"The two young men are chubby and chubby, so good-looking and strong. They also have delicate features, looking exactly like you when you were little. You were handsome when you were young, so these two will definitely be handsome young men when they grow up, and they won't have to worry about finding wives."

Yang Fengxia spoke in a pleasing and polite manner, without mentioning a word about what had happened a few days ago.

Before she came, her eldest daughter analyzed the situation for her.

Since the young woman is in postpartum confinement, the young man certainly can't tell her about that matter. He should just let her talk normally when she comes today and forget about what happened that day.

Now that the matter is over, even if Fang Qiao finds out later, it's not appropriate to bring it up again.

Yang Fengxia asked, "Xiao Qiao, have you named the twins yet? What are they called?"

Fang Yaozu stood behind Yang Fengxia with a smile, bending down to tease the two babies, leaving all the pleasantries to Yang Fengxia.

He's been like this since he was young, only caring about making money and bringing it home, ignoring everything else. If his wife gets angry, he'll run away; if his kids misbehave, he'll give them a beating, take sides, and smooth things over.

As people get older, they stop caring about anything and ask no questions. They go out to sweep the streets early in the morning, go home to eat dinner in the evening, and when they have free time, they go to the park to watch people walk their birds. That's how the days pass by.

I have a sense of responsibility, but not much.

Despite Yang Fengxia's strong personality and the fact that she seems to be in charge of everything at home, she is actually destined to be a hard-working person all her life, worrying a lot but getting little in return.

Fang Yaozu may seem submissive and lacking in status, but in reality, he's the most selfish and lives the most comfortably in the family. He doesn't care about anything normally, but when something happens, he's the one who truly makes the decisions.

Fang Qiao glanced at Yang Fengxia and Fang Yaozu indifferently and said, "We've named them. The older brother is called Cheng Ningchuan, and the younger brother is called Cheng Ningyue. Their nicknames will be Chuanchuan and Yueyue."

"Chuan Chuan, Yue Yue, those are nice names." Yang Fengxia couldn't read and didn't know what the characters were or what they meant, so she could only dryly praise, "These names are well-chosen, they're cultured. Bai Dong must have chosen them, they're really good."

The name was given by Fang Qiao and chosen by Cheng Baidong.

She smiled but didn't say anything.

Seeing the atmosphere become awkward, Yang Fengxia tried to make conversation: "Xiao Qiao, when a baby is born, it's common for the maternal grandmother to buy clothes for the child. I didn't know what size Chuan Chuan and Yue Yue would wear, so I just bought two pieces of fabric. Xiao Jing is very skillful, so I'll have her cut the clothes for them."

As is customary, Fang Qiao didn't stand on ceremony with Yang Fengxia and nodded to accept the gift: "Thank you, Mom. I'll talk to Xiao Jing about it later and have her watch the cutting."

"There are still some eggs and brown sugar in the bamboo basket. Don't forget to eat them. Eggs are nutritious. You had twins, which takes a toll on your health more than a single birth. Eat more nutritious foods during your postpartum period to help you recover faster," Yang Fengxia said with concern.

Fang Qiao nodded: "I know."

Yang Fengxia nervously smoothed her not-too-disheveled hair and said, "Xiao Qiao, are the twins restless at night? Can you and your son-in-law handle them? You don't have any elders here to look after them, so why don't I stay for a while and take care of you until you finish your postpartum period? That would be more thorough."

Fang Qiao declined, saying, "No need. Bai Dong and I can handle it ourselves. There's no need to trouble you."

Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult; Fang Qiao doesn't want to go through that trouble.

Yang Fengxia gave an awkward smile: "Okay then."

Fang Qiao wasn't close to her, and she didn't really intend to come and take care of her during her postpartum period; she was just saying it as a formality.

There were many people delivering rice, and quite a few others who wanted to see the children, so Yang Fengxia and Fang Yaozu went out first.

Fang Xue and Fang Qiao had a casual relationship. After exchanging a few polite words upon entering, she glanced at the child and then sent Hong Fengyi out as well.

Dong Ping came in with Fang Xue. She originally wanted to say a few more words to Fang Qiao, but since Fang Xue left, she couldn't stay any longer and could only leave with her.

Panpan, on the other hand, clung to the railing of her crib and refused to let go.

She had never seen twins before, and they looked so novel that she didn't want to go out for a while.

Fang Qiao kept her. Fang Xue wasn't a good person, but Panpan was a good girl, and Fang Qiao liked her.

It just so happens that Tian Tian is here too. One of the children calls her Auntie, and the other calls her Little Auntie. They keep each other company, chat, and can also foster a bond between the two girls.

Afterwards, Fang Hai and Fang Lu, the two uncles, also came into the house to see their two little nephews.

Fang Hai looked at the two children with loving eyes, and even held each of them in his arms for a while, a rare treat. Fang Lu, on the other hand, had a hint of impatience in his eyes, and kept glancing towards the door, showing no signs of being a proper uncle.

Fang Qiao didn't like him either, and waved him away.

Fang Hai watched Fang Lu's departing figure, then sighed while holding the child: "My little brother is still the same as before, carefree and irresponsible. I wonder when he'll grow up and stop causing the family so much worry."

grow up?

That's a long way off.

Don't even think about it before you're thirty, and after thirty... it's probably not going to work out either.

In his past life, he made a few dirty bucks in middle age, but his smug, punchable demeanor remained unchanged.

A man is a boy until he dies, and Fang Lu will always be someone to worry about until his death.

Jin Xin also came, but since he wasn't a relative, he didn't go inside. He just talked to Cheng Baidong outside for a while, and only glanced at the child when the banquet was about to start.

The morning was noisy, but by the afternoon, after lunch and the guests had all left, the lively courtyard gradually quieted down.

Xiao Jing and Cheng Baidong were cleaning the yard outside.

Fang Qiao and Wang Yun stayed in the room with the children. While chatting, Fang Qiao sat cross-legged on the bed and sorted out the red envelopes and gifts the two children had received, while Wang Yun sorted out the gifts. The two worked together.

The amounts in the red envelopes were not large; apart from a few cents or two cents, they were mostly five cents.

The variety of gifts increased, including not only common items like eggs, brown sugar, and pastries, but also toys such as rattles, handbells, slingshots, and toy guns.

There were quite a few gifts, and Wang Yun's legs went numb from squatting on the ground, so she simply moved a small stool over. While tidying up, she suddenly came across an exceptionally exquisite red velvet box. Upon opening it, she found a whole ginseng root inside.

Good heavens, who sent this?

Why would you give such a precious gift?

Wang Yun quickly presented the brocade box to Fang Qiao for her to see. Fang Qiao glanced at it and immediately recognized that this ginseng was not an ordinary wild ginseng; it actually contained a faint spiritual energy.

Although the spiritual energy was very, very little, Fang Qiao was certain that she had not misjudged it.

Fang Qiao quickly asked Wang Yun to call Cheng Baidong over and asked him, "Baidong, do you remember who sent this red brocade box?"