When Cheng Baidong got home, he didn't even bother to take a shower or change his clothes before hugging his two sons one by one.

He weighed it: "Good lad, it's heavy."

“Babies who are one or two months old are growing rapidly. You’ve been gone for almost a month, so they’ve definitely gotten heavier.” Fang Qiao gave Cheng Baidong a reproachful look and nudged his shoulder. “Alright, go take a shower. Your clothes are filthy and smelly. Don’t get the baby covered in them while you’re holding him.”

Cheng Baidong brought two sets of inner clothes to change into, but he couldn't wear his outer cotton-padded jacket and military overcoat.

The cotton-padded jacket and military overcoat were filled with cotton, and washing them was extremely difficult. However, there were no such conditions in the wild, so he didn't care. He wore the same cotton-padded jacket and military overcoat from head to toe.

The cotton-padded jacket was cleaner, since it was worn under the military overcoat.

The military overcoat was filthy; after earthquakes and avalanches, it was covered in mud from crawling and rolling around.

Cheng Baidong himself felt that he looked a bit dirty, so he put down the child and quickly went to take a shower.

Fang Qiao took this opportunity to go into the kitchen to check on the progress of the lunch preparations.

The braised fish is ready and laid out on the cutting board, the braised pork is still stewing in the pot, the fried river shrimp have just come out of the pot, and Xiaojing is cutting egg strips to make sour soup with the meatballs she poached the day before.

"Xiaojing, don't cut the egg strips too thin. Wide strips will look better floating on the soup."

Fang Qiao was talking to Xiao Jing when suddenly an unidentified object flew out from behind him and pounced straight at the fried river shrimp on the table.

Fang Qiao was startled and instinctively reached out to block it: "What is that?"