Apart from alcohol, we need to prepare some food, she recalled from TV dramas that childbirth requires energy. Yes, I must bring some food.
Xu Ying felt this was more thrilling than fighting zombies in the apocalypse.
"Mom, do we need to cook something for my eldest sister-in-law?" Xu Ying, carrying scissors and alcohol, went upstairs.
Mr. Xu hurriedly took the things from her.
Mrs. Xu felt dizzy and remembered giving birth to her own children, the midwife had made her husband prepare brown sugar water for her.
"Right, right, right, old man, go and make some brown sugar water for the eldest son's wife," Mrs. Xu said, taking the scissors and, full of curiosity, looked at the transparent bottle: "Daughter, what's this?"
"Alcohol, for disinfection. Otherwise, the scissors would be covered in bacteria," Xu Ying explained.
Mrs. Xu nodded her head in agreement, of course, that made sense.
She poured alcohol over the scissors and headed towards Eldest Sister-in-law Xu with them.
