Seeing that everyone else in the ward was looking at Zhou Weiguang with strange eyes, Zhao Chunmiao hurried over and slapped his son on the back.

"Why are you crying? If someone doesn't know, they would think something happened to your wife!"

Zhou Weiguang rubbed his eye sockets, sniffed, and controlled his emotions.

"Mom, Xiao Shu looks so weak, is there any way to quickly heal her?"

Zhao Chunmiao glanced at the sleeping Qin Hanshu and said, "Xiaoshu looks fine. I tell you, she gave birth very quickly today and didn't suffer much. She must be nourished, but the doctor said it's best for her to eat light food for the next two days. I'll stew chicken for her in two days!"

When Zhao Chunmiao was in her hometown, pregnant women were given good food after giving birth, and there was no emphasis on whether the food was light or not.

But since the doctors in big city hospitals have said so, it is better to listen to them.

Zhou Weiguang thought for a moment and said, "I'll ask someone to buy some good food, and then you can cook it for Xiaoshu."

Zhao Chunmiao suddenly felt a little sad. When had her son been so polite to her? Did he bother her?

As a mother, how can she say it's troublesome to do such a small thing?

After not being around for a long time, our relationship has become distant.

Zhao Chunmiao suppressed the bitterness in her heart and let Zhou Weiguang look after the child.

The child lying next to Qin Hanshu was also asleep. Zhou Weiguang had already caught a glimpse of it, but only now did he take a closer look at him.

The tiny baby looked like he had just been taken out of the water, all wrinkled.

However, although it is wrinkled, you can still see that the mouth looks very similar to Qin Hanshu.

Even when she purses her lips, the angle of the corners of her mouth is exactly the same.

Zhou Weiguang suddenly laughed, and his heart felt warm.

"Wei Guang, have you named the child?" Zhao Chunmiao asked.

Zhou Weiguang has already discussed this matter with Qin Hanshu.

"Xiao Shu said that we should take the name of my second brother's son Ce Ce and also give him a character with the bamboo radical. The boy will be named Zhou Chi and the girl will be named Zhou Sheng."

Zhao Chunmiao said: "Pond? Pond? This name sounds... too casual, and it doesn't start with the Chinese character for bamboo."

Zhou Weiguang found a pen and a notebook, and wrote down the words chi and sheng for Zhao Chunmiao to see. "It's not the pond. These two words are both musical instruments."

Zhao Chunmiao is not illiterate, but he only knows a few common words.

When she saw the words Zhou Weiguang wrote on the paper, she had a hard time recognizing them, but she read them carefully several times until she memorized how they were written.

This is her grandson's name, she must remember it.

I'll have to tell the old man when I get back.

The name Zhou Ce in Zhou Weili's family was given by Zhou Chang'an.

That's why Qin Hanshu suggested to name him after the bamboo radical of the word "策". Zhou Changan would also be happy when he knew it.

Qin Hanshu slept until dawn the next day.

Zhou Weiguang lay beside her bed all night, and he woke up as soon as Qin Hanshu moved.

Qin Hanshu felt that in just one night, most of his energy seemed to have recovered.

She sat up and saw that her son had woken up at some point. He was not crying or making a fuss, but was just raising his feet and sucking them happily.

Qin Hanshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly picked up the child to feed him.

Having fed him yesterday, Qin Hanshu's movements seemed more skilled.

Zhou Weiguang frowned as he watched his son sucking so fiercely.

"This kid doesn't know how to be gentle," he looked at Qin Hanshu and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Normally, Qin Hanshu would cry out in pain if he used a little force.

Qin Hanshu had no idea what Zhou Weiguang was really thinking and just thought he was asking casually.

She replied, "It was a little painful when I first started feeding her yesterday, but it's fine now."

Qin Hanshu looked around the ward. Besides her, there were several other women who had just given birth, and they were all asleep.

So she signaled Zhou Weiguang to stop talking.

Around ten o'clock in the morning, Qin Hanshu completed the discharge procedures.

As soon as she returned home, people kept coming to visit her and her children, all of whom lived in the same building.

Cao Jing looked even more excited than Qin Hanshu, the mother, and she couldn't let go of the cradle Zhou Chi.

"He's so small, his nose, eyes and mouth are so small! And I can see that his facial features are very similar to yours. He will definitely grow up to be a handsome young man in the future."

Qin Hanshu smiled and said, "You can hug him."

Cao Jing was eager to try, but after reaching out her hand a few times, she retracted it.

"Forget it, forget it. I don't dare to hug him. I'm afraid of hurting him."

Qin Hanshu didn't force it, "Then you can hold her when she's older."

Cao Jing teased Zhou Chi with a smile, "Little Ah Chi, wait until you grow stronger before your aunt hugs you."

Zhou Chi hadn't even opened his eyes yet, but he already knew how to respond to Cao Jing's words, making a few "hmm" and "ah" sounds.

Cao Jing looked at it happily for a long time before turning around and talking to Qin Hanshu.

"I only found out you had given birth when I got home yesterday, otherwise I would have gone to the hospital to see you during the day."

Qin Hanshu smiled and said, "My labor was fast. From labor to birth, it took only five or six hours in total."

Cao Jing said: "That was fast enough. When my sister gave birth to her first child, she spent more than five hours in the operating room."

Cao Jing asked Qin Hanshu many more questions about the details of having a child.

It can be seen that she likes children very much.

However, there are still many years before Cao Jing and Qin Feiyang's child is born, and it is probably the time agreed upon by the two.

After all, if Cao Jing gave birth to a child now, she wouldn't be able to dance.