Song Yuanyuan also returned to the family compound, and Liu Qingyu came to take care of Song Zhiya for a few days.

Another half a month passed, and Song Zhiya's confinement was completely over. On the day she was discharged, she took a nice bath and put on comfortable clothes.

"After being cooped up at home for so long, I can finally take a shower. I feel refreshed all over!"

Song Zhiya chuckled, and Lu Fanghua quickly helped her dry her hair. "No matter what, you have to be more careful. It's spring now, and we're about to enter the peak season. I can't take care of you anymore."

"Mom, just go back and get busy. Leave the rest to me."

Having given birth to her baby and completed her confinement period, Song Zhiya plans to officially make her mark and develop her business.

Now that I have a son and a daughter, I no longer worry about these things. The most important thing is to become a rich woman who can make money.

After the confinement period, Lu Fanghua went back to work, and Song Zhiya stayed at home for another week, tinkering with some things to treat minor postpartum ailments and researching some new skin care products.

Skin care products have many benefits.

Some are for removing acne, some are for removing spots, some are for moisturizing, and some are for whitening.

Different targeted groups of people will have different effects.

Song Zhiya has made a new batch of facial creams suitable for spring. Although she had studied them before, they were too thick and not very suitable for spring.

In spring, it is still better to use the kind that is easier to spread, which is also good for the skin.

The product Song Zhiya researched this time had a faint smell of Chinese herbal medicine, and later she blended it and added a little bit of fragrance to it.

It smells like a mixture of two scents, not pungent.

After a long time, I still think it smells good.

After finishing her research and the weather gradually improved, Song Zhiya took her children to play in the compound.

As soon as they arrived at the compound, Tuanzi ran to play with his friends, and Song Zhiya walked into the crowd holding Nuomi.

"Xiaoya has done very well during this confinement period!"

"My skin was so good before, and I thought it would get a little blemish after giving birth, but I didn't expect it to be even better!"

"She looks younger, and there is no change from before she had children."

"It must be that she took better care of herself during the confinement period!"

"I haven't gained weight. I've actually returned to my original weight. This is too good to be true!"

“I’m so envious!”

Song Zhiya had just arrived here when everyone started praising her, and she felt a little embarrassed.

It just so happened that Song Yuanyuan also went out with her children and wanted to buy some vegetables.

After living here for a long time, Song Yuanyuan slowly learned how to cook.

Especially now that I have a child, I can make something delicious for myself and supplement my nutrition.

I hadn't gone to buy groceries yet. When I walked here with my child, I heard Song Zhiya standing in the crowd with her child in her arms.

Everyone is praising her.

Looking from a distance, Song Zhiya's skin was really white, and there was a smile on her lips when she spoke. She looked in good condition.

When Song Yuanyuan saw her like this, she felt jealous.

God is so good to Song Zhiya.

Why can't you take care of them?

Before Song Yuanyuan could think of other unfair things, someone started praising the little Nuomi in Song Zhiya's arms.

"Little Nuomi is getting cuter and cuter. She's even whiter than when I first saw her. Look, she's even smiling!"

"It's so cute. If all the girl dolls were like this, who wouldn't like it?"

"Always so cute."

Hearing everyone praising Song Yuanyuan, she felt even more uncomfortable. She had seen her once before, and even she couldn't help but touch Song Zhiya's little daughter.

She looked down at her son in her arms. She thought her son was cuter and cuter the more she looked at him, but why did she feel that he was not as cute as Song Zhiya's daughter now?

If I had a daughter, she would probably be as cute as her.

Definitely!

Sometimes sons just don’t look that cute, but it’s different with girls.

How nice it would be if I also had a beautiful and lovely child like Song Zhiya?

The more Song Yuanyuan thought about it, the more depressed she became. She simply stopped looking. She quickly left the place with her child in her arms and went straight to the vegetable market.

Everyone is still asking Song Zhiya if she has any secret to giving birth to such a fair child?

"No, I just eat and drink every day." Song Zhiya would never say that it was because she drank spiritual spring water all day long.

Everyone sighed when they heard this.

"How can we be so lucky? They are both good-looking, so the child is cute. Xiaoya is fair-skinned, so it's normal for the child to be fair-skinned!"

Everyone seemed to agree after hearing this and could only watch with envy.

Wang Aihua's belly had grown bigger. She stood outside the crowd and looked at the lovely girl in Song Zhiya's arms, feeling nothing in her heart.

Although Xiao Nuomi is indeed fair and clean, she doesn't like daughters at all. She still prefers sons.

After all, she already has three daughters, and they weren't so cute when they were born as children.

She had previously gone to Song Zhiya to ask for a secret recipe for having a son, but she refused to give it to her.

Later, she went out for a few days and found her mother-in-law, who gave her a secret recipe for giving birth to a son, which she had been taking for a long time.

The one in her belly now must be her eldest son.

Little Shitou was indeed not taught well. This child must be taught well and must be made to understand more things. We must not make his parents angry.

Wang Aihua touched her belly, thoughtfully. Song Zhiya chatted with everyone for a while and introduced her newly developed skin care products.

"Xiaoya has new research?"

"Then shall we go to your house tomorrow to take a look?"

"Can you prescribe some medicine? I've been feeling a bit rheumatic lately. Can you prescribe some medicated food or give me a couple of injections?"

During the period when Song Zhiya was in confinement, many people visited him. Yang Yinyin also went there several times. They also rescheduled the time for Yang Guoqing to continue his treatment.

Just one week later.

Even though Yang Guoqing's leg has not completely healed yet, he still goes out for a walk every day.

He's used to people looking at his legs.

Now I am receiving treatment every day. If I can be cured in the end, that would be the best. If not, Yang Guoqing doesn’t think it’s a big deal.

"You guys can go in a couple of days. If you need anything or need treatment, you can come to me. I want to work hard!"

Song Zhiya pretended to make a cheering gesture and made everyone laugh.

After staying here for a while and seeing that Tuanzi had almost finished playing, Song Zhiya took her home to cook.

Little Nuomi lies in the cradle, smiling occasionally.