"It's easy to carry, but it's also very physically demanding."

"What's your problem? Just feed them and play with them. They don't cry much. They are happy and can play with their toys for a long time without any other problems."

"Thinking back to when I was taking care of Cheng Zhou, because he was my first child, I had no experience and didn't understand why he was crying. Whenever he cried, I, as a mother, panicked more than he did. Thinking about it now, it's quite funny."

"You've made it through it all, and now you don't have any of your three kids to worry about."

"Our two are still young. It will take another 14 years for them to grow up to be as big as Chengzhou. If you think about it this way, it's still a long time."

"Soon, the child really grew up in the blink of an eye."

"It feels like Cheng Zhou was born not long ago, but he's almost as tall as his father now."

Song Fuyu looked at Ping'an and An'an who were eating, and imagined what they would look like when they grew up. He suddenly hoped that they would grow up slowly so that he could accompany them longer.

..........

The day before New Year's Eve, Yan Ziyuan and Chen Guoxing were brought back together.

"Wife, I'm sorry that I'm two days late and can't celebrate our wedding anniversary with you."

Yan Ziyuan put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear.

"As long as it's the right person, every day together is a anniversary."

She said something cheesy at the right time that she had rarely said before, and when Yan Ziyuan was so moved that he wanted to have a deeper communication as husband and wife, Song Fuyu raised her hand to block his lips that were about to fall, and skillfully withdrew from his arms.

"You go to the room and tidy up your things. I'll go downstairs to see what the children are doing. It's time to feed them."

"Wife, you can't escape."

"Then we have to escape first!"