Chapter 1111 Balance

"Sister Lu, I..."

Xu Xiangcao wanted to cry but had no tears. She was anxious to speak, but Lu Miao didn't look at her. He turned around and told Wang Xiu:

"I'll be home these few days, so you can learn how to cook slowly. When the driver comes back, don't ask Mingxia and the others to eat at school. Just make it at home and send it to them... Shi'an, Mingyi, and Baichuan eat everything, but Mingxia is a bit picky. You should put more thought into the food you prepare for the children."

Wang Xiu nodded quickly and responded:

"I know, Miss Lu."

"Um."

Lu Miao nodded her chin, washed her hands, and went straight to the main hall, passing Xu Xiangcao who was looking at her eagerly.

Xu Xiangcao pursed her lips and stamped her feet secretly.

Although she was reluctant in her heart, Lu Miao acted as if he was ignoring her, so she didn't dare to go up to him and say anything.

I can only keep quiet temporarily and accept the arrangement reluctantly.

Then Lu Miao returned to the main hall and saw Ming Xia finishing one roasted orange and peeling the second one.

The little girl ate very politely, but the other kid next to her was different.

Baichuan tilted his head and peeled the orange clumsily.

The skin of the burnt orange has been charred.

His little hands were dirty, and his mouth wasn't much better, with a black circle around it that looked like a beard.

Lu Miao found it funny and sat over to wipe his mouth. He took the orange, peeled it in a few seconds, and fed the slightly warm orange segments to the little guy one by one.

Baichuan's eyes narrowed into a line, his little mouth moved as he chewed slowly, and his little hands held his sister affectionately.

After swallowing the orange slices, he puffed out his chest and looked at his mother and said:

"Thank you, Mom. You are the best mom. I love you the most!"

Tang Mei joked beside him:

"This little rascal is really good at sweet-talking. Yesterday he was the best grandfather, this morning he was the best grandmother, and now he's the best mother again."

Baichuan looked at the orange in his mother's hand, then at his grandmother, and as if he understood something, he leaned towards his sister:

"And the best sister. I love my sister the most!"

Lu Miao shook his head, smiled and handed a slice of orange to his mouth:

"Okay, okay, they're all the best! Sit down and eat quickly, don't rub your sister so that she won't feel comfortable again."

"Hehe~"

Baichuan laughed and immediately straightened his chest and sat up straight, opening his mouth and waiting for his mother to feed him.

It's unclear whether the burnt oranges and canned yellow peaches really helped, or what, but by evening, Mingxia's cough had subsided considerably. She had a runny nose in the afternoon, and Lu Miao was worried it might get worse, so he stayed home all day to watch over her.

Seeing her child sleeping soundly at night, she felt relieved.

It was also at this time that Lu Miao felt dizzy and realized that he had not had enough rest in the past two days.

The weather is getting cooler day by day, and sometimes it is not as hot as before.

Afraid that the disease would be carried over by the wind, Lu Miao went downstairs to cook a pot of ginger and sugar water and asked everyone in the family to drink a bowl. Afterwards, she went upstairs to take a slightly hot bath.

I didn't get into bed until I was completely warm.

With the child around, and since they were sick and didn't get enough rest yesterday, Lu Miao and Fu Jingyou didn't chat and sleep like they used to.

As soon as the small desk lamp was turned off, the room fell into silence.

Lu Miao lay on his side and held Ming Xiaxu in his arms, silently reconsidering some things in his heart.

She probably thinks too highly of herself and puts others before herself.

Because she always subconsciously feels that others don't understand, others don't know, she can get twice the result with half the effort, so no matter whether it is a big job, a small job or a chore, as long as she can take care of it, she never pushes it to others.

But how can this continue?

Not to mention that she also needs to give others the opportunity to learn and grow, let alone herself.

She is a human being, not a machine.

Not only am I physically exhausted from being so busy every day, but my children's growth and education have also been delayed...

Work is important, but isn’t educating the next generation unimportant?

It is difficult to balance career and family at the same time.

She must make adjustments and try to achieve a balance...

Thinking about these things, Lu Miao let out a deep breath.

As soon as she made a little noise, another big hand grabbed her wrist under the quilt.

Fu Jingyou thought she was worried about the child, and comforted her gently in a low and hoarse voice:

"Go to sleep first and stop worrying. Everything will be fine tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, sleep."

Lu Miao chuckled softly, said "hmm", and really didn't think about it anymore.