Sun Lifang was proven wrong; she realized she had been too lenient with her daughter.

"You said you wouldn't spoil her, so who took her out to play in the middle of the night?" Early in the morning, Sister Miao looked at the woman who had just woken up and was standing there in a daze. She spoke quickly and efficiently, just like her work speed: "In the middle of the night, I was wondering why I couldn't find the child. Turns out you took her out."

You develop a bond with your child after spending a lot of time with them.

Sister Miao fell asleep after dinner, and as if she had a timer, around 11 or 12 o'clock at night, her body memory made her get up and touch the child.

I touched it once or twice, but couldn't find it, so I turned on the light.

Sun Lifang was caught red-handed taking her child home. "She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, yet she still took her out for a walk!"

And you're blaming me, blaming me! Sister Miao has no one to talk to at home, and now you're trying to absolve yourself of all responsibility. "Yuanyuan's bad habits can't be blamed on me alone; you and your husband both share the responsibility."

I promised not to take it out, but I didn't miss a single day.

"Oh!" Sun Lifang laughed it off, "Isn't this the American time you mentioned?"

When Sister Miao was trying to make amends for Yuanyuan before, she said, "Our Yuanyuan sleeps during the day and is active at night; she lives on American time—"

"You might not believe it, but maybe Yuanyuan was an American in her past life!"

They used a series of twisted arguments to justify the little girl's daytime naps.

Making excuses is one thing, but not allowing others to disturb them is another.

While Zhou Yunshi was taking Zhou Xinya to school, she turned around and complained to Sun Lifang, "Our Yuanyuan was sleeping soundly this morning when your eldest son woke her up."

Zhou Xinya has now developed a liking for rag dolls. She's become interested in the chubby doll at home, and the more you try to stop her from touching it, the more she wants to.

One time, when Sister Miao wasn't looking, Zhou Xinya tiptoed to reach Zhou Xinyuan in the crib, grabbing the edge of the blanket.

Normally it's fine if you grab it, but that day Sister Miao had just changed the baby's diaper and the bottom wasn't covered. If Zhou Xinya grabbed the two outermost corners loosely and lifted it up, the baby would just roll out from underneath due to gravity.

Hearing the crying, Sister Miao came back after washing her hands and saw that it was bad news. "Yaya was so flustered that she didn't let anyone fall, but she bumped into something."

The smaller one slid down, and the larger one quickly caught it, but without noticing, it bumped into the edge of the crib.

Round head bumped and bumped.

Therefore, learning from this experience, Sister Miao was very afraid of Zhou Xinya. She would always take Yuanyuan away whenever she saw her, and her words to Sun Lifang were quite apt: "These two are both your children. If the older one drops the younger one, you'll be fine—"

"But what if I fall? Who will be responsible then?"

Who knows the weight of the responsibility? Sister Miao never expected that her trip to the toilet would wake up her sleeping sister.

You're the one who took care of the child. If something happens, who will you blame?

It's not easy being a working person, and Sister Miao couldn't really scold Zhou Xinya, so she could only avoid her.

After one or two times, Zhou Xinya became unhappy, saying, "I'm not a bad older sister. I just couldn't hold on properly. It wasn't intentional."

Moreover, the little girl argued confidently, "I apologized to my sister, and look, she still lets me hug her!"

Yuanyuan isn't afraid of falling. Last time she bumped her head and got a big bump, she cried her eyes out, but now she still smiles when she sees Zhou Xinya.

She couldn't walk yet, so she sat on the ground, her little bottom wobbling as she moved forward, reaching out her hands and looking at her sister with bright eyes, wanting to be held.

Zhou Xinya wanted to hug him, but she didn't dare to.

As a result, half of the phone calls Sun Lifang received each day were Zhou Xinya's ramblings, such as, "I really want to hug my little sister. She drooled when she saw me today. She was all wet and looked so cute."

"Stop being cute," Sun Lifang teased her, "She won't be cute anymore when she spits up milk."

Children often get sick when the seasons change, I don't know why, they're fine when they're drinking milk.

After finishing his drink, he seemed the same as usual, continuing to play and have fun.

But after a short while, Yuanyuan vomited milk, both when she was sitting and when she was being held.

As Sun Lifang witnessed firsthand, Miao Jie's few remaining clothes had all been washed and hung outside after Yuan Yuan vomited on them; she was now wearing a wool sweater.

Springtime rain makes drying difficult. After washing the babies, Sister Miao had to wash the older ones too. She was busy all the time and was really tired.

Sun Lifang saw this and knew that, so she didn't want to cause trouble for Sister Miao at this time, given her daughter's "little mood".

They're already exhausted, and what they said makes sense: "You're the boss, so you don't think there's anything wrong with it, but I'm just working for you. If Yuanyuan gets into trouble, I can't take responsibility for it."

Given the prevailing sentiment, Sun Lifang couldn't bear to hurt the other person's feelings, so she could only slightly "insult" her eldest daughter and give her some bad advice—

"When Miao Jie is sleeping in the morning, you can sneak a hug, let Daddy watch, gently touch her a couple of times, and give her a few kisses, isn't that enough?"

Is he a thief or not?

Zhou Xinya gave Sun Lifang a surprised look, she hadn't expected it, "You can do that?"

Aren't Mom and Aunt Miao in cahoots?

"Whose side are you on?" Zhou Xinya asked, eagerly anticipating petting her little sister like she was looking forward to a new toy. She then tried to negotiate with Sun Lifang, "Mom, can you talk to Aunt Miao and let me touch her?"

Sneaking around like that is so shameful.

Zhou Xinya didn't want to sneakily touch her; she wanted to openly hug "my own sister!"

The way he said that made it sound like he was so proud.

But no, Sun Lifang decided to postpone the matter. "Yuanyuan's bump on her head hasn't gone down yet, isn't it inappropriate to bring this up now?"

At the very least, we have to wait until the storm has passed, right?

“Not clever at all, I really don’t know who she inherited it from.” Sun Lifang dragged her daughter to the master bedroom for a triangular discussion. “Yuanyuan still has that bump on her head, Sister Miao can tell who the culprit is at a glance.”

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