72: Chapter 7 Flying Bird Beauty and Er Qiao 72: Chapter 7 Flying Bird Beauty and Er Qiao “Chi, eat this, Wanwan’s steamed pork rib is just as good as the steamed meat,” Luo Yufang served a rib into Shen Chi’s bowl at the dining table.
Shen Zhangming also wore a smile, adding, “Yes, try this liquor, it’s blended by Wanwan with wheat, the taste is just right.”
“Brother, make sure to save some room, the beef bone soup your sister-in-law made will be ready in half an hour, be careful you won’t have any left to enjoy.”
Shen Chi found that in just half a year of not coming home, the house was already filled with the aura of his young wife.
Lin Xiaoguai, oblivious to Shen Chi’s thoughts, finished her meal and found that the chicken egg custard she had stewed for her son had cooled down considerably.
She picked up a small spoon and started feeding him.
Little Niangao was a baby with a hearty appetite.
Although he was still not weaned, breast milk had become more of a snack for him, and supplementary foods made up the bulk of his diet.
He could finish a small bowl of chicken egg custard every meal, and occasionally enjoyed easy-to-chew foods like tofu and stewed eggplant, followed by some soup.
As for snacks, apple puree, juice, yogurt, and milk were all generously provided by Lin Xiaoguai.
Shen Chi watched his son’s good appetite with his eyes popping, while Luo Yufang commented, “It’s good fortune that the child can eat, look how blessed our Little Niangao looks?”
Shen Chi muttered to himself that the child already had a double chin, of course he seemed blessed!
But he sincerely felt happy—after all, no parent would ever complain about their child being too chubby.
Being chubby meant living a blessed life.
Once Little Niangao had eaten his fill, he was no longer content to stay in his mother’s arms and struggled down to crawl on the floor.
Shen Chi knowingly glanced at the soft carpet on the floor; he thought to himself why there was carpet at home—it was for the little fellow to crawl on.
“Son, don’t crawl in there…” Seeing his son quickly crawl under the table, Shen Chi hurried to stop him, but it was too late.
“It’s fine, Little Niangao really enjoys this game.”
Shen Chi didn’t initially understand what grandma meant, but when a little head popped out from beneath his legs, displaying a chubby smiling face, he finally caught on.
He picked his son up and held him.
Perhaps the half day’s acquaintance had made the boy somewhat familiar with Shen Chi, as this time he didn’t resist his father’s embrace and naturally leaned into his arm, staring with bright eyes at the liquor in front of him, clearly tempted to taste it.
Shen Chi was delighted inside but dared not feed his son liquor.
He scooped up a spoonful of tofu and brought it to his son’s mouth, but the already full Little Niangao rejected it, fussily starting to climb onto his head.
If it weren’t for Shen Chi’s buzz cut, his hair would probably have been turned into a bird’s nest by now.
Shen Chi wasn’t upset and let his son squirm around, barely stirring himself.
After eating, the playful Little Niangao started to get sleepy, rubbing his eyes and yawning, reaching out for his mother.
Shen Chi reluctantly handed his son to Lin Xiaoguai, watching her expertly soothe Little Niangao to sleep.
“By the way, since you’re back, help me out tomorrow,” Lin Xiaoguai said to Shen Chi.
“What do you need?” Shen Chi paused.
Lin Xiaoguai nodded towards the flowers in the yard, “I’m planning to sell those flowers, help me move them.”
“No problem,” Shen Chi replied without hesitation.
His legs were still a bit unsteady, but moving a couple of pots of flowers was manageable.
“Already found a buyer?” Shen Zhangming was somewhat surprised.
“Not exactly, just taking a couple of pots over to show him the goods tomorrow,” Lin Xiaoguai said with a light smile.
After a shower, Shen Chi returned to the room to find Lin Xiaoguai and his son already lying in bed.
Little Niangao, changed into his pajamas, sprawled out broadly in his typical grand sleeping posture, while Lin Xiaoguai was reading a book.
Approaching the bed, Shen Chi carefully lay down avoiding his son’s limbs.
“Are you not sleeping?” After lying there a while with no hint of sleep, Shen Chi opened his eyes to ask.
“You go to sleep; I’ll read a little longer,” Lin Xiaoguai responded casually.
Shen Chi could only close his eyes again, but as time passed, a delicate fragrance suddenly tickled his nose.
Faint, yet piercing straight to his heart, it quickened his pulse and deepened his breaths, something stirring below.
Suddenly, he remembered, Wanwan had already given birth to their son, and her confinement was complete!
Shen Chi turned over, but the heat inside him would not dissipate.
Glancing at his son sleeping soundly, his throat tightened, but he still forcibly suppressed his rising desire.
It wasn’t the right time; it would scare Wanwan.
The first time was to fully cut off Wanwan’s path of retreat, but he didn’t want to be seen as a rapist in Wanwan’s heart.