Zhou Jinshan, who had been kicked downstairs, ran into his sister Zhou Caifeng and frowned: "I have a question for you."

Zhou Caifeng stood up straight immediately, like a mouse seeing a cat: "Brother, go ahead and ask."

"Do I look fierce?" Zhou Jinshan asked, looking at his sister.

Zhou Caifeng: "..."

What's with that expression?

"Brother, do you want to hear the truth?"

"truth."

"Brother, keep that expression on and take a good look at yourself in the mirror, otherwise I'm afraid you'll punish me if I say anything, and I'm going to go find my sister-in-law!"

After saying this, Zhou Caifeng darted up the stairs, looking like she was afraid of being punished.

Zhou Jinshan: "..."

The old lady brought the chicken soup out of the kitchen and saw her fourth son looking at himself in the mirror on the washstand. She immediately scolded him in annoyance, "What are you so vain about, you big man? Hurry up and take the chicken soup to your wife."

Zhou Jinshan accepted the chicken soup expressionlessly, only to be scolded by his mother: "Who are you giving a sour look to? Your wife risked her life to give birth to your child, and you can't even give her a nice look? Do you want to get beaten up?"

"Mom, I was wrong, I'll laugh, I'll laugh, okay?" Zhou Jinshan forced a smile and begged for forgiveness.

The old lady snorted, "That's more like it!"

Zhou Jinshan carried the chicken soup up the stairs, only daring to let out a sigh when his mother couldn't see him.

He discovered that his status in the family had plummeted since his son was born.

So, daughters are still the best.

A daughter who looks like her wife is bound to be soft, sweet, and adorable.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Zhou Jinshan immediately suppressed the regret in his heart and placed the chicken soup on the small table with a smile: "Mingshu, come and have some soup, I'll take care of Mao Mao."

Feng Mingshu looked at the smile on her husband's face, chuckled, and asked, "Are your facial muscles sore?"

Zhou Jinshan: "..."

"Hehe! Brother, sister-in-law, I'm going to the study first." Afraid of being beaten, Zhou Caifeng said goodbye and darted out.

Zhou Jinshan, not bothering to discipline his mischievous sister, closed the door and said helplessly, "I didn't mean to put on a grumpy or sullen face. This is just how I look, and I can't change it."

Feng Mingshu couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, that's exactly what you look like. You can stop a child from crying at night. I was so scared of you at the social gathering that I didn't dare to move."

Zhou Jinshan laughed this time, a natural and smug laugh: "If I hadn't scared you at the beginning, you would have run away long ago. You're just like a rabbit."

“Nonsense, I was born in the Year of the Pig,” Feng Mingshu corrected.

"So your nickname is Piggy?" Zhou Jinshan asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Feng Mingshu punched him lightly, embarrassed and annoyed: "It's a pearl, a pearl as precious as a pearl!"

"You didn't call me by the wrong name, it's Piggy."

"Zhou Jinshan, are you doing this on purpose?" Feng Mingshu punched him again, embarrassed and annoyed.

"Waaaaah—"

Mao Mao opened his mouth and started crying. Feng Mingshu let Zhou Jinshan go, turned around and picked up his son to comfort him, and then snorted: "Look at your son. He made a scene for you, and you just complained about him and scolded him."

Women love to bring up the past, and no amount of explanation will help; Feng Mingshu is no exception.

Zhou Jinshan was not at all displeased. He opened his arms and hugged his wife and children, coaxing them, "It's my fault. From now on, Mao Mao will be my darling, and she will be ranked after our Zhu Zhu."

Feng Mingshu was extremely embarrassed and annoyed: "Don't you dare call me 'piggy'!"

"Comrade Feng Mingshu, I must correct you. Zhuzhu means pearl, which is as precious as a pearl, not the zodiac sign of a pig," Zhou Jinshan said seriously.

Feng Mingshu: "..."

"Zhuzhu, how about I call you by this nickname from now on? Let's change Mao Mao's nickname to Baobao too. The two of you together mean jewel, and you come first."

"Oh no! Mao Mao is the nickname his grandma gave him, we can't change it."

"Okay, if Mao Mao doesn't want to change her nickname, I can only call you Zhu Zhu."

"..."

The baby Mao Mao was so sleepy from hearing such meaningless words about his parents, and when he heard that he wouldn't change his nickname, he closed his eyes peacefully and quickly drifted into a sweet, milky sleep.

whoosh whoosh—

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and Mao Mao grows up day by day.

Soon the day of the full moon arrived.

Mao Mao found himself in new clothes, sitting on a new bed, and surrounded by many people who reached out to touch his face. He burst into tears.

Click!

Feng Mingshu took a picture of her son and happily said to Zhou Jinshan, "From now on, we'll take pictures of Mao Mao every birthday. When he grows up and has a wife, we can show the pictures to her."

Wearing open-crotch pants, revealing his little penis, he seemed to understand his mother's words and cried even louder.

"Oh dear grandson, don't cry. Today is your one-month celebration, we should be happy." The old lady immediately picked up her grandson from the table.

"Listen to how loud and clear Mao Mao's crying is! He'll definitely be a general someday," Aunt Qin said with a smile.

The military wives who came to see the child also said some joyful words, but Mao Mao didn't appreciate it and kept crying, with snot bubbles coming out of his nose.

Feng Mingshu had a headache and gave Zhou Jinshan a look.

Zhou Jinshan then stepped forward and took Mao Mao from his mother. The boy was probably a bit older now and could read people's expressions. As soon as he fell into his father's arms, he immediately stopped crying.

Feng Mingshu shook her head and chuckled, then took out a handkerchief to wipe his face. The boy pouted again, looking pitiful as if he was about to cry.

Feng Mingshu couldn't help but soften her heart and took the boy in. She apologized to the neighbors, saying, "This child is hungry. I'll take him back inside to drink some milk powder."

The neighbors urged her to hurry up and not let the child go hungry.

When Feng Mingshu finished feeding the baby and came out, all the guests had left, which surprised her.

“These days, everyone understands that we don’t hold a full-month celebration. They just came to see the baby, had some tea, and left. They didn’t want to cause us any trouble,” Zhou Jinshan explained.

Feng Mingshu sighed inwardly; in these special times, one must be cautious.

A while ago, when she was still in her postpartum period, Yan Jiayi's review was completed.

Although she was cleared of suspicion as a spy, the organization was very dissatisfied with Yan Jiayi's intention to conceal her relationship with her family. In addition, there were some other issues, and in the end, she was sent to a cadre school farm for reform.

Her ex-husband, Wang Shijie (yes, they divorced), also left the island around the same time and was transferred to another unit, but instead of being promoted, he was apparently demoted.

Feng Mingshu was unaware of the specific reasons.

The news was told to her by her sister-in-law, who felt very relieved when she told it.

It was cold and windy at the time, and neither her mother-in-law nor Zhou Jinshan allowed her to leave the house. Feng Mingshu prepared some things and asked Sister Qin to help pass them on to Yan Jiayi.

When Aunt Qin returned, she told Feng Mingshu that Yan Jiayi cried as soon as she boarded the ship, and asked Aunt Qin to apologize to Feng Mingshu on her behalf.

Feng Mingshu had long forgotten about such a trivial matter, but he couldn't help but sigh. He wondered how many people would be swept away by the tide of the times, and how many would be able to break through the waves.