Mother Zhang watched National Day carrying a basket as he left, she then picked up the wooden tray, which held black chicken soup and white rice made especially for Jiao Jiao. She said to Lin Lishan, "Sister, come on, let’s go to Jiao Jiao’s place together, I bet she must be starving. Afterward, we’ll head to the main hall. Juhua, you start setting the table in the main hall, and once your sister-in-law returns, we’ll start serving food."
Inside the bedroom in the west wing, Zhang Guoqing sat by the bed listening to Zhou Jiao quietly recounting her mother’s words, alongside the savings certificates in her hand, occasionally offering some comforting words.
Zhou Jiao spoke of her feelings, and the two exchanged smiles, this outcome was better than expected.
Zhang Guoqing finished listening and chuckled softly, "I quite like this mother-in-law. She’s straightforward, says what’s on her mind, and isn’t petty like some women, which is rather nice."
Zhou Jiao showed him the Baby’s Third-day Ritual gifts from Mrs. Lin, "What should we do about this? We can accept the clothes. But what about these other things? I’ve kept what my mom gave me, but what Mrs. Lin gave is tricky, according to my mom, it’s not that simple. These things aren’t special to us, but Mrs. Lin’s gesture makes me uneasy. If it were just one gift, it would be fine, but ten for her when she has several grandchildren is too much."
Zhang Guoqing casually sifted through the gold necklaces and other items, unconcerned, saying, "Just accept them, they’re not anything special. Later, I’ll find some pretty equivalent value ginseng and furs to send back with your mom as a return gift, it will be enough. It’s mainly meant for your dad to see anyway."
"I really want to send her a sack of gold. Haha."
"Forget it, let’s leave it considering our lovely mom here. We’ll deal with these matters after they leave."
Zhou Jiao understood, "Alright, distribute the gifts meant for the family, move them outside, just seeing them gives me a headache."
Zhang Guoqing tidied up while chatting with her about their son.
"Xiao Wu, stop sorting, let Jiao Jiao eat first." Mother Zhang came in and saw her son cheerfully chatting, the couple talking and laughing, and happily called out.
Zhang Guoqing saw them carrying baskets and quickly set up the small table, "Mom, Mother, both of you sit down and rest, I’ll handle this. Mom, these are from my mother-in-law for you and Dad, and for my elder brothers’ families too, I’ll deliver these after dinner."
Mother Zhang looked at all the things and hurriedly declined, "Sister, you shouldn’t be doing this, these things are quite precious. Keep some for Xiao Wu and Jiao Jiao to use, the rest, just send them back, it’s so much it’s frightening.
You’ve brought so much food, filled our cellar, I’ve shamelessly accepted them all. But the coats, materials, I can’t accept anymore, take them back. At this time, you don’t realize how much social currency these things owe others. Next time you come, you can’t do this, or I’ll not even let you enter."
Lin Lishan saw she was anxious and quickly reassured her, "Big Sister, don’t worry, you haven’t owed anyone, it’s all prepared by Jiao Jiao’s grandmother.
Since learning she’s pregnant, her grandmother began preparing things. Our Little Ping’an is also the Lin family’s first great-grandson, the old lady is overjoyed, endlessly busy preparing. You haven’t seen the clothes for our Ping’an; hats and shoes range from now until he’s 3 years old.
Luckily, at the time, I listened to her grandmother and didn’t send parcels, brought them myself. All made by her eldest aunt and grandmother, while I just make some during downtime at work, I’ve organized them in the wardrobe, saved for our Ping’an to wear slowly.
Those few army coats are gathered by Jiao Jiao’s uncle and myself, no asking others for help, no social debts, just four pieces fit for the men in the family. These cotton clothes seem expansive, but there’s actually not much.


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