The two entered the room while chatting, and Luo Qiao looked at her nephew and niece wrapped in swaddling clothes, the two tiny ones were now sound asleep. Luo Qiao couldn't help but reach out and pinch their little hands.
After chatting with Sister Jialin for a few more sentences, noticing that she was tired, Luo Qiao said, "Sister Jialin, you should get some sleep, I'll be leaving now."
Song Shiya ladled out the remaining fish soup and pig trotter soup from the thermal jug, "Luckily it's not too hot today, you can heat it up in a bit for Sister Jialin to have another serving."
Luo Qiao looked at the soup that was served, "Auntie, have Zheng Zhiyuan and you warm it up and share it later when he's back; you all have been working hard these past few days, you need to replenish too."
She had just heard that her brother-in-law Zheng Zhiyuan had gone to the vegetable market; he must have gone to buy ingredients to help with lactation.
