By lunchtime, Cheng Yue led her four children to the main courtyard for a meal. Lifting the thick door curtain, a wave of warm air rushed towards them. Qian Sangui had been unwell, and with two basins of charcoal burning inside a tightly sealed room, it was very cozy.
As soon as they entered the room, they removed their outer cloaks and placed Ming Wa and Jingjing into a fenced-in crib. The little ones could play inside, which was much better than being held.
Ever since the toddlers could crawl and stand, they had made two of these cribs, one in the Wangjiang Building and the other here, so the adults could let them play when they were busy.
Though they were still breastfeeding, they had already started on solid foods, having been fed egg custard and vegetable porridge at the Wangjiang Building.
