They were sitting outside an ice cream shop. The male teacher was handing out ice cream to the kids he'd brought over.
When the teacher saw Chen Zhao and Didira, he was stunned at first, but then he nodded.
"Mr. Clive, hello."
"Hello, Didira."
The teacher called Clive greeted Didira.
"This is?"
"This is my uncle," Didira said.
Clive looked at the two large shopping carts that Chen Zhao was pulling.
They were all filled with gifts.
"Do you need help?"
"Thank you, but no," Chen Zhao declined politely.
"Okay, sit down and rest. I'll treat you to ice cream."
Chen Zhao thought about it and accepted Clive's suggestion.
"It must be hard to take care of so many kids," Chen Zhao asked, smiling.
"It's okay. I don't think it's too hard." Clive looked at the kids playing beside him. Concern flashed in his eyes.
"Clive, do you like kids?"
"I envy what others have even more if I lack something. My wife and I can't have children," Clive said calmly.
However, Chen Zhao could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Oh … Have you seen a doctor?"
Clive shrugged helplessly. "I'm born with great sperm. She's born without eggs."
"Uh …"
Chen Zhao said, "I feel helpless too."
Fali's condition was that she couldn't have children.
But she was better off than Mr. and Mrs. Cliff.
At least she still had eggs.
Chen Zhao had thought that he could give Clive some suggestions or treatment with his medical skills.
But Clive's words cut off this path.
It was like a lucky ring that could increase the chances of winning a lottery.
But the couple didn't have lottery money, so they couldn't win.
After chatting casually for a while, Chen Zhao left with Didira.
Clive also left with the kids.
In the evening, Clive returned home.
Clive's house was quite big. He had some money.
Being a seizing teacher was actually a hobby of his, and it wasn't for the sake of profit.
As soon as he reached the door, he smelled a pungent smell from home.
Clive quickly pushed the door open and entered.
He saw his wife, Anpa, brewing a magic potion.
"Anpa, you're brewing a magic potion again? Magic can't solve our problem. This is the fundamental problem. Don't you understand? "
"This is the essence of the Water Spirit of the West Sea. I found it on the black market. It's very rare. It's said that the essence of the Water Spirit can promote fertility. If I add it to my new potion formula, it will greatly increase our success rate."
Clive was also helpless against his wife's obsession, which was almost demonic.
In fact, they all knew the truth.
However, Ampa was even more unwilling to accept this fact.
She was still immersed in her self-created fantasy.
It was like a drowning person grabbing onto anything as if it was a life-saving straw.
At this moment, a few of Ampa's students walked in from the backyard.
Clive's face darkened when he saw the students' dejected faces.
"Ampa, did you ask them to find magic herbs for you again? They can't even recognize all kinds of magical herbs. Some magical herbs are deadly to them, "Clive reprimanded.
"No, you underestimate them too much," Ampa said. "They are all my students. They are not as incompetent as you think."
"Evelyn, take them to wash up and change clothes," Clive said helplessly.
Evelyn was the oldest of Ampa's students.
And the most sensible one.
Of course, the other children were not young either.
However, Evelyn and the other children had been brought up by the two of them.
They were also very reliant on them.
They would not refuse anything Ampa said.
And they all knew what Ampa and Clive wanted.
In fact, in the early days, Clive had tried almost everything like Ampa.
It was said that a curse that would make people continuously give birth was effective. He found the curse and used it on himself and his wife.
It was said that there was a country of women in Huaxia. In the country of women, there was a Zimu River. Drinking a mouthful of the river water could make people pregnant. They had also looked for it.
Then there was the blessing of the Virgin Mary, followed by the mysterious rituals of the Druids.
In short, they had tried all kinds of magic.
But in the end, they were only disappointed again and again.
In the end, Clive was the first to give up hope.
But Ampa was still the same.
Clive looked at the boiling green liquid in the big iron pot.
Clive only felt nauseous.
In the past, he had also crazily taken these magic potions.
Ampa was still casting spells on the magic potion.
She kept chanting the incantation of magic.
The green liquid boiled even more intensely.
After ten minutes of casting, the liquid in the iron pot finally stopped boiling.
Ampa took a porcelain bowl and scooped up a spoonful.
Then, with an incomparably pious attitude, she poured the green liquid into her mouth.
"Life in the water, please grant me the miracle of life, let the vitality of nature fill my body, let me give birth to a new life for you."
Although Clive did not believe it, after Ampa drank the magic potion.
He still had some hope.
Clive kept looking at Ampa.
The other children also looked at Ampa.
After waiting for ten minutes.
Clive asked, "Is there a reaction?"
Ampa silently put down the porcelain bowl and shook her head. "Not yet, maybe it will take a while."
Although Ampa often tried and experimented with new methods as if she was obsessed.
But other times she was more normal.
In the neighborhood, she looked just like an ordinary housewife.
"Ampa, why don't we go out on a trip? The children haven't been out for a long time. "
"Where do you think we should go?"
"Wherever you want to go, we'll go."
"I'll think about it and give you an answer." Ampa was not very interested.
Although she said that she might have to wait for a while.
In fact, she already knew that the magic potion had no effect.
Ampa was not interested in anything.
It seemed that children were the only important thing in her life.
Of course, people with children could not understand Ampa's desire and obsession for children.
"Maybe you should open a cram school again," Clive said.
Ampa used to be a teacher, and the spiritualist was just her secret identity.
However, after finding out that she was infertile.
As a result, Anpa completely gave up his identity as a teacher and focused on giving birth to a child.
In her opinion, only by having a child herself could she be considered a real woman.
She even consulted an organization that studied stem cell cultivation of eggs, but the organization said that the technology was not mature yet and would not conduct clinical trials for the time being.
Even if Ampa said that she could be used as a human subject at will, it would not be a problem.
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