you." His mom’s appetite had been huge lately, and the little guy was already used to it. He was determined to take good care of her. With their dad gone, he and Chun Zisu combined were practically equal to one dad.
Tian Sangsang rubbed her forehead, wondering if she was eating too much.
Slyly, she tried coaxing him: "No, Yanyan, it’s just that Mom’s a little full. I really can’t finish it. How about you drink this milk instead? If you drink more milk, you’ll grow taller, okay?"
"No." The successfully brainwashed Meng Shuyan shook his head resolutely and glared at her: "Chun Zisu said drinking milk morning and night will help grow a healthy, chubby little sister. Mom, you have to finish it!"
Tian Sangsang suddenly felt as if her son had grown up overnight.
Just then, Zhao Chun emerged from the kitchen, apron tied around his waist, and asked, "What are you guys talking about?"
"Mom was saying she wanted to give me her milk to drink," Meng Shuyan answered straightforwardly.
!!!
Reported by her own son, Tian Sangsang had no choice but to finish the milk in one gulp. Afterward, she sat on the couch and shot Zhao Chun an unsatisfied look: "Why do I get the feeling you’re overly obsessed with milk? Do you have some sort of milk fixation?"
Zhao Chun scratched his head and hesitated before responding weakly: "Do you want the truth or a lie?"
Tian Sangsang gritted her teeth: "What do you think?"
Zhao Chun: "Drinking milk can make you whiter."
Tian Sangsang: "And?"
"Think about it. You used to be so dark—your whole body, apart from your teeth and the whites of your eyes, was practically..." Before he could finish, Tian Sangsang interrupted with an ominous tone: "You still remember my embarrassing past? Forget it! Forget you ever saw it, do you hear me?"
"Don’t get upset, don’t get upset!" Zhao Chun quickly nodded as he saw her frowning.
"Then go on—finish what you were saying."
Zhao Chun shrank his head back in fear. "How about I don’t say it?"
"Say it!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"But you have to promise me you won’t get mad first."
"Fine."
Zhao Chun glanced timidly at her face and swallowed hard: "It’s just that, you used to be so dark, and although you’ve lightened up now, I’m worried the baby you’ll give birth to might inherit your old skin tone. So until you deliver, you have to drink milk morning and night to lessen the odds of giving birth to a... little charcoal. It’s all about putting in the effort—humans can defy fate."
"Zhao Chun!" Tian Sangsang hissed through clenched teeth as she stood abruptly, grabbed a slipper, and swung it toward him. Zhao Chun screamed in alarm, evading her strikes—but not too aggressively, worried she might trip or hurt herself.
"You’re asking for it, aren’t you?"
"I was wrong!"
Because of his cautious dodging, he ended up with several slipper marks on his body and hung his head in defeat, frustrated. They’d agreed she wouldn’t get mad. QAQ
Still, his words did trigger a private concern in Tian Sangsang’s heart. If she really gave birth to a mini black ball, it would be a disaster. People might even suspect her of cheating—with an African lover, no less.
From now on, she’d just obediently drink milk every day.
Meng Shuyan calmly sipped his milk, his brows and eyes smiling as he watched the two of them.
