Jiang Qiao joked, "Dad, this isn't the first time you've been a father, and you're still struggling to come up with a name? How did you name me back then? Just give your son one too."

Gu Zhengfeng glared at him. "You think that name was just picked randomly? At the very least, it should sound grand and be easy to pronounce."

Jiang Qiao chuckled, "How about we follow the names from the Three Kingdoms period? My brother could be named Gu Zilong or something?"

Gu Zhengfeng waved his hand and said, "That won't do. There has to be a character that doesn't fit the family's name. We can't have just one of our family members come up with a name. I'll have your grandfather and maternal grandfather come up with a name. Those two old men haven't figured it out yet. Just wait, we should have a name soon."

Jiang Qiao took his mother's pulse, "Not bad—"

Wen Jingwan herself felt that she was in good health. "It's all because of those tonics you made. Even your grandma found them amazing. These past few days, she's been making me tonic soups."

Zhengfeng, go ask the doctor if I can be discharged. Although I'm older, I feel fine and there shouldn't be any problems. I had a natural birth, so it shouldn't have much of an impact.

Jiang Qiao glanced at her father. "Dad, you're worried, aren't you?"

Gu Zhengfeng nodded. "Where would I feel at ease going? Your mother isn't young anymore. After all this trouble, we need to take good care of her."

Jiang Qiao hesitated for a moment, then said, "How about we talk to the doctor and ask to be discharged so we can go home and recuperate? I can handle any injections or acupuncture myself."

Gu Zhengfeng nodded. "Okay, then I'll go find a doctor."

With Jiang Qiao around, Gu Zhengfeng really wasn't afraid. That girl could cure a cripple, so taking care of his wife and son shouldn't be a problem.

So, even Zhou Yaru was surprised when Gu Zhengfeng carried Wen Jingwan back into the house.

"Oh, weren't you going to stay a couple more days? Why are you back so soon? Is that alright?"

"Mom, I'm fine. You're all making a fuss over nothing. Everyone goes through this after giving birth. There's no point in staying here any longer. It's more convenient to go home and take care of the baby. Ah, it feels so good to be home."

The old lady had already prepared the pig's trotter soup to help with lactation, and as soon as her daughter got on the kang (heated brick bed), she quickly served it to Wen Jingwan.

"Drink it while it's hot, and you'll have enough milk. Then neither you nor your child will suffer in the future."

Jiang Qiao glanced at the bowl of pig's trotter soup and felt disgusted just looking at it for her mother.

"Mom, you drink this first. I'll make you some Chinese medicine soup later. I guarantee it will help nourish your milk and improve your health."

Zhou Yaru was eager for her granddaughter to take over the job. To be honest, she had rarely cooked in the kitchen over the years. With servants at home, she was not needed. Her cooking skills were probably only slightly better than Wen Jingwan's. After all, she had given birth to three children. Even if she hadn't eaten pork, she had seen pigs run.

“That’s great. With you here, things will be easier for me. To be honest, this is the only thing I’m good at cooking. I’m really not good at anything else. But my own daughter is giving birth, and it wouldn’t be right for me, as her mother, not to be there. Jingwan, let Jiang Qiao do it. She’s a good cook.”

Wen Jingwan knew perfectly well what kind of person her own mother was. The old lady had really had a tough time these past few days.

“Okay, then let Jiang Qiao handle it, and you and Dad can help me take care of the baby.”

Gu Zhengfeng chimed in, "Then I'll take care of the purchasing. Just tell me what you want to eat. With Qiao'er here, she can cook anything."

Wen Songtao was really not polite. He had eaten his fill of the old woman's cooking these past two days, but it was his wife's food, so he couldn't say it wasn't good. Besides, he couldn't say that in front of his son-in-law. He had to save face for his wife.

The arrival of his granddaughter has finally relieved the old man of some burden.

"Girl, girl, could you make some of your favorite Southern dishes?"

Jiang Qiao smiled and nodded, "Okay, why not?"

The old lady simply said, "I'm fine with something light."

Jiang Qiao started looking for ingredients, such as meat and fish, from the bag she had brought. She and Gu Zhengfeng had just gone out for a stroll and her father had brought them back. She didn't need to make any excuses anymore. With her father as a shield, it was really convenient for her to take whatever she wanted.

Everyone knows that Gu Zhengfeng's family has had a son, so it's normal for meat to smell coming from their house.

Meng Yuzhi heard Jiang Qiao's voice from next door and quickly brought some things over. "Qiao'er, is your mother back?"

Jiang Qiao smiled and nodded, "I just got back today, Auntie. You're here now, what do you need?"

Meng Yuzhi explained with a smile, "These are eggs from the chickens I raise myself. I'm saving them for your mother's postpartum care. We can't refuse them, otherwise we'll feel embarrassed. Your parents have always taken good care of our family. I'll go inside and check on the baby first."

Meng Yuzhi was the first to come, and then more and more people came to see the children. Everyone brought gifts, more or less. Jiang Qiao wrote them all down in his notebook so that his mother could use them as favors later.

"Okay, it's good to write it down. We can pay back slowly later. Remember to write down everyone who comes these days, so don't forget anyone."

Jiang Qiao nodded. "Grandma, you stay with Mom. I'll go cook."

At noon, Jiang Qiao made old hen soup for Wen Jingwan, adding Chinese medicinal herbs. She also skimmed off all the oil on top. Just the smell of the chicken soup made Wen Jingwan want to drink it. It was much better than that greasy pig's trotter soup.

For lunch, they ate chicken stew with hazelnuts, dried bamboo shoots with shredded pork, two cold dishes, and a seaweed and tofu soup.

"Not bad, not bad, the girl's cooking is delicious. I'll have some soup first."

The old man is finally free from the old woman's cooking. He's so happy; even a bowl of soup makes him nod and sway.

Zhou Yaru rolled her eyes at him. "My cooking isn't that bad, is it? There are plenty of people outside who eat chaff and tree bark. Even if it's bad, it's still better than eating that stuff. You old man, you're never satisfied."

Wen Songtao, however, was quite flexible and said, "Old woman, it's not that your cooking is bad, it's just that my palate is getting more and more picky. There's nothing I can do about it. I'll learn to cook later and make it for you."

Jiang Qiao smiled and nodded, "I think it's a good idea. These days, there's no such thing as a gentleman staying away from the kitchen. Being able to be both elegant in the living room and skilled in the kitchen isn't just a saying for women. Actually, it's the same for men. It's just that you don't want to learn. Look at those famous chefs, they're all men."

Gu Zhengfeng nodded in agreement, "That's right, Dad. Why don't you learn from him in the future? Maybe we can benefit from it too."

Wen Songtao slapped his son-in-law on the head and said, "You brat, you're still trying to benefit from this? Why don't you learn from me? If you learn well, I'll benefit from it too. Young people, you should learn as long as you live. Your dad is too old to learn anymore. You young people are the ones who have the potential."

The old man's philandering had somehow involved his son-in-law. Zhou Yaru was too lazy to deal with their dispute and just ate her own meal. And let me tell you, her granddaughter's cooking skills were truly amazing. Even a simple cold dish was so delicious. I really don't know how she learned it.