Enraged, Liu Huan placed the one she was holding on the bed as well, making the two children cry side by side.

Qiu Rong and the other person outside heard the noise and came into the room. Each of them picked up one of the children and comforted them, feeling very sorry for them: "Master, young master and young lady are still young, they will cry themselves sick."

Liu Huan didn't take it seriously, "I cried a lot when I was a child, but I didn't get hurt."

Qiuju naturally didn't believe it. "Does Master still remember when he was a baby?"

Since the birth of the two babies, the two have changed their way of addressing them as "master" to make it easier to distinguish the little masters.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't remember things from before the age of four, but Liu Huan just happens to remember them, though most of them are related to Su Yi.

Looking back now, it's bittersweet, but I've come to terms with it. As someone who's almost died again, what does love matter?

The two little ones stopped crying when they were held. It had been more than a month since they were born, and they hadn't grown out yet, especially the little sister, who was still thin, small, and red. When she was born, Liu Huan thought she wouldn't survive. But then she remembered the kangaroo parenting method she had seen on TV and kept her close to her body all day. That's how they got through the first month safely.

"Master, everything for the full moon celebration is ready. We've invited the villagers, and the aunties have agreed to come and help tomorrow."

Because Liu Huan was in a coma and the two children were too young, they didn't hold a baby shower for the third day after birth. They didn't hold a housewarming party when they came, but now they're doing it all at once.

I've officially become a member of Heshui Village.

"Thank you for your hard work over the past month."

Liu Huan was glad they had come with her, otherwise she would have been completely helpless.

"What are you saying, Master? It is our blessing to follow you."

Before leaving, Qiu Rong asked someone to send all her savings from the past two years back home. She believed that her mother could take good care of her younger siblings, so she wasn't worried at all.

As for Qiuju, she had even less desire to return to that family that favored sons over daughters.

The baby in her arms started to cry, genuinely hungry and upset. The three of them stopped talking and went about their tasks, their faces beaming with satisfaction.

The next morning, the village chief's wife, Zhang, came with the village women to help. Looking at the pork in the kitchen, she clicked her tongue in amazement, "Is all of this going to be used for cooking? Aren't you leaving any?"

The pork was bought and slaughtered yesterday at the village chief's wife's house. The village chief's family was generous with the feed, and the pork weighed over 200 jin. The village chief's wife was all smiles when she received the money, and she never expected that Liu Huan would use it all for cooking.

Qiuju explained, "These are not many, and they are nothing compared to the care that the aunties in the village have given us."

An aunt said, "It would be good to leave some fat to render into oil to help with lactation. It's such a waste to eat the pig's leg as well."

Qiuju smiled and said, "My master doesn't eat fatty meat. It's hot, and meat won't keep well if it's left out for too long. Aunts, you can decide how to cook it."

The village chief's wife understood what Liu Huan meant and waved her hand, "Alright, what are you all standing there for? Hurry up and get started. We can bring the whole family over for a treat later."

With two months to go before the autumn harvest in July, some poor families have already begun to tighten their belts, switching from dry food to thin gruel, and eating meat is something they only do during the Lunar New Year.

Farmers like to eat fatty meat, believing it to be more nutritious, and they crave it when they see it.

They rolled up their sleeves and began to skillfully process the meat, while others went to kill chickens.

Those who didn't know how to cook meat prepared other vegetables, all of which were bought from the village aunties. Everyone was overjoyed, as the food they sold ended up in their own mouths.

"Miss Qiuju, where is the rice? I'll start cooking it first."

Qiuju pointed to the two bags next to her, "There, one bag is rice and the other is flour. Aunties, make the amount according to the number of people. We don't know how many people are in the village."

When the aunt opened it, she exclaimed, "Oh, it's still rice and wheat flour!"

An auntie who was preparing vegetables sighed, "My family bought two kilograms of japonica rice for the Chinese New Year, and it was so expensive."

The village chief's wife joked, "It's done, we're all celebrating the New Year together today."

Since the village chief's wife said so, the aunt stopped arguing and started counting the number of people and washing rice. The village chief's wife looked at the bag of flour and said, "Cook less rice, let's make some meat buns and dumplings."

This proposal was unanimously approved.

Hearing a commotion outside, everyone went out to see what was happening. Several men from the village were carrying two loads of fish in, including the village chief.

The village chief's wife smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Look, even the fish have arrived."

The village chief said, "You all need to take good care of this; these fish are very precious."

Fish are hard to catch in Heshui Village. These fish are all bought from the dock. They are crucian carp weighing two or three pounds each. They are extremely expensive. Only the village chief's family and a few slightly wealthier families in the village can afford them.

Seeing that the fish were still alive and kicking, the village chief's wife said, "Then kill the fish before you leave, but take it far away so you don't make a mess of it."

The village chief had the fish carried out again, and soon a lot of children gathered around to watch the excitement. Hearing that there were fish and steamed buns, they didn't leave and just lingered in front of the Liu family's house.

Liu Huan asked Ermo to take out the maltose he bought and distribute it to everyone. The happy children ran around outside, and it was only after the village chief's wife went out and scolded them that they walked away a little.

"Auntie, let them play outside, it's alright."

The village chief's wife said, "They're all little kids, so noisy. How can a baby stand that?"

"Let me see the children," she said, teasing the two babies with her hands. "These two children are so handsome. Have they been named yet?"

Liu Huan said, "We've chosen a nickname, Anzhi Anran. It means 'since we're here, let's make the best of it and go with the flow.'"

"This name is good, unlike those kids in the village, whose names are all awful, like Gouzi, Gousheng, and Chouwa. People who can read and write give nice-sounding names."

The two chatted about village topics for a long time until the child started crying again.

The village chief's wife stood up: "Alright, you go ahead with your work, I'll go out and keep an eye on things, make sure they don't ruin the good stuff."

Liu Huan thanked her, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Auntie. I had someone buy some ginger and wine, and I'll add a little to the fish when I cook it to remove the fishy smell."

The village chief's wife scolded, "My family will be eating it later too. Don't bother me. Why did you prepare so much ginger? I'll see how you cook it later."

After several hours of work, a dozen or so women finally prepared all the dishes, including fish, meat, and chicken, but few vegetarian dishes.

They even thoughtfully prepared crucian carp soup for Liu Huan.

The villagers brought their own bowls, chopsticks, tables, and chairs. There were too many people to sit in the courtyard, so the men sat outside. Ermo, as the only man in Liu Huan's younger brother's family, accompanied the male guests outside the courtyard, while Liu Huan accompanied the female guests inside.

Liu Huan said a few words casually, and everyone offered their blessings to the child before starting to eat. The adults were fine, and the children, in particular, were overjoyed to see a table full of meat and vegetables, eating with gusto.

The fish was served last, because we were afraid that if we served it all at once, everyone would swallow it whole and get a fishbone stuck in their throat.

"The last fish dish is here, everyone please slow down. The adults will remove the fish bones before feeding it to the children."

Everyone had almost finished eating, so eating fish now seemed much more refined.

They stopped eating when they were completely full. Liu Huan shared the rest with the village chief's wife and her family, and even gave each of them a hot steamed bun.

There was some meat left over, which was all given to the auntie in the village who helped with the cooking and cleaning.

This feast was remembered by the villagers for a long time, and every time they thought of it, they couldn't help but feel nostalgic.