Xiao Changyi didn’t say anything right away, but pulled An Jing closer to his side and only after their fingers were tightly interlocked did he whisper softly, "We all like you."
Not just the children, but us...
Not only including the children but also himself.
Feeling content and blissful in her heart upon hearing this, An Jing smiled happily and nodded, "Mmm."
The cotton seedlings had been nurtured and were ready for transplanting, and the next day, An Jing and Xiao Changyi began to transplant the cotton seedlings.
Last year, An Jing was pregnant and could only watch from the side, while Xiao Changyi transplanted them by himself; this year, An Jing and Xiao Changyi transplanted together.
Next to the field, they placed four baby seats, where the four children sat, allowing An Jing and Xiao Changyi to work while still keeping an eye on the four kids.
The family of six together, the two adults planting cotton in the field and the four little ones sitting on the side watching, created a unique and charming sight.
Farmers passing by envied the scene before them.
Once upon a time, An Jing and Xiao Changyi had no status, no reputation, no silver coins, and everyone thought An Jing was infertile, fearing the couple would end up with no descendants.
But now, An Jing had become an official with status, accomplished many deeds benefiting the people, gaining reputation; they opened a rice shop, earning money; and they had four sons...
How could they not be envious?
Now, the life that An Jing and Xiao Changyi led was something others could only long for but never reach; and if they could reach, perhaps they’d be jealous, but as it was, they only had deep envy.
Because they still had to look after the four children, it took An Jing and Xiao Changyi two days to finish transplanting all the cotton seedlings.
On this morning, An Jing was in the inner chamber helping her four children get dressed.
After she had dressed the four little ones and put on their shoes, An Jing then picked them up one by one from their cribs and placed them in the baby seats in the main room.
An Jing also casually picked up some toys to entertain the four little ones.
Once she was sure they should not cry for a while, An Jing then went to the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty, but the food had been prepared; she unconsciously called out, "Husband?"
She wanted to know where Xiao Changyi had gone.
Seeing that nobody answered, she stepped out of the kitchen and shouted in the yard, "Husband? Husband, where are you, husband?"
Still getting no response, An Jing muttered to herself, "Where has he gone? He could at least have told me."
As she muttered, An Jing walked back into the main room.
As soon as An Yiqing saw her return, he immediately smiled at her, looking just like Maitreya Buddha.
An Jing crouched in front of An Yiqing and laughingly asked, "Qinger, do you know where your father has gone? I can’t find your father anywhere; do you think he doesn’t want us anymore?"
An Yiqing, who couldn’t yet speak, just laughed even more joyfully upon hearing An Jing talk to him, his little hands slapping the edge of the baby seat, showing an especially delighted expression.
Seeing her third son made An Jing feel particularly good. She then said, "Your father made all the food but he’s disappeared now, do you think your father could be the Snail Lady, haha~"
As she spoke, An Jing was amused by her own joke. She truly couldn’t picture her aloof husband dressed as a woman.
Su Yi Jing, Su Yixing, and An Yiyun didn’t understand what An Jing was saying, but seeing An Jing laughing so loudly, with An Yiqing also laughing cheerfully and slapping the edge of the baby seat, they immediately joined in the fun, excitedly slapping the baby seat with their little hands.