After the baby's one-month celebration, Feng Mingshu returned to school.

Mao Mao, who had just started drinking breast milk, no longer liked formula. She cried loudly from hunger, but refused to drink the formula prepared by the old lady.

The old lady had no choice but to bring her grandson to the school to find her daughter-in-law.

Feng Mingshu was in class at the time. Hearing Mao Mao crying, she was very anxious, but she could only endure it and continue teaching.

"Teacher, why don't you go out and take a look? We can wait, it's okay," said Li Jianguo from the class.

The other students chimed in.

Feng Mingshu was indeed anxious. She glanced at her watch and said, "I'll go out for 5 minutes first, and then I'll be 5 minutes late leaving get out of class."

Although she recorded tapes for her students to study on their own while she was in postpartum confinement, it still caused some delays, so now she has to make the most of every class.

After obtaining the students' consent, Feng Mingshu left the classroom and took the crying Mao Mao from her grandmother's hands.

The naughty boy immediately stopped crying and burrowed into her chest. Feng Mingshu immediately understood what was happening, rushed to the office, closed the door, and unbuttoned her clothes to breastfeed him.

Perhaps because he was very hungry, Mao Mao drank quickly and fiercely, causing Feng Mingshu to hiss in pain.

The old lady felt sorry and guilty: "It's my fault for not coaxing Mao Mao and for not being ruthless enough. If I had let him go hungry a little longer, he might have been willing to drink milk powder."

Feng Mingshu shook her head and said, "This is not your fault, it's just that the child has a bad temper. From now on, I will express milk before I go to work and keep it at home. When he is hungry, you can just heat it up and feed it to him."

After saying that, she glanced at her watch and said, "I should go back now. Mom, could you watch over him for me? He can stay in the office. I can go back after I finish this class and a half."

"Okay, go ahead." The old lady nodded and took over her grandson.

But Mao Mao still wouldn't give in. Feng Mingshu pulled him a little, which hurt so much that her temples twitched. In the end, she didn't have time to comfort Mao Mao, who was crying again, and rushed to the classroom after tidying up her clothes.

The old lady hugged her grandson and kept coaxing him, "Don't cry, my dear grandson, your mother will be back soon."

Perhaps she understood, or perhaps she was tired from crying, Mao Mao closed her eyes in her grandmother's arms.

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Mingshu went overtime by five minutes. When he returned to his office, he found his colleagues playing with Mao Mao.

Mao Mao stared with her big, dark eyes, sometimes at the jingling keys in the uncle's hand, and sometimes at another teacher playing the harmonica, she was very busy.

Feng Mingshu saw the cola and didn't approach, but the boy had a very keen sense of smell and quickly stretched out his little hand in her direction.

Feng Mingshu chuckled and stepped forward to hug him. The boy then nuzzled against her chest, causing Feng Mingshu to turn away awkwardly.

The colleagues understood and left the office after saying goodbye.

After another class, they ran into the principal, and Feng Mingshu hugged the child and apologized sheepishly.

The principal chuckled and waved his hand, "It's nothing, the important thing is that the children are well-fed." After thinking for a moment, he added, "The school has a storage room, I'll have someone clean it up, it'll be more convenient for you to take your child with you during breaks."

The old lady was immediately interested upon hearing this.

Feng Mingshu declined, saying she would not bring her child to school in the future, but then made a request: "Principal, I hope my classes can be adjusted slightly and made more concentrated."

The principal immediately agreed: "That's a small problem. From now on, your morning and afternoon classes will be scheduled for the first two periods, and you can go straight home after class."

"Thank you very much, Principal." Feng Mingshu said with delight.

The principal chuckled and said, "Don't thank me yet. After your son turns one year old, you can't refuse to be his homeroom teacher anymore."

Feng Mingshu really didn't want to be a homeroom teacher, but since the principal had given her such a great opportunity, she had no choice but to agree: "Thank you for your trust, Principal. Please make the arrangements as you see fit, and I will obey your orders."

The principal's eyes crinkled with a smile. Feng Mingshu didn't think much of it at the time, but a year later she realized how badly she had been tricked.

After returning home with the child and breastfeeding him again, Zhou Jinshan came back. Feng Mingshu handed the child to him directly, saying, "Your son really wore me out today. From now on, he's your responsibility when you come home."

Zhou Jinshan skillfully took his son and nodded: "Okay, I'll keep an eye on him from now on and not let him be naughty."

Perhaps understanding what his parents said, Mao Mao suddenly raised his head and stared at his father.

The next second, Zhou Jinshan's expression changed, because a warm current flowed from his palm.

Feng Mingshu chuckled, taking her son from Zhou Jinshan's arms as she called out, "Mom, could you please bring me a diaper? Your grandson peed again, and he even peed on his dad."

The old lady quickly brought over a clean diaper: "Oh my, my good grandson is so clever, he can even pee on his dad."

Feng Mingshu chuckled again.

Zhou Jinshan washed his hands with a blank expression, but his mother snatched the water ladle from him.

"Why are you in such a hurry to wash your hands? First, prepare a basin of warm water to wash Mao Mao's bottom." The old lady grabbed the water ladle with a self-righteous attitude and ordered Zhou Jinshan to run around in circles.

After finishing his work and having lunch, Zhou Jinshan was finally able to return to the bedroom to rest for a while. He first put his son to sleep, then held his wife's hand and said, "Zhuzhu, let's just raise him alone. We don't need to give him any more younger brothers or sisters in the future."

Feng Mingshu laughed upon hearing this: "I have no objection, as long as you can persuade your mother-in-law."

“I’ll talk to Mom, don’t worry.” Zhou Jinshan hugged her and rubbed his chin against her forehead. “You were on the verge of death when you gave birth to Mao Mao, I wouldn’t dare let you take that risk again.”

Hearing this, Feng Mingshu felt a surge of warmth in her heart and explained, "That day was an accident. I was quite frightened at the time and thought it was nothing and would pass by, but it started to happen during the night."

She still feels lingering fear when she thinks about it.

Zhou Jinshan hugged her tightly: "It's all in the past. Something like this won't happen on the island again."

Feng Mingshu hummed in agreement, closed her eyes, and rested against his chest.

Zhou Jinshan could tell that his wife didn't completely believe him, but he didn't make any further promises.

A promise that is too light is not as good as concrete actions.

No matter how fierce the storms outside, he will protect the peace and tranquility of his wife and children.

Feng Mingshu had a good night's sleep, but when she woke up, she found that Zhou Jinshan had left sometime earlier.

She quickly fed her child once and then rushed off to school.

With such busy days, time flew by, making Feng Mingshu momentarily forget the storms outside.

Until the instructions came from above: "The school system should be shortened and education should be revolutionized."

The old headmaster's hair turned even whiter with worry.

The six-year primary school was changed to five years, and their junior high school was also changed from three years to two years. They had to study agriculture and industry and engage in criticism on weekdays, so there was not much time for regular classes.

The old principal couldn't help but sigh: "If we do it this way, the children will lose focus, and there won't be enough time. They definitely won't be able to finish learning the courses from previous years, and even if they do, they won't be able to remember them."