"Let’s go back then." Fang Pingying didn’t want to return, but after all, she came from there, and both her in-laws and her own family were there; some things couldn’t be avoided. Luo Zhiyong knew her thoughts, but he had his own plans as well. He thought of taking advantage of the fact that the child hadn’t been born yet and they could go back for the New Year as much as possible. By next year, once the child is born, now that they have settled here, they will certainly have less time to go back. Unwilling as they might be, it would just be this year. After all, there were still elderly people at home, and Luo Dashan had always been longing for them to come back for the New Year. When he saw that Fang Pingying agreed, he nodded at her, continuing to help her dry her hair while saying, "Alright, rest well these days, you’ll have to travel a lot during the New Year break." "Mmm-hmm." Fang Pingying, laying with her head on Luo Zhiyong’s thigh with her hair gently wiped by him, felt extremely comfortable and couldn’t help but hum softly. That sound to Luo Zhiyong’s ears sounded very much like the noise she made when they were intimate, and Luo Zhiyong suddenly tensed up, his body starting to heat up. Since Fang Pingying got pregnant, he had been strictly following the doctor’s advice, not daring to overstep, but today he just couldn’t hold back any longer. He gazed at Fang Pingying, then suddenly lowered his head to lightly kiss her lips, his voice a bit hoarse as he said, "Wife, let’s go to sleep." Fang Pingying knew what he wanted to do, her face flushed as she pushed him slightly, "Don’t mess around, the doctor said we couldn’t for three months..." "Three months?" Luo Zhiyong also remembered the doctor’s advice, his face turning sour, "That’s really asking for too much." "Nonsense." Fang Pingying scolded him lightly with a blushing face. Luo Zhiyong gasped softly, pulling Fang Pingying’s hand towards him, "Wife, touch it yourself, it can hardly hold back anymore." Fang Pingying, forced to touch that area, blushed instantly like a red cloth. But since the doctor had instructed, what could she do? She glared at him and turned away, not wanting to deal with him. But Luo Zhiyong didn’t plan to let her go, pulling her hand towards him... Without exception, the next morning, Fang Pingying’s hand was so sore that she had no strength. But someone was very energetic, having returned to the army base before dawn, leaving Fang Pingying a note, "Wife, I’ve gone back to the army, bought you breakfast, it’s on the table in the living room, heat it up when you wake up." Looking at those strong and forceful characters on the paper, Fang Pingying smiled lightly. This man was caring most of the time, only too vigorous. Despite being tired for many days, he had insisted on engaging her till late last night, barely sleeping a few hours before immediately heading back to the army, probably even rushing for morning training. Fang Pingying lay in bed for a while, and seeing it was almost eight o’clock, got up and heated the buns and porridge Luo Zhiyong had bought. After eating, she tidied up a bit and dressed to go to the shop. It was still early, and when Fang Pingying arrived at the shop, quite a few people were there buying pastries for breakfast. The business was very good. Because there were too many people, Luo Honglan felt a bit dizzy from collecting money. When she saw Fang Pingying, she quickly called out, "Sister-in-law, you take over the cash, I’ll get some items for the customers." Fang Pingying responded and was about to go over when suddenly she heard Juzi calling, "Sister-in-law." Turning around, Fang Pingying saw Juzi and Uncle Zeng getting off a vehicle, with Uncle Zeng holding a paper bag. Fang Pingying remembered that she had arranged to meet with Uncle Zeng here for a discussion, but she didn’t expect them to come so early. She took a few steps towards the door and asked with a smile, "Juzi, have you had breakfast? If not, I can ask Honglan to buy some for you. What would you like?" "We ate at home before coming here." Juzi nodded with a smile, then cheerfully said to her, "Didn’t you mention a profitable deal yesterday? I spoke to my uncle last night, and he was urging me to come over first thing in the morning." Knowing their purpose, Fang Pingying called them to the back room of the shop, "Okay, let’s go inside and talk." As soon as they entered the room, Uncle Zeng handed the paper bag to Fang Pingying, saying with a light smile, "Xiao Fang, this is for you and Zhiyong. I couldn’t get around to see your new house yesterday; I bought these things a few days ago but didn’t get the chance to give them to you." Fang Pingying received it and glanced at the packaging. It was a set of fine tea cups and a tea pot, elegantly packaged and obviously not cheap. Feeling a bit awkward to accept, she smiled and gently refused, "Uncle Zeng, you’re too polite." Uncle Zeng smiled, "Just take it, now that you have a new house, it’s fitting to have a set . Besides, Zhiyong enjoys drinking tea, right?" In fact, though Fang Pingying and Luo Zhiyong had been married, they rarely had spare time. She hadn’t really noticed his fondness for tea, but since Uncle Zeng had brought it, she naturally found it hard to refuse and gladly accepted. After some casual small talk, Zeng Weiguo got to the main topic, "Xiao Fang, what were you telling Juzi about yesterday?" Fang Pingying told them about her idea from a few days ago of making hand warmers, "See, it’s getting colder now, many people are starting to use hand-warming hot water bags and the like. I have a great product idea; once made, it will have the same effect as a hot water bag but much more convenient and aesthetically pleasing." Zeng Weiguo seemed interested and nodded, "Let’s hear it." Fang Pingying thought for a moment and explained, "The main issue I can’t solve right now is that I plan to have this hot water bag electrically heated, which means, can you find someone to make a small heating element? Once that part is made, making this type of hot water bag becomes very straightforward and won’t require much raw material." "How big should the heating element be approximated to be, what size is the hot water bag approximately, and what material is needed?" Zeng Weiguo asked in detail. Fang Pingying explained about the hand warmers that appeared in her previous life and, fearing she wasn’t being clear enough, she sketched a rough outline for him to see, and then explained the principle of how the hand warmers generate heat. Seeing the sketch on the paper, Zeng Weiguo’s eyes lit up. This device clearly would be far more convenient than current warm water bottles or hot water bags, No need to fill with water, just hold it and connect with a wire, could be used anywhere, not only at home but also outside; walking around and constantly usable, plus with an attractive design, if this thing could really be made, it would definitely set off a trend. Uncle Zeng thought there was potential and then said to Fang Pingying, "The heating element you mentioned is not available here; I have to go to some big cities in the Southern to check if I can find a factory that produces it. If we can bring in the technology, there should be no problem." Fang Pingying felt that bringing in technology was a good idea, and immediately nodded, "Uncle Zeng, this technology is worth introducing. In the future, many devices could likely utilize this kind of heating element. It’d be a worthwhile investment." And many similar small devices will use such tiny heating elements in the future, Fang Pingying believed there was a solid business prospect in this idea. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)