My wife woke up her husband in the middle of the night: "I'm hungry."

In the middle of the night, just bear with it. "The husband, afraid of the cold, refused to get up, turned over and continued sleeping, and the wife didn't make a sound again, carrying her big belly to heat up some food, secretly wiping tears when she thought of her husband's indifference."
The old man got up to go to the bathroom and bumped into her, blood rushing to his head. He rushed into the bedroom, slapping with a gust, "Bang," a son's nosebleed splattered onto the quilt.
The old lady heard the sound and got up, immediately understanding what was happening. The next day, she tried all sorts of ways to stew soup for her daughter-in-law, making delicious food, and kept mentioning her son for several days.
Since then, the son seemed to have become a different person. When the wife coughed, he would immediately go over: "Thirsty? Want water or fruit?"
The two elders pretended not to see, but the corners of their mouths secretly curved up.