Chapter Seven: First-time Parents
"Brother Xiao Wu, your mom is really nice. Now we have real family, you've got a dad who cares about you, a mom who's a bit biased, and a big family of siblings."
"Yeah, I'm pretty happy about it. And I snagged a third-generation military, high-ranking wife. Became a dad to a chubby son at 18, doesn't that make me a winner in life?"
"Haha... you're killing me, you really are a winner in life. Tell me, what's your plan next, winner in life?"
"...White rice and braised pork. You had no idea how that meal of coarse grains got stuck in my throat earlier, my neck couldn't even straighten out, I still feel like it's stuck there."
Zhang Guoqing joked as he quickly got out of bed to get dressed. If he really had to stay in bed waiting for his mom to serve him, he feared he'd get struck by lightning. Maybe the Zhang Guoqing from before would have taken it for granted, but he couldn't do it now. With such a loving mom, all he wanted was to be a good son for the rest of his life.
Seeing that his mom wasn't coming in immediately, he quickly kissed his wife. Hmm, looking at the young Zhou Jiao, why did it feel like going back to when they first met?
Zhou Jiao turned her head away, speechless, looking at Zhang Guoqing. She hadn't even washed her face since arriving here, her whole body felt sticky with sweat and smelled like blood. Even the blankets and underwear she wore were from her original body. When could she finally clean herself up?
Glancing at her son beside her, oh dear, where did these old clothes come from, would they even be disinfected? And those ragged cloth strips, were they diapers?
Zhang Guoqing saw Zhou Jiao frowning and sniffing around, pitifully staring at their son and knew what was on her mind. But what could he do? If the accident hadn't happened, his wife and son would be receiving the highest level of care in a private hospital, using the safest and highest-grade supplies, with the best nationwide postpartum nurses and excellent child experts monitoring them.
It wouldn't be like now, where he couldn't even cook a pot of tonic soup for Zhou Jiao. Even during this postpartum period, his mom could at most slaughter an old hen to make soup for her to drink for a week.
After spreading the good news, they'd eat the chickens and eggs, pig trotters sent by her family. If some of them were too poor to send any, like second sister-in-law, well, then a bowl of rice porridge with a little brown sugar was already a blessing from heaven.
Tomorrow he apparently needed to find a way to get some fish, pig trotters, and brown sugar to nourish her. Thinking of the Ah Jiao tonic, birds' nest, and postpartum supplements he had collected, the nursing soups, and those milk powders and baby products, Zhang Guoqing's heart ached, showing a pained smile.
Thinking about it, his eyes darkened slightly, vowing never to give anyone else another chance. If he hadn't cared about that bit of blood relation in the beginning, he would have dealt with them long ago, not given them the chance to cause his wife and son to suffer.
"Honey, hang in there, and make sure you recover well during this postpartum period. Later, I'll ask Mom if we can use a hot towel to wipe you down again, but as for your hair, I really know that's definitely not okay.
Tomorrow I'll find a way to get some supplements from the city for you. There are some things I'll tell you when there's no one around, now's not convenient." Zhang Guoqing heard footsteps approaching, quickly blinking an eye to signal Zhou Jiao.
Zhang Guoqing quickly walked to the small living room to greet Mother Zhang: "Mom, I'll take care of it myself, you've been busy all day and haven't rested yet, quickly lean back and take a break. You don't need to stay up at night, I'll be here, if there's anything important, you can tell me and we'll both remember it together."
Mother Zhang looked at her youngest son with relief. Only Xiao Wu knew she hadn't stopped all day, and it was this son who was close to her heart. The eldest son was a silent type, just working foolishly all day. Filial as he was, he wouldn't say more than a few words all day. The second son, on the other hand, went off to sleep after dinner, not even checking if his mom had gone to bed yet.
"No, you're young, how could you take good care of a child? Mom won't feel at ease. At night, I'll be on alert. After you eat, help Jiao Jiao warm compress her breasts with hot water, massage hard, if it hurts, she has to bear it. Once the milk flows, wake your son to eat, you try first, I'll go see if your dad's asleep."
"Understood, if something comes up, I'll call you. And the child's name, ask if Dad has any taboos, maybe let Dad think of a few, we'll choose when the time comes. Mom, hehe... we'll think of the nickname ourselves, I'm afraid Dad'll name him something like Gou Sheng or Gou Dan."


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