When they arrived at the door of Xiaojie's house, the door was ajar. Yang Ruoqing gently knocked on the door, "Xiaojie, it's me, I'm here to see you."

Xiaojie's voice came from inside: "Sister Qing'er, please come in, the door is not closed."

Yang Ruoqing immediately entered the house, and as soon as she entered, she was hit by the smell of hot air and milk.

"Oh, let me go, these doors and windows are so tightly closed, it's almost airtight," Yang Ruoqing said.

Looking at Xiaojie again, she was sitting on the bed. She was actually wearing a thin winter cotton-padded jacket on her upper body, her head was wrapped in a veil, and the baby who was drinking milk in her arms was also wrapped tightly.

"Oh my god, are you covering it up too tightly?" Yang Ruoqing came to the bedside and asked again.

Xiaojie said helplessly: "I said the same thing, but my mother didn't listen. She insisted on doing this. She said that people in confinement should not be frightened by the wind. She wished that all the windows would be nailed up with wooden boards, which made me follow

It feels like I'm in jail, and I have a bad smell all over my body."

Yang Ruoqing smiled helplessly, "I guess 90% of mothers in the world have the same idea as my aunt. I think your aunt treated me the same way when I was in confinement. However, I listened to some and some

Stick to your own opinions.”

"Sister, you have more ideas than me." Xiaojie said.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the room again and said: "Actually, although you can't get windy during confinement, you must ensure the air circulation in the room. Otherwise, the smell in the room will not be fresh, which will also be harmful to the health of the mother and the child.

not good."

"Besides, you're already a month old, so there's no need to cover your head so tightly," she added.

Xiaojie begged: "Sister Qing'er, when my mother comes later, can you help me talk to my mother? So that she won't be so stubborn and open a window for me to get some air every day."

"Well, I'll do my best later. If I can convince you, I don't dare to vouch for it, haha." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

She came closer and saw the little baby girl's fleshy face pressed tightly against Xiaojie's 'breadbasket'. Her little mouth was wrapping the milk tightly while making a loud swallowing sound.

As if she sensed that someone was peeking at her 'eating', her long, slender eyes squinted towards Yang Ruoqing. Their eyes were bright and clear, so pure that her pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of transparent plastic wrap.

.

This reminds Yang Ruoqing of those brand-new products that have just come out of the factory. The labels and films on them have not yet been removed. The same is true for these babies who are more than forty days old. They are new lives, so delicate that they are really not stained.

dust.

"She really looks like Zhang Ban, carved from the same mold." Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh.

Xiaojie pursed her lips and smiled, "You all say so. My mother-in-law said that this child looks exactly like Zhang Ban when he was a child. To be honest, I hold him in my arms and look at him every day, but I can't tell at all!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "This is normal. Just like my Aunt Mei'er's family, Da Bai and Xiao Hei. In the eyes of outsiders, the two children look the same. The only difference is that one is whiter and the other is black. But in the eyes of my aunt and her family, they look the same.

The two children are very different, the curvature of the eyes, the height of the bridge of the nose, the thickness of the lips, and even the ears are all different."

Xiaojie said: "Zhang Ban said this child looks like me."

Yang Ruoqing said: "This child was born by the two of you, and there is no third person to help. He must be following you two around!"

Xiaojie smiled.

If a third person is required to help with childbirth, wouldn't it be a mess?

"Well!"

The little baby girl in her arms suddenly burped loudly.

Moreover, she herself was frightened by her burping, and her mouth flattened and she began to cry.

This cry made the hiccups get worse. A few strands of the milk she drank earlier slipped out from the corners of her mouth, and Xiaojie suddenly panicked.

"Don't panic, give me the child." Yang Ruoqing said.

She reached out to take the child, held her in her arms, put the child's little head on her back, and gently patted the child's back with one hand.

The child suddenly felt much better.

Xiaojie also breathed a sigh of relief and said to Yang Ruoqing with some worry: "This child doesn't know what's going on. He keeps burping and vomiting milk like this."

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's not surprising. My daughter was like this at first. She ate too much. Later, someone taught me a trick: don't let the child lie down immediately after feeding. You have to pick her up and spin her around the house a few times. By the way,

Give her a few pats on the back to take away some of the air in her stomach."

Xiaojie listened carefully and remembered everything in her heart.

After a while, the little baby girl stopped hiccupping and crying, and fell asleep lying on Yang Ruoqing's body.

"Sister, put her in the cradle." Xiaojie said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, placed the child in the cradle, lay down, and covered her with a quilt.

The two sisters talked softly for a while, and then Mrs. Sun came in with a big bowl on the tray. As soon as they came in, the smell of fish soup quickly filled the room.

"Is the child asleep?" Mrs. Sun asked.

Xiaojie nodded: "I just fell asleep for a while."

Da Sun said: "That's just right, drink this fish soup quickly. I killed one of the two big crucian carp that your sister Qing'er sent over earlier and stewed it in soup, and I kept the other one to make crucian carp noodles for you tomorrow.

, put a spoonful of lard on it, I’m sure you’ll like it!”

Xiaojie said: "Mom, I can't eat. I just ate the brown sugar poached eggs half an hour ago."

Da Sun said: "You can eat as much as you want. These are soups and water. You don't need to eat them. You can just drink them."

The bowl was brought to me. The fish soup in the bowl was milky white, just like a bowl of milk.

There was some finely chopped green onion foam sprinkled on top, which was fragrant and aroused Xiao Jie's interest.

So she picked up the spoon and started drinking.

Mrs. Sun's eyes were full of joy. She turned around and came to the cradle, leaned over and looked at her sleeping granddaughter inside, and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"She looks so good-looking!" Da Sun murmured.

Yang Ruoqing also nodded, "Well, this kid has good facial features."

Xiaojie, who was drinking soup over there, couldn't help but raise her head and vomit: "Mom, haven't you always said that Zhang Ban doesn't look good? This child looks like him, so how can he be good-looking? Right?"

Mrs. Sun glared at Xiaojie and said angrily: "You don't remember the nice things I said about Zhang Ban. I casually said something unpleasant, but you remember it so clearly, and you took it out when you got the chance."

Me? Or not my biological daughter?"

Xiaojie giggled.

The eldest Sun didn't bother to argue with her, and then said to Yang Ruoqing: "Zhang Ban's face is indeed not very good on a man, but it is really not bad on my granddaughter's face, Qing'er, don't you think so?"

What else could Yang Ruoqing say besides smiling and nodding? Naturally, she nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, aunt, you are right, everything is right. However, I would like to make a suggestion. Your house is too tightly covered, which is not good for children and adults. Look, the little girl's face is
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