Shen Zhaozhao lay on the bed and suddenly sniffed, "Why do I smell cake?"
Zhaozhao’s mother gave her a look, "You and your nose, always thinking about eating."
"I’ve been in labor for a whole day and night, I desperately need to replenish my energy. What’s wrong with thinking about food?" If it hadn’t been for the two pieces of chocolate she stuffed into her mouth before giving birth, she might not have made it this far.
"You and your faulty logic, but you still can’t eat anything," Zhaozhao’s mother said.
"When can I eat then?" Giving birth was physically demanding, and Shen Zhaozhao was naturally not resistant to hunger. She hadn’t felt it during the pain earlier, but now that the baby was born, she felt starving, extremely hungry!
Yet she was told she couldn’t eat anything.
Zhaozhao’s mother: "You’ll have to wait until your digestion works properly again before you can eat."
"But what do I do about being hungry now?" Shen Zhaozhao pouted, no one had told her she’d have to starve after giving birth. Had she known, she would have eaten more before the delivery.
Mother’s heart ached for her child, Zhaozhao’s mother said, "Your digestive system hasn’t recovered yet, you can only drink some liquid food. If it’s really unbearable, I’ll go buy you some porridge."
"Let me go!" Before Zhaozhao’s mother finished speaking, Daddy Zhaozhao quickly walked outside.
During the delivery, it wasn’t appropriate for him to enter the delivery room, so he had stood in the corridor for as long as his daughter had been in labor.
This was also his second time waiting outside a delivery room.
His feelings were the same as the first time; inside were the people most important to him.
He still remembered when this girl was just a tiny bundle at birth, and in the blink of an eye, the person lying inside giving birth had turned into her.
His daughter had grown up, and he had aged.
But his love for his daughter had never changed.
The moment he heard Shen Zhaozhao say she was hungry, Daddy Zhaozhao wished he could immediately bring food to her.
After Daddy Zhaozhao left, Sheng Chuyi walked to the door and soon pushed in a cake.
Shen Zhaozhao’s eyes instantly brightened, "Is that really a cake? It’s not for me, is it?"
"Yes, it’s for you," Sheng Chuyi pushed the cake in front of her, "Mrs. Sheng, happy birthday!"
"Today is my birthday?" Shen Zhaozhao was stunned.
She had been so overwhelmed by the pain of childbirth that she had completely forgotten her birthday, thinking it was to celebrate her safe delivery.
"Yes, today is our birthday, and also the baby’s birthday," Sheng Chuyi glanced at the little one in the crib and tenderly said, "This little girl must have wanted to celebrate with us, that’s why she took so long to come out."
Indeed, fate was so wonderfully inexplicable: the three of them sharing the same birthday.
It was only at that moment that Shen Zhaozhao realized this and couldn’t help but glance in the direction of the crib.
It really felt quite magical!
However, her attention quickly returned to the cake, and she swallowed hard before asking, "Can I eat the cake then?"
"You can only taste a tiny bit," Sheng Chu Yi said.
"Alright, a tiny bit is still better than none," she conceded.
But when Sheng Chuyi said a tiny bit, it was really just a bite the size of a fingernail.
The taste had barely registered before it was gone.
Shen Zhaozhao once again looked at Sheng Chuyi with eager eyes, "Can I have another bite, just one?"
"Behave, I’ll buy you another in a couple of days."
After saying that, Sheng Chuyi took the cake out and shared it with the nurses at the nurse station.
Seeing it but not being able to eat it, her life had lost its joy!