Only three days into this routine, Xibao got fed up.
"Mama! I want a little sister!" he boldly expressed his opinion.
While engrossed in his paperwork, Wang Xinsheng glanced down at Xibao, who was standing just slightly shorter than the desk, "Xibao, grandpa is busy now and can’t take you there. Can you wait a while? As soon as I finish work, I’ll take you to see your mom and little sister."
"Want little sister!" Xibao pounded his fists together, "Fat little sister."
"Alright, alright, we’ll see your sister." Wang Xinsheng agreed.
"Let’s go!" Xibao tugged at his sleeve, as if he were determined to drag Wang Xinsheng along with him.
Wang Xinsheng patted his head, "Xibao, grandpa said wait a bit. Can you go take a nap first?"
"Okay! Hurry up!" Xibao rolled onto the bed, propped his face on the bed with his elbows, and watched Wang Xinsheng until he finished his work. Only then did he swiftly slide off the bed.
Shaking his head, Wang Xinsheng held his little hand and carried the gifts from the neighbours as they went out the door.
Feng Qingxue arrived pregnant to share her medical knowledge. She remained in the military during her delivery and gave birth in the military hospital. The medical staff and soldiers around her were very helpful. They provided everything the child needed, like clothes, baby wraps, diapers, and milk powder. Whether new or used, everything was clean, and she didn’t have to worry about a thing.
Actually, Feng Qingxue didn’t expect to stay in the Capital this long.
She thought she would spend at most a month in the Capital before going back to calmly await the birth. She didn’t prepare many of the things needed for childbirth in advance, mainly because they were inconvenient to carry. As a result, most things were hastily arranged at the time of Lu Tianhui’s birth.
Fubao, oh poor Fubao, her luck wasn’t as good as Xibao’s.
During her pregnancy, she was constantly running about. The preparations for childbirth were too rushed, and many things couldn’t be taken out of her space-time storage.
Feng Qingxue felt a bit guilty towards Fubao, touching the still red and wrinkled cheeks of hers. It was soft and tender, and her face was a whole lap bigger than Xibao’s at birth.
At eight pounds four ounces, she sure had a hard time.
"Congratulations, you gave birth to a big fat girl!" To this day, Feng Qingxue still remembered the words of the obstetrician.
She thought she’d weigh about the same as Xibao, but she was a whole pound heavier!
Seven pounds four ounces was already considered fat, yet she had an eight pound four ounce baby.
At this moment, Guo Yan entered with a large bowl of chicken noodle soup, "Xiaoxue, it’s time to eat."
"Auntie, thanks for your help these days."
"Don’t mention it, we’re like family." Guo Yan placed the bowl on the desk and handed the chopsticks to her after Feng Qingxue got off the bed, "The weather is getting colder, eat while it’s hot. There’s still half a pot of soup, I’ll make more noodles for you tonight." She had given birth to six children herself, so she was an expert in taking care of the mother and the newborn. Everything was smooth and efficient.
"Where did the chicken come from?" Feng Qingxue asked.
Guo Yan reluctantly smiled, "The logistics department sent a chicken to General Lu’s house; your uncle brought it over with Xibao with him."
Feng Qingxue felt embarrassed, "How can they do that? Auntie, can you tell uncle not to do that again? I’m eating very well here, everyone is very caring towards me." Every time something good appeared, it was sent to her. The old leader sent eggs, brown sugar, flour, and crucian carp. How could she not appreciate these people in this era, and cherish the simplicity and purity of this time?