When Zhou Xiaoying was praised by her mother, she looked both proud and nostalgic.

Back then, she could only earn 50 cents to a dollar for making a garment for her fellow villagers.

But she didn't have many expenses, and she even saved some money.

After marrying Zheng Weidong, Zheng Weidong, who was concerned about his image, disliked her sewing clothes for others, feeling it was beneath him, and forbade her from doing so.

She was also foolish, thinking that since Zheng Weidong earned nearly two hundred yuan a month, it wouldn't be worth it for her to cause disharmony at home just to earn one or fifty cents, so she never sewed clothes for anyone again.

She later discovered that although Zheng Weidong's salary was not low, it had nothing to do with her.

Zheng Weidong used to send 100 yuan back every month, but that 100 yuan always went to Ma Donghua. The mother and son treated her like a thief and wouldn't give her a single penny to spend.

Yang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Comrade Zhou, in addition to Yiren Clothing Store, I'm about to open another store in the provincial capital."

If you want to work, you can contact me then.

Yang Qiaoqiao left a phone number with Zhou Xiaoying.

The moment Zhou Xiaoying heard those words, her eyes lit up, and she nodded excitedly, "Comrade Yang, thank you. I will definitely come to see you when my child is a little older."

Yang Qiaoqiao exchanged a few more pleasantries with Zhou Xiaoying before being discharged from the hospital.

During her hospitalization, Huo Beixiao and Lin Xiaohui took turns going home to clean the house thoroughly.

In her and Huo Beixiao's bedroom, there were two more exquisitely crafted cribs.

The mattress and blankets in the crib are all made of high-quality fabrics, which look soft and comfortable.

Huo Beixiao had also turned on the air conditioner in the house well in advance.

Even though it's unbearably hot outside, the temperature inside is exceptionally comfortable.

Lin Xiaohui was a little worried, so she quickly dressed her up warmly and put on a hat. "Bei Xiao, when you were in the hospital, did you ask the doctor if Qiao Qiao could actually breathe your high-tech air?"

It's so cold; I'm afraid I'll develop postpartum illnesses if I get chilled.

Before Huo Beixiao could answer, Yang Qiaoqiao quickly replied, "Mom, don't worry, I asked. The doctor said it's okay as long as you're not directly in front of the air vent."

The doctor also said that washing my hair and taking a shower are both fine…

Before Yang Qiaoqiao could finish speaking, Lin Xiaohui said with a look of disapproval, "Is this what the doctor said? How can the doctor talk such nonsense? How can you wash your hair and take a bath during postpartum confinement?"

No, I need to go to the hospital again.

As Lin Xiaohui spoke, she instructed Huo Beixiao and Yang Jianguo to take good care of Yang Qiaoqiao and the two children, and then rushed off to the hospital.

Yang Qiaoqiao tried to stop her but failed.

Watching Lin Xiaohui's figure disappear, Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

Indeed, one should not be too greedy.

If she had only told her mother that the doctor said it was okay to use air conditioning, her mother would have believed her.

She desperately hoped her mother would allow her to wash her hair and take a bath, but things went wrong.

Although with the country's comprehensive reform and opening up, some doctors in China have been influenced by Western culture and agree that they do not need to strictly follow the traditional postpartum care practices.

However, many doctors still insist that the thousands of years of tradition passed down from our ancestors cannot be wrong.

What if that doctor is also old-fashioned, and after Mom asks him, she doesn't even let her turn on the air conditioner? How is she going to get through her postpartum period?

When Huo Beixiao brought her some extra food, he saw her anxious little face and instantly understood what she was worried about.

He looked at her tenderly and said affectionately, "Honey, don't worry. If the doctor really tells Mom that you can't use the air conditioner, then I'll stay by your side every day and fan you."

"Come on, eat something first." Huo Beixiao said as he fed Yang Qiaoqiao with a bowl.

Yang Qiaoqiao looked at the crucian carp soup, steamed egg custard, stir-fried bok choy, and chicken porridge made with chicken broth that Huo Beixiao had brought over.

Although the diet consisted of a balanced mix of meat and vegetables and was nutritious, she still had a lot of headaches.

From the day she gave birth, Lin Xiaohui and Huo Beixiao began their "pig-raising" life, feeding her six meals a day.

Later, after her strong advocacy, they agreed to let her cancel the late-night snack, but still insisted that she eat five meals a day.

If she wants to breastfeed her child, she feels that eating five meals a day is no problem.

The problem is that the two little ones don't drink her breast milk at all, and she doesn't need to breastfeed them, so there's no need for them to eat five meals a day.

If she keeps eating like this, she feels she'll grow into a 200-pound fat woman by the time she finishes her postpartum period.

"Brother Xiao, can I just eat three meals a day normally and skip the morning and afternoon snacks? I really can't eat that much."

"Besides, I have to eat so many meals, and I need someone to cook for me. It's such a hassle!" Yang Qiaoqiao pleaded with Huo Beixiao with a bitter face.

Huo Beixiao had just cooled a spoonful of steamed egg custard to the right temperature and was preparing to feed it to Yang Qiaoqiao.

Hearing this, his expression immediately turned serious, and he refused outright: "No. The doctor said that a woman's body is severely depleted after childbirth, and she must eat small, frequent meals to slowly replenish the nutrients lost in order to recover her health."

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

She reluctantly ate a bite of the steamed egg custard that Huo Beixiao fed her.

Just as she was finishing her meal, Lin Xiaohui returned.

Yang Qiaoqiao immediately looked at her expectantly, "Mom, the doctor said I can use air conditioning, and I can wash my hair and take a shower, right?"

Lin Shulan: ...

The doctor who said it's okay to use air conditioning during postpartum confinement did indeed say it's okay to wash your hair and take a bath, but other doctors who didn't even know what air conditioning was all explicitly stated that you absolutely cannot wash your hair or take a bath during postpartum confinement.

When you're young, you crave comfort and cleanliness, but when you're old and suffer from postpartum complications, you'll know how painful it is.

"Air conditioning is fine! But washing your hair and taking a shower is definitely not allowed." After giving a very stern answer, Lin Xiaohui advised Yang Qiaoqiao, "Qiaoqiao, let me tell you, it's no joke if a woman develops postpartum illnesses."

You might not feel anything when you're young, but as you get a little older, all sorts of illnesses will come your way.

Listen to your mother, the air conditioner isn't hot, and we won't sweat much. We can just wipe ourselves down a few times a day; forget about washing our hair or taking a bath.

Then, Lin Xiaohui told her many consequences of developing postpartum illnesses.

She didn't think much of it, because she knew that as long as she didn't get chilled after washing her hair and taking a bath, she wouldn't develop the serious postpartum illnesses that Lin Xiaohui had mentioned.

But this startled Huo Beixiao, who was listening in from the side.

Especially when Lin Xiaohui asked Huo Beixiao to keep an eye on her and not let her wash her hair or take a bath, Huo Beixiao nodded vigorously, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely keep an eye on Qiaoqiao and won't let her be willful during her postpartum period."

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

One is her biological mother, and the other is her biological husband. Now, in order to prevent her from washing her hair and taking a bath, they have formed an alliance to watch her like a criminal.

What else could she do?

Well, she'll just have to bear with it!