After a few days, it was exactly a bright day with clear weather; Tu Laoyao was cooking noodles, and was massaging Tu-saozi’s swollen calves, forehead covered in sweat; A Yin came in, bringing in a bowl of fresh lychees, and, thinking that Tu-saozi shouldn’t be eating cold or raw foods, placed it aside, and said, “They were just in ice water; let them dry and then eat them.” Tu-saozi, legs bared, felt quite embarrassed, and bashfully smiled. “Thank you for your trouble, A Yin-guniang.” A Yin leaned over to look at her, and clicked her tongue regretfully. “Looking at your legs, they’re swollen as radishes; when a finger presses, it leaves a depression.” Tu-saozi stroked her belly, and smiled with a sigh. “Women’s lives are just like this, enduring hardships.” She paused, and then added, “This time, it’s more or less experiencing misfortune; in the future, when A Yin-guniang becomes pregnant, I can tend to you somewhat.” A Yin hurriedly waved her hand, straightening up and stretching out