Chapter 1010: Chapter 1014: Want to Drink Milk Too
Taking advantage of Bai Yan’s absence to cuddle the baby, Tan Zhenghong sighed, "Now there’s no world for just the two of us."
"We’re not even close yet. People say, ’Raise a child for a hundred years, worry for ninety-nine.’"
Qiao Duo’er said with a laugh. She hadn’t believed it before, but since she had her own child, she had discovered that she was worried the moment the child wasn’t by her side.
She knew it was anxiety, but she couldn’t change it, no matter how hard she tried.
It wasn’t long before the two little ones were brought over.
Once held by their own parents, the two little things quietened down and opened their dark, round eyes to look around.
"What’s wrong with them?"
Tan Zhenghong asked with a dark face. Couldn’t they let their parents get close to them?
He had just been thinking about finding an opportunity to kiss Duo’er.
Qiao Duo’er pondered for a moment before speaking, "Maybe they don’t like unfamiliar environments."
Before she could finish, Tangyuan’s hand reached eagerly towards a certain place.
To her now, having milk was the top priority in life.
Qiao Duo’er unbuttoned her clothes to feed, and seeing this, Green Group also twisted his little body towards Duo’er.
"So young, and already knows how to guard his food?"
Tan Zhenghong poked Green Group’s forehead. After spending a few days together, he found that the two little ones at home had good temperaments, but did not want to share anything related to their mother and food.
Qiao Duo’er unbuttoned her other side and shifted Tangyuan to a different position so that Green Group could also feed.
After they finished, Tan Zhenghong swallowed hard.
"Wife, I’m hungry too."
Seeing the two little things eating happily, he also had the idea to try it, sure that it must taste good.
Qiao Duo’er cleared her throat, "You want to eat too?"
Tan Zhenghong nodded. He had grown up on rice soup and rice paste and had never known the taste of breast milk.
Qiao Duo’er rolled her eyes, "We’ll talk about it later. Right now, there’s just enough milk for them, and most importantly, I’m hungry too."
Tan Zhenghong reluctantly glanced at the swollen area, then went out to prepare something for Duo’er to eat.
It’s said that if you go hungry in your postpartum confinement, you could end up with stomach problems later.
Qiao Duo’er finally breathed a sigh of relief. Every time she breastfed, Tan Zhenghong would eye her hungrily, and she feared he would suddenly lose control and pounce on her.
She guessed that he was counting the days just like her, every day.
She couldn’t wait to finish her confinement so she wouldn’t have to be cooped up in a small room all day, while Tan Zhenghong was looking forward to becoming intimate again once the confinement was over.
Being a father was not easy, either.
"Fourth Master, what’s wrong with you?" Almond asked Tan Zhenghong with a puzzled face.
What did this bent-over posture mean?
"My stomach hurts. Go get something for Duo’er to eat."
Having said that, Tan Zhenghong quickly slipped away. He needed to cool down, or he might embarrass himself.
Almond scratched her head in confusion. Normally, wasn’t the Fourth Master the one who would go to the kitchen himself?
Not coming up with an answer, Almond went straight into the kitchen. Her mind was simple and couldn’t hold that many thoughts.
After another ten days or so, a special guest arrived.
It was Tan Zhenghong’s cousin, Wang Yun.
In the past, Wang Yun was afraid her poor relatives would embarrass her, so ever since she married into the Niu Family, she had cut off contact with her family.
Now the Tan Family’s circumstances had greatly improved, and they had been granted an official title. Knowing that Tan Zhenghong had been blessed with a precious son, Wang Yun decided to take this opportunity to reconnect with her family.
Niu Fuquan also had the same idea and accompanied her on the visit.
They even brought along their just over one-year-old son, Niu Zijun, knowing that having a child would definitely earn them a bit more face with Tan Zhenghong.