Qing Xuanzi stood at the door, and when he saw them coming, he smiled and gestured for them to come in.
Fu Ya carried Rong Jiaojiao into the courtyard. Looking around, she found that although the place was not large, it was decorated very elegantly, giving a feeling of being far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Qing Xuanzi took Rong Jiaojiao from Fu Ya and said in a low voice, "Alright, leave the child here. You can go about your business. Xiao Fu can pick her up after get off work."
Having made her decision, Fu Ya stopped pretending to be reluctant and nodded, following Rong Lianhu, who was eager to return to his unit.
It was still early, so I took Rong Lianhu to the military base before heading to work.
When I got to the hospital, I realized I hadn't told Aunt Ma that she wouldn't need to take care of the child anymore. I thought I'd remember to tell her that evening, so I went off to get busy.
At No. 7 Sanlinong, Rong Jiaojiao woke up whimpering. Qing Xuanzi heard the noise and quickly went into the room. He saw that Rong Jiaojiao had already climbed up and was sitting on the small bed, her eyes wide open, looking around and observing the unfamiliar environment.
Seeing that the environment was unfamiliar and there were no familiar faces, he pouted and was about to howl at the top of his lungs.
Qing Xuanzi appeared at the right time, and Rong Jiaojiao stared at him with her round eyes, looking like she was about to cry.
When Rong Jiaojiao saw that it was Qing Xuanzi, she wasn't scared at all. Instead, she felt a sense of familiarity and gave him an innocent smile. She babbled and reached out to Qing Xuanzi for a hug.
Qing Xuanzi laughed heartily, picked her up, gently patted her back, and said, "Are you hungry? Master has prepared something delicious for you."
I carried Rong Jiaojiao outside, changed her diaper, washed her face, and made her formula. Rong Jiaojiao was very well-behaved the whole time, neither crying nor fussing.
When Rong Jiaojiao saw the baby bottle, her eyes lit up, and she picked it up and obediently started drinking.
Qing Xuanzi watched her drink milk, a doting smile on his face, and said softly, "What a good child."
If you ask why Qing Xuanzi, who is not married, is so good at taking care of children, it's all thanks to his domineering senior sister.
Although their Xuanqing Sect has a long history, in modern times, from the ancient immortal cultivation sect to the current Xuanmen, there are only a few people left in his generation.
He was someone his master had picked up, while his senior sister was his master's biological daughter. She wasn't very talented, but in order to pass on the mantle, she married and had children early on, and she actually had a whole bunch of kids.
The Xuanqing Sect has always adhered to the principle of doing things themselves. When the senior sister had too many children and couldn't find anyone to help, it was the junior brothers and sisters who helped take care of the children.
So, let alone holding a baby, Qing Xuanzi has even washed baby diapers.
He couldn't help but smile when he recalled how, as a beginner, he practiced day and night to draw purification talismans in order to avoid washing his diaper ring, forcing himself to become a talisman-drawing genius.
Looking at the little dumpling, I wonder if I should give her a push.
After finishing her milk, Rong Jiaojiao burped and then began to look around curiously.
Qing Xuanzi brought a blanket and spread it on the ground, then placed some brightly colored items on it, including small rag dolls, colorful beads, and some small toys he had carved from wood.
He placed Rong Jiaojiao at the other end of the blanket and said, "Alright, now let your master see your skills."
Rong Jiaojiao's eyes lit up immediately when she saw these novel things.
He crawled over and grabbed the little rag dolls, making cheerful babbling sounds.
Qing Xuanzi sat to the side, watching with a smile. Just as she was about to take it, he moved the doll further away.
Rong Jiaojiao turned around to get the wood carving again, but Qing Xuanzi took it away just as she was about to get it.
After several repetitions, Rong Jiaojiao got angry.
Qing Xuanzi also sensed the subtle changes in the air. He noticed that Rong Jiaojiao's divine sense was engulfing the things on the field, so he quickly suppressed it with his divine sense.
He thought to himself, "Just as I suspected, this little guy must be a reincarnation of an immortal. Otherwise, how could he know how to use his divine sense at such a young age?"
He suppressed Rong Jiaojiao with just a little bit of his divine sense, and a smile appeared on his face. But the next second he realized that Rong Jiaojiao's divine sense was pulling him stronger and stronger. He had no choice but to increase his strength as well. Just when he had used half of his divine sense, Rong Jiaojiao gave up.
Because she couldn't get it and couldn't make it disappear, the little girl got upset and immediately started wailing.
Qing Xuanzi immediately and hurriedly placed the doll in her hands. The little girl immediately stopped crying, her face was dry and clean, without a single tear, and she happily played with the doll's hand.
Qing Xuanzi was speechless, never expecting to be fooled by a six-month-old baby. He smiled helplessly.
He then found some eye-catching things to amuse her, and then used his divine sense to compete with her. Throughout the day, apart from the little girl's meal and sleep times, he would train her from time to time.
After a restless day, Fu Ya rushed to town after get off work in the evening. When she arrived at No. 7 Sanli Lane, she heard the little girl's cries.
Just as she was about to open the door, it opened automatically. Fu Ya stared blankly at Qing Xuanzi and her daughter sitting in the courtyard. There was no one else there. Who opened the door for her? She suddenly felt like her brain wasn't working properly.
Qing Xuanzi glanced at her and said, "Come in!"
Fu Ya then came to her senses and went inside. The door behind her closed automatically. She glanced back but didn't ask the question that had been bothering her.
The little girl was opening her mouth wide, babbling and waiting to be fed, but she seemed not to recognize her.
Qing Xuanzi gestured for Fu Ya to sit down, and he continued with what he hadn't finished.
With a spoonful of steamed egg custard in his hand, he fed Rong Jiaojiao spoonful by spoonful before saying, "Alright, take her back. Before she knows about her hidden abilities, let her have less contact with outsiders."
Fu Ya nodded: "Then I'll take her home now."
After saying that, she reached out her hand to Rong Jiaojiao: "Jiaojiao, come on, come home with Mommy."
Rong Jiaojiao seemed to only then remember that Fu Ya was her biological mother, and she rushed towards her impatiently.
Fu Ya hugged Rong Jiaojiao tightly, feeling her daughter's soft body against her chest, and the weight in her heart finally lifted.
She gently kissed Rong Jiaojiao's cheek and said, "You little ingrate, even Mommy isn't as important as steamed egg custard."
Rong Jiaojiao giggled, reached out to grab Fu Ya's hair, and babbled as if responding to her mother's affection.
Qing Xuanzi watched this scene with a doting smile on his face. Fu Ya asked, "Brother, Jiaojiao didn't cause any trouble today, did she?"
Fu Ya was still a little uncomfortable calling him "brother," since she had always treated him as her mentor.
Qing Xuanzi didn't take it to heart. Recalling her little temper when he was training her, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "She has quite a temper, but she's also very persistent."
Fu Ya didn't know what had happened, but judging from Qing Xuanzi's expression, nothing bad should have occurred.
It was getting late, so she picked up her daughter, said goodbye to Qing Xuanzi, and went home.
She first went to the Feng family and talked to Aunt Ma about Rong Jiaojiao.
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