Lu Heng was very unhappy. He asked, "Why can't I interfere when my son is making the bed?"
Seeing that his father was angry, he knew he was in the wrong so he kept silent.
After Qiao Qingqing woke up, she was feeding her baby in the room. When she heard the noise outside, she asked curiously, "Mom, what are they doing?"
Shi Meiyun was holding a child in her arms and coaxing him. When she heard this, she stepped outside the door and said loudly, "What are you two arguing about? You've woken up the child."
Lu Zhenfeng immediately complained to his wife, saying that his son had smashed the mattress he had worked so hard to nail.
After hearing the whole story, Shi Meiyun did not get involved in the dispute between the father and son. She turned around and smiled and told Qingqing the reason for the quarrel between the two.
Qiao Qingqing found it funny.
"No wonder Dad is angry. All the hard work of the whole afternoon has gone to waste. If it were me, I would be angry too."
Shi Meiyun said with a smile: "It's not that hard for them. When we women gave birth, we had to face the gates of hell. That's what we call hardship. The captain hasn't assigned us any work these days. We can ask them to make more things for the children. In addition to cribs, there are also walkers. We can prepare them early."
"The kids are just one month old, there's no rush for a walker, right?"
"I don't know what the future will be like. What if we get busy later, or if we can't come to your place because we are closely watched outside... At least, it's better to be prepared."
Qiao Qingqing nodded, "Yes, I'll need it sooner or later anyway."
"Yes." Shi Meiyun glanced casually at the bundle on the table, and then she remembered Qiao He's visit. "By the way, Qingqing, when you were sleeping, the second son of the Qiao family came and said that your biological mother had something for him to bring. Ah Heng asked him if he wanted to come in to see you, but he said he was afraid you would be unhappy, so he didn't come in."
Qiao Qingqing followed her line of sight and said, "Okay, let me see what it is later."
But later, the children were hungry and had stomachaches one after another, leaving Qiao Qingqing with no time to take care of him.
That night, the couple washed up and went to bed. The crib that they had remade today was placed next to the bed.
The three children had just eaten and were not sleepy yet. They lay in the cribs with their eyes open and humming.
After taking a shower, Lu Heng immediately sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the triplets intently.
Only then did Qiao Qingqing have time to look at the things in the bundle.
Under the dim kerosene lamp, the bundle was opened, revealing three small sweaters.
Since it is knitted for a baby, the sweater is a cardigan style with a row of small buttons on the chest.
The pattern on the sweater looks nice, and the wool isn't pilling. It's obvious that Comrade Liu Mei put a lot of effort into it.
Qiao Qingqing smiled and held up the sweater to show Lu Heng.
"I never imagined that one day, I, Qiao Qingqing, would be able to watch my mother knit a sweater."
When she said this, although she had a smile on her face and her tone was very calm, Lu Heng somehow tasted a sense of sadness.
Lu Heng didn't know how to respond, so he could only praise: "The weaving is very beautiful."
Qiao Qingqing picked up the sweater and compared it to the children, still talking to herself: "Lanlan must have worn a lot of beautiful sweaters like this when she was a child. I was unlucky. I have never worn a sweater since I was a child, let alone a new sweater knitted by my mother. Now let me, the children, enjoy it for me."
Lu Heng listened silently.
He knew that Qingqing didn't need him to say anything at this time.
She couldn't get anything before, but now she may not be interested in it anymore, but she just couldn't help but express her feelings...
But Lu Heng would still think in his heart, whatever Qingqing didn't have before, I will make up for it for you.
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