"Sister Song, you are too modest. You can tell at a glance that this child is blessed." Zhao Yun praised him without hesitation as if he were free.
"It's best to be blessed. Don't we adults all hope that our children are well? Health and happiness are the most important. Of course, being blessed is better." Mother Song felt relieved when she heard this.
After talking for a while, Zhao Yun was about to go back. Before leaving, he stuffed a red envelope into Panpan's pocket. Song Zhi saw it and quickly refused: "I am very happy that Auntie came to see the child, but you can't spend any more money."
"This is for the child, not for you. Don't worry about it. In our hometown, giving a red envelope to a newborn baby is... a good thing for the child." In fact, Zhao Yun wanted to say that it could drive away evil spirits and maintain health, but when he was about to blurt it out, he remembered that these words must not be said at this time. If someone with ulterior motives heard it, it would be fatal.
"Then I'd like to thank Auntie on behalf of Panpan." Seeing that the other party was well-intentioned, Song Zhi smiled and continued to express his gratitude.
After Zhao Yun and the others left, Song's mother went to the kitchen to cook.
After dinner, Song's mother reminded her again: "I'm going back to my room to sleep. Remember to pump your milk."
Song Zhi blushed like an apple and nodded hurriedly.
When Gu Huaijin came in after taking a shower, Song Zhi kept looking at him, with an expression on his face as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Gu Huaijin sat next to her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Under his gaze, Song Zhi lowered her head lower and lower, so low that Gu Huaijin could see the whorl on her head.
Song Zhi's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. She whispered, "Mom said... to let you... release the milk."
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