Chu Molin was preparing dinner when he heard noise in the room. He guessed his wife must be awake. He washed his hands and went inside, indeed seeing his wife breastfeeding their eldest son.
"Awake, are you feeling better?" Chu Molin sat on the bed and stared at his wife and son.
"What are you staring at? Do I have flowers on my face?" Qin Xue looked at him, puzzled, as he stared at her face without speaking.
"You look even better than flowers. Get up and eat. I cooked brown rice." Chu Molin had made noodles at noon, so he cooked rice in the afternoon.
"You're such a smooth talker." But Qin Xue's smile was sweet. What could be more pleasing than being praised as pretty by the one you love?
"Only to you. Should I pick up the kids or let them lie here?" asked Chu Molin.
"Let them lie here; it's inconvenient to hold them." Qin Xue thought, since both children were not crying, it was better to let them lie there.
"Where's Xue Ling? What is she doing?" asked Qin Xue.
