The Zhang family began preparing lunch early in the morning. To welcome the in-laws, they halted all carpentry work in the new courtyard. The foot of North Mountain was no longer bustling with activity.

As soon as the work in Zhoujia Village was over, someone came over and called for preparations to begin. With the exception of Zhang's mother, who stayed in Zhang Guoqing's room to take care of the children, the entire family, led by Zhang's father, gathered at the gate early, waiting for the car to arrive.

Zhang Guoqing drove the group around the main road and headed towards Zhangjia Village. When they arrived at the foot of Beishan Mountain, they saw a group of people waiting at their door. He smiled cheerfully and said, "Dad, look, my dad and the others are all waiting for you to come."

Zhou Xiaozheng saw that it was not his in-laws at the door, so he urged him to speed up and said to Mrs. Cheng next to him: "Aunt, the one in front is Xiaowu's house, and the one at the door is our in-laws."

As soon as the car stopped, Mr. Cheng hurried forward with his wife, shouting, "My dear relatives, you are too polite. Why don't you go back inside and wait in such a cold weather?"

When Father Zhang saw the two elderly people in front of Grandpa Lin, he hurried forward and said with a smile, "Our distinguished guests have arrived. We have been looking forward to your arrival last night, and finally you have arrived. Please come in and have a seat." After that, he led everyone into the yard.

Zhou Jiao took Old Lady Cheng and Lin Lishan to her bedroom, "Aunt, let's go inside and rest for a while, and then go out for dinner."

Old Mrs. Cheng nodded happily, "I was just looking forward to seeing our little baby. Who will take care of the child while you're away today?"

"My mother-in-law is taking care of the children. She prepared the basket of offerings just now. It should still be in the inner room. You'll see it later."

As soon as they entered the outer room of the west wing, Zhang's mother, holding the child, looked at them with a smile. "I knew it was Aunt Jiaojiao when I heard her voice. Aunt Jiaojiao, you are an honored guest. Please forgive my impoliteness for not being able to go out to greet you. Come in and have a seat."

Old Madam Cheng kept shaking her hands. "You're preparing the sacrifices and taking care of the children. I don't know how to thank you enough. Please don't use these polite words. We're all family. I don't want to be bothered by these things."

Zhang's mother nodded with a smile, went into the inner room and sat down, then handed the child to the old lady. "Please take a look, old lady. This is Jiaojiao's child, nicknamed Ping'an. This child is not even a month old, but he's already looking for his mother. As soon as he hears Jiaojiao's voice outside, his eyes turn away. He's so smart."

Old Mrs. Cheng hugged the child tightly and laughed happily. "Our child has good roots and is smart. Ping An, this nickname is good, and he looks good too. He will definitely be a handsome boy when he grows up."

Zhou Jiao went to the outer room and made three cups of malted milk. She brought them into the house and took the child. "Aunt, drink some water and have a good rest. Mom, you and my mom should drink some water too. Is the child ready to be fed?"

Mother Zhang smiled and picked up the cup, passing it to Old Lady Cheng and Lin Lishan. "He just drank it. I'll feed him later. You should sit down and rest for a while. Is everything going well over there?"

"Yes, everything is done. Thank you, mother, for the preparations."

After drinking her water, Mrs. Cheng smiled as she looked at the furnishings in the bedroom, especially the curtains. She nodded and said, "Xiaowu's mother, thank you so much. Jiaojiao is blessed to have a good mother-in-law. In the future, please advise her if she does something wrong. If there is anything wrong, you should educate her as if she were your own daughter. Her mother works all year round and can't be with the child. They both work all the time, so they still rely on you to take care of them in their daily lives."

Mother Zhang looked at Zhou Jiao cheerfully, "Don't worry, Jiaojiao is truly my daughter. Brother Zhou has known our family since childhood, and I don't treat his daughter as an outsider. My eldest sister is straightforward and I get along well with her. I don't consider myself a mother-in-law at all, I treat her like my own daughter. Besides, our Jiaojiao is filial and smart, so there's really nothing I can say to her."

Hearing her say this, Mrs. Cheng became even happier. "Very good, this is how our family should be. It's all fate. I think Jiaojiao is a good child. Apart from anything else, she has inherited my sister's dexterity and must be kind-hearted. Xiaowu's mother, you haven't seen my sister. My sister was praised by everyone back then. She was a top-notch expert in embroidery, painting, and calligraphy. This child is luckier than her grandmother. She has a good in-law family like you to take care of her. I would like to express my sister's gratitude to you. Thank you for taking care of the child when she was young, and thank you for accepting our child."

"Don't say thank you, old man. It's Xiaowu's blessing that our family can marry Jiaojiao. The couple grew up together and lived happily and happily. We are all blessed."

Zhou Jiao listened with a smile and said unwillingly, "Aunt, please don't praise me first. I can't compare to grandma. There's a huge gap between us. When you have time, tell me about my grandma. I will study hard in the future and try not to embarrass her. Is that okay with you?"

Old Mrs. Cheng laughed heartily and pointed at her, saying, "Don't learn anymore. I've heard a lot about you. Now look at the embroidery on these curtains. This alone is no worse than your grandmother's. Are you still like your grandmother, hiding your other skills? Do you know how I found your father?"

Zhou Jiao really didn't know, so she asked her curiously, "How did you find it? Is there any connection between you and me?"

"Smart, it really is related to you. Your grandfather has the gift of photographic memory. When your grandfather went back to drink with your great uncle and others, he said that you knew all the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic by the age of three, could recite all the prescriptions of Old Madam Zhou by the age of five, and had exhausted all her special skills by the age of eight. Your great uncle was interested when he heard it. Photographic memory is not a simple matter. It just so happened that your father was a descendant of the Zhou family in Beijing. He became anxious and kept asking your grandfather if you had a photographic memory, but your grandfather couldn't be sure. Your great uncle came home and said that you must be your grandfather's granddaughter, and happened to be from the Zhou family in Beijing. After following this clue for a few days, they found your father. Do you think it is related to you?"

Zhou Jiao opened her mouth and sighed after a while, "That's fine. Thanks for the trouble, Grandpa."

Old Madam Cheng smiled and shook her head. "I just didn't notice it this time. When you go to the capital in the future, I will recognize you the moment I see you. You look so much like your grandmother. You are as thin now as your grandmother was when she had just given birth to your father. When you recover, I think you will be more outstanding than your grandmother. You have big eyes and eyebrows like your grandfather, almond-shaped eyes. Your grandmother has phoenix eyes, which are not as pretty as yours. Your eyebrows look heroic too. Your facial features are more energetic than your grandmother's. Your grandmother often said that she looked too weak. You are better this way. If you look closely, you can see that she is heroic."

Zhou Jiao touched her eyebrows proudly, raised her chin slightly, and nodded with a smile. "I thought so too. I told my dad that I took after his eyes, eyebrows, and dimples."

Old Mrs. Cheng complained, "Don't even mention your father. I get angry just thinking about his dimples. He's had a stern face since he was an adult, and even his dimples are gone. It's the reason I didn't recognize him as the child I was looking for even after meeting him several times. If he smiled more often, I would definitely notice it. He still looks more like your grandmother."

Zhang's mother and Lin Lishan both laughed heartily when they recalled Zhou Xiaozheng's stern face. No wonder they couldn't remember him, hadn't noticed him. Those who weren't familiar with Zhou Xiaozheng only remembered him as having a cold, stern face.

Mrs. Cheng thought about it and found it very funny. "Really? You think so too, right? I only remember my sister's smile and my brother-in-law's gentleness. Who would have thought that they would give birth to a son with such a cold face? That night, I thought about the child's facial features and found that he looked more and more like my sister. I was so anxious that I had to be hospitalized. I really regretted not using my brain. I should have observed him carefully when I saw his last name was Zhou. Fortunately, God was merciful and let me find him."