Chen Ke, presuming on his own feelings, thought the child was reluctant to let him go, so he said, "Alright, alright, I'll stay with you for two more minutes."
He was in the car, which was on this side of the road, and the tunnel was on the other side.
He glanced back casually, then, as if struck by a thought, said, "I've looked at the map. Those two tunnels are good places to hide people. Tonight, I'll personally lead some people up into the tunnels to take a look."
Inspired by Chen Ke, Chen Rou blurted out, "Air raid shelter!"
Chen Ke suddenly realized: "The tunnel is noisy and not suitable for long-term hiding, but the air-raid shelter is not only quiet, but also has a very well hidden entrance due to its special function. A good air-raid shelter is the best hiding place."
He added, "I'll go back immediately to get the map, take inventory of the air-raid shelters on the island, and check them one by one."
Although it was just a flash of inspiration, Chen Rou was almost certain.
During the war in the 1940s, many air-raid shelters were built on the island, probably dozens of them.
The city center has naturally been developed, with casinos, nightclubs, restaurants, and residential areas opened.
However, the villages and islands are not only hidden in places that are difficult for outsiders to find, but also because the entrances are mostly in mountain valleys or flat corners by the sea, which are rarely visited by people, making them good places for people to hide.
Not bad, bringing her child along today, she at least made another breakthrough in the case.
Gradually, Chen Rou became less resistant to the unexpected arrival of the little baby.
After parking the car, she picked up the little guy and got out. She pinched his little nose and said, "Not bad, you didn't cry or fuss when we went out. You're such a good baby. If you keep being good, Mommy will take you out again."
How could Xiao Ayuan refuse? He clapped his hands happily.
Moreover, after returning home, Chen Rou discovered that taking Xiao A Yuan out more often actually had some benefits.
For example, after he first learned to walk on his bottom, he refused to crawl anymore. Every day, his little bottom would be rubbing so hard it would be smoking, but he still insisted on running around and wouldn't let the servants carry him. Chen Rou was a little worried that if he continued like this, he would end up like Chen Ge Tu Xingsong, Wu Dalang, or someone with bowlegs, just like Nie Zhao, lying on the ground with his bottom sticking out, wanting to be carried so that the little guy could learn to crawl, but he just wouldn't.
But when she got home today, she had just put the little stubborn boy on the second-floor floor and was about to change his shoes when, in that split second, the little guy rolled over and crawled forward.
Crawling is, of course, much faster and easier than walking on your buttocks.
Finally unlocking a new position, A-Yuan was overjoyed and led the way, dashing into his mother's bedroom. The nanny and wet nurse followed after him. Chang Ma took the clothes, but asked with a smile, "Madam, did you take young master A-Yuan to his early education class? It's so helpful! He can crawl now when he gets back."
Chen Rou also found it strange. She changed into slippers, went into the bedroom, sat on the floor, and clapped her hands: "A Yuan, come here."
Ah Yuan doesn't want to be held and is trying to avoid being harassed by both the nanny and the wet nurse.
But of course he loves his mother. He turns his head, shakes his little head, and wiggles his bottom, and in no time he's in front of his mother.
Chen Rou took the child out, but they really didn't attend any early education classes. How did the child suddenly learn to crawl?
She thought about it for a long time, and then suddenly it dawned on her.
It must have been when she was arguing with Mr. Huo that there were many fun things on the tea table that Ah Yuan wanted, but she didn't want him to make a mess of the tea table, so she started to pull them back.
She hugs him, the little guy crawls, she hugs him again, the little guy crawls again, and he unlocks new positions.
Thinking about it this way, Chen Rou couldn't help but feel a little smug, as if her early childhood education was actually better than Nie Zhao's.
As night fell, Chen Rou became increasingly convinced that she had made the right decision.
As a baby, there's an inevitable problem: if you don't eat well, you'll get diarrhea, but if you eat too well, you'll inevitably get constipated. And little A Yuan has been constipated these past few days.
His mother didn't care, but his father was worried. His son hadn't pooped for three days, and he was thinking about one thing at work: the little guy must be holding it in a lot, his tummy must hurt, and he must be so uncomfortable not being able to poop.
His anxiety was something Chen Rou didn't understand, because she believed that children should be raised a little rougher. It's okay if they don't poop for a day, but if they don't poop for three days, they'll definitely poop on the fourth day. If they still don't poop, then you can ask a female traditional Chinese medicine doctor for medicine, or go to the hospital.
However, when she returned from the shooting range that evening, Nie Zhao happily said, "A Yuan has an 'uh-huh'."
He added, "The traditional Chinese medicine doctor said he had a bit of internal heat and was considering prescribing medicine for him, at which point he grunted in agreement."
The female TCM doctor was on vacation at home, but he called her back.
She was there too, and said with a smile, "Sir, the young master just has a little bit of a fever, and he can start eating solid foods now. Giving him a little juice will solve the problem. You are too nervous and anxious."
If Nie Zhao were in the internet age, he would be the kind of parent who posts pictures of his child online and asks others, "Can my baby be a child model?" He said, "It's already very serious. If you don't believe me, Arou, go and see for yourself."
Chen Rou didn't want to look; she wasn't crazy. But she was a mother after all. She pulled the female TCM doctor into the bedroom and told her about her day, how she got water at a teahouse to make milk for her baby, and how she met a pneumonia patient. Then she asked, "Will he have diarrhea? Will he catch a cold?"
The female TCM doctor naturally replied, "That's possible."
Seeing Chen Rou frown, she said, "Madam, children will have to go through storms sooner or later. No child grows up without catching a cold or getting a runny nose. Just be careful and take precautions. But your husband is being too cautious."
Nie Zhao has turned our home into a sterile environment. When the child goes out, he gets upset if he drinks water that ordinary people drink. Of course, it would be best if Xiao Ayuan could live in such an environment forever, but what if we change the environment?
Thinking about it this way, Chen Rou felt that it was still necessary to train her child's adaptability.
Yes, she took the little one out twice, and Boss Nie was pleasantly surprised these past two days. Especially today, her son learned to crawl on his own, his appetite was amazing, and he slept through the entire night again.
At this rate, his nighttime awakenings will soon be over.
Boss Nie finally had time to show off his prowess in bed, thinking to himself, "My son is really something!"
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