After tidying up and washing her sons in the evening, Tingting started preparing for bed.

While Tingzi was sleeping, she felt someone talking to her.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his son, Zhuzi, talking in his sleep. He quickly got up to check on him and lit the kerosene lamp. To his surprise, his son's face was bright red.

"Jianjun, Jianjun, wake up! Your son has a fever."

"She has a fever. Let me see if it's because it's too cold outside today and she caught a chill from the wind."

Tingting took out children's fever-reducing medicine from her space and quickly gave it to her son. She also took out a lot of hot water, diluted it with cold water, and used it to wipe her son's body.

"That brat was having so much fun that he forgot his hat, and I didn't even notice. He's suffered a lot ever since."

"Honey, I'll keep an eye on things. You get some sleep; it won't be until tomorrow morning."

"No, I can't sleep. Seeing him suffer makes my heart ache. I felt the same way when Sister Xiaocao was going through that pain."

As they spoke, tears welled up in their eyes. This was the first time these new parents had faced their son's fever.

"Mother, I feel unwell," Zhu Zi muttered, his face flushed.

“Mother is here, she’s holding the pillar, and Jianjun quickly feeds the child water.”

Hearing their son's words, both of them had tears in their eyes, feeling heartbroken and guilty that they should have dressed their child warmly before he went to play in the snow, as the wind outside was so strong.

Tingting and Jianjun sat there until dawn, only feeling relieved when they saw their son's fever had subsided. They took his temperature again and were only relieved when they saw that the fever was gone.

The little pillar held Tingting's hand, and "Mother," he said, slightly opening his eyes.

"What's wrong, my darling?" she said, giving the pillar a kiss.

"Mom, I'm hungry. I want to eat meat."

This brat, even with a fever he still remembers to eat. Tingting took out a steamed egg cake from her space. "Let's eat meat when Zhuzi is feeling better. Let's have some eggs for today, okay?"

"Mom, Rourou."

Tingting wouldn't listen to him. She fed him some steamed egg custard and some milk. After eating, Zhuzi was too tired and went back to sleep.

Tingting fed the other two boys formula milk powder, and the two of them ate a little something before getting ready to rest and sleep, since they hadn't slept all night.

I was woken up in the middle of the night by the howling of my second and third children. I saw that Zhu Zi was also awake and was playing with his toys by himself.

When Tingting and Jianjun woke up and saw that Zhuzi was so obedient and quiet, they thought he was some kind of divine child, perhaps here to repay a debt of gratitude.

Looking at the two yelping little boys next to me, the contrast became even more striking. But they were both my own children, good or bad, they were all my precious treasures, and my love for them was equal.

Zhu Zi, why don't you call for your father and mother now that you're awake?

"Father and Mother, I'm tired."

Upon hearing this, Jianjun went up and kissed his eldest son twice. "My darling," he said, "look at my son, he's so filial and good."

Seeing his behavior, Tingting rolled her eyes and said, "Everyone's child is a treasure to their parents. You think your son is good, but other people think their own sons are good too."

"I love my son. This little rascal will have to take his medicine later."

When the couple was planning to have a child, they prepared everything they needed, from clothes and food to books and medicine—they had everything they could possibly want. Now, it's come in very handy.

Oh my god, Tie Dan and Shi Tou have pooped again. Tingting took out a diaper from her space and changed it. Before, if I saw this, I wouldn't be able to eat lunch. Now that I have my own child, I have to clean up whether I want to or not. My obsession with cleanliness has been cured.

Now that I'm awake, I can't fall back asleep, so the two of us started cooking. Tingting is in charge of finding things to sell in the space.