"Thank you for your hard work, Yan Zi." The man didn't even have time to trim the stubble on his face. He just got home, put down his things, and rushed to the hospital.

During this long trip, he was always thinking about the day his wife was due to give birth, but something happened on the way and he didn't come back in time. On the way back, he was worried that something might happen to his wife. Now seeing the mother and child lying safely in the hospital, tears couldn't stop flowing from his eyes.

"Stop crying, we are an old married couple, you are making a fool of yourself." She signaled to her husband with her eyes that there was someone else in the ward!

Chen Yan's husband smiled awkwardly at Gu Huaijin and the others, then prepared to pack up and leave the hospital.

Not long after they left, Chen Yan's husband came up with a bag of apples. There were probably four or five apples in it, but each one was big and red.

"I heard Yan Zi say that she's been in the hospital these past few days thanks to you taking care of her. Thank you so much. Here are some apples I bought on this business trip. Bring a few over for you to try."

"They are too polite." Song's mother said after the man left.

Song Zhi smiled but said nothing. They were going to leave the hospital tomorrow, so they packed up their things today and left the things they needed outside.

After returning home, Song's mother first made a bowl of brown sugar eggs and sent it to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi looked at the brown sugar eggs in front of her with an expression of disgust. She had been eating brown sugar eggs every day these days. She didn't like this thing in the first place, and now she felt a little nauseous just seeing it, and there was no taste in her mouth.

"Mom, I want to eat something tasty." Song Zhi muttered to his mother in front of him.

"Oh, my ancestors! You should feed the baby light food. Have you forgotten that you haven't been able to produce milk these days? It's not good for the baby to drink milk powder all day long. Let your son-in-law think of a solution tonight." Mother Song's old face flushed with shame when she said this.

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, not understanding what his mother meant. When he realized that he had milk duct obstruction, his face flushed with shame, and he didn't want to talk to her.

"mom."

"It's no use acting like a spoiled child. Remember, you can't let my grandson drink milk powder all the time." Mother Song looked at Panpan lying on the bed. She didn't know when he woke up. He didn't move or speak, but his eyes were rolling around. If you didn't know better, you would think he could see things.

Even though he has only been born for a few days, little Panpan has changed a lot. Unlike when he was just born and was wrinkled all the time, he doesn't look that wrinkled anymore.

"Oh, my grandson has woken up. Let grandma hold him." Mother Song's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. You can imagine how happy she was.

Song Zhi couldn't laugh at the friendly scene in front of him. Ever since Panpan was born, her mother didn't put her first, calling her a good grandson every day. If she wasn't busy sometimes, she would really want to hold her in her arms every day. Song Zhi was even a little jealous.

Song Zhi closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw Panpan smiling at her. Her heart softened and she said to Song's mother: "Mom, give me a hug."

Mother Song glanced at her sideways and said unhappily, "Finish the eggs."

Under the oppressive gaze of his mother, Song Zhi picked up the spoon with grievance and ate the eggs in the bowl while suppressing his nausea.

Song's mother's eyes were filled with reluctance as she handed the child to her arms.

Song Zhi looked at this little guy. He thought he was ugly when he was just born, but now he likes him more and more.

"Mom, who do you think he looks like?" Song Zhi asked curiously, counting his little fingers. The child was so young, she really couldn't tell how he looked like her.

"She looks more like Xiaojin, and her eyes are like when you were a child." Mother Song looked at Panpan's appearance carefully, looking at Panpan's clear and bright eyes, and said seriously.

"Really? He is too young." Song Zhi has not yet realized that she is a mother now. She is more surprised when looking at Panpan in front of her.

As soon as Panpan was in her mother's arms, she became very obedient and smiled at her.

"This child looks just like me. When Gu Huaijin was little, he always had a stern face, but Panpan likes to smile and is very likable."

Song's mother listened to her flattering herself and smiled without saying anything.

Gu Huaijin was busy outside. He had taken days off from work. They were all in the hospital and there was no one at home. Now he refilled the water tank with water, took some firewood from the firewood pile in the yard, chopped the wood blocks and put them in the kitchen for cooking.

After everything was tidied up, she walked into the house, skillfully prepared milk powder for the child, tested the temperature, and took it to the bedroom when it was normal.

As soon as Gu Huaijin held Panpan in his arms, Panpan seemed to smell something wrong and immediately pouted. Gu Huaijin directly stuffed the bottle nozzle into his mouth to stop him crying.

Song Zhi was speechless when he saw this scene. Fortunately, Song's mother went out to cook, otherwise he would definitely be scolded if he saw Gu Huaijin bullying her grandson like this.

In the afternoon, neighbors came over one after another. Some brought eggs, and some brought vegetables grown in their own homes. Anyway, no one came empty-handed. After all, having a baby is a happy event, and everyone in the compound will come to take a look, no matter what their relationship is.

People came in an endless stream throughout the entire afternoon, and by the evening Song Zhi felt that his face was almost stiff from smiling.

Zhao Yun and Qin Xue came over after dinner. Both of them had happy expressions on their faces. When they saw Panpan, they kept praising her for being so cute.

"This child is so obedient. He lies here with his eyes open, not crying or making a fuss. He knows how to care for others." Zhao Yun praised.

Song's mother's personality is such that she knows others are praising her child. Although she is very happy in her heart, she still says modestly: "No, he is just being obedient and sensible for a while."

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