Su Wantang woke up to the aroma of rich chicken soup.
On the third day after returning home from the hospital, she spent almost all her time in bed except for breastfeeding. She was so pampered and lazy, like a delicate flower being carefully tended.
The room was warm and cozy, with a stove burning in it. Two small cribs were placed side by side next to the bed. They were made of wood that Lu Linchuan had somehow gotten his hands on, hand-polished, and coated with a layer of odorless varnish, making them smooth and sturdy.
The two little ones were sleeping peacefully, one dressed in a pink little monk's robe, the other in blue. Their breathing was soft, even, and long, and occasionally they would smack their little lips, a sight that could melt anyone's heart.
"Awake?" Wen Yuzhen walked in quietly, carrying a large bowl, her face beaming with a smile. "Quickly, drink this bowl of chicken soup while it's hot. I added millet and red dates, which are excellent for nourishing your blood and qi."
The bowl was placed on the bedside table, with a thick layer of rice oil floating on top of the golden chicken soup, and its aroma wafted powerfully into my nose.
"Mom, you've been stewing like this every day, you've practically plucked all the old hens out of the house," Su Wantang joked, sitting up against the pillows.
"What's the big deal! As long as my heroine can recover, it's worth catching all the chickens on the mountain and stewing them!" Wen Yuzhen said, while deftly stuffing another pillow behind her back to make her more comfortable. "You can't be careless during your postpartum period. You have to recover your health, otherwise you'll have health problems for the rest of your life."
Su Wantang felt warm inside and obediently picked up the bowl, drinking it spoonful by spoonful.
My mother-in-law's love is so genuine. Just like this bowl of chicken soup, it's pure and simple, full of real essence. Drinking it warms you from your stomach all the way to your heart.
Just then, the door was gently pushed open.
Lu Linchuan's tall figure appeared at the door. He was wearing a military uniform, and his shoulders still carried the chill of the outside air, but as soon as he entered the room, his aura softened instantly. He first looked at Su Wantang on the bed, and seeing that she had a rosy complexion, he turned his gaze to the two small beds, his eyes seemingly drawn to them by a magnet, unable to look away.
He tiptoed to the bedside, bent down, and stared at it intently.
Battalion Commander Lu, who could berate his greenhorns on the training field and silence the entire battalion with a single glance, now wore an expression Su Wantang had never seen before—a softness mixed with novelty, awe, and naivety.
"Wow--"
As if sensing its father's gaze, the little one in the blue clothes suddenly pouted and let out its first, earth-shattering cry.
The crying was thin and bright, like a little kitten desperately straining its throat.
Lu Linchuan froze completely.
His tall frame stiffened instantly, his hands instinctively rose, but he didn't know where to put them, his face showing unprecedented panic.
"What's wrong with him?" He turned to ask Su Wantang, his voice carrying a hint of fear he himself didn't realize. "Is he hungry? Or is he feeling unwell?"
Su Wantang almost burst out laughing when she saw him like this.
"He must have peed." Wen Yuzhen walked over with a smile, skillfully picked up the child, and touched him. Sure enough, the diaper under his bottom was wet.
“I’ll do it!” Lu Linchuan immediately volunteered.
He took the soft, boneless little thing from Wen Yuzhen's hands, his movements stiff as if he were holding a bomb that could explode at any moment.
Wen Yuzhen suppressed a laugh and handed over a clean cloth diaper and a basin of warm water.
What happened next completely opened Su Wantang's eyes.
Lu Linchuan carefully placed his son on the bed and unwrapped his diaper. His usually steady and powerful hands, capable of precisely disassembling and assembling guns, trembled like leaves as he looked at the small, bare bottom.
He wrung out a warm towel to wipe his son's bottom, but he didn't control his strength well and squeezed out too much water, which splashed directly onto the little guy's leg.
"Wah—" The crying grew louder.
"Don't cry, don't cry! Daddy didn't mean it!" Lu Linchuan was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, and he hurriedly wiped it away.
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