CHAPTER 941: CHAPTER 636: STILL THE SAME WEIGHT

Second watch arrives.

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In the east room, Zhao Yulan also got up to dress. Chuxia tucked her head into the quilt: "Mom, it’s so cold outside. Let’s sleep a little longer."

"You sleep, honey. I’ll get up to make breakfast." As Zhao Yulan spoke, she tucked the quilt around her daughter, "You’re baring half a shoulder, aren’t you cold?"

"Mom, I’m really lucky..." Chuxia grinned at Zhao Yulan, "I’m luckier than Xiaoqiong. If it were Fat Auntie, she’d surely say, ’Exposing half a shoulder outside, serves you right if you freeze!’ "

Listening to her daughter’s vivid mimicry, Zhao Yulan laughed: "Your Fat Auntie’s just like that—her mouth is unforgiving, but she’s got a good heart.

Even though Xiaoqiong is a girl, your Fat Auntie never favored Hongqi over her, that’s something unique in the village."

Chuxia looked at Zhao Yulan eagerly: "Mom, if you and Dad had another boy, would you not be so good to me?"

"Even if we had two more boys, your dad and I would still treat you the same way. You’re our flesh and blood; how could we play favorites?" Zhao Yulan smiled, poking her head, "You’re already someone’s wife and still asking such silly questions. What are you going to do when you’re a mom?"

"If I become a mom, I’ll let my kids pamper and spoil me. I’d be even happier."

"Only you could think of that." Zhao Yulan looked at her daughter, at a loss for words and a bit amused.

Outside, Zhou Mikang and Lin Wenbin had finished their morning wash and went out to exercise, and neither of them called Chuxia.

Snuggled in the quilt, Chuxia heard the sound of their footsteps fade into the distance and quietly sighed with relief. For some time now, the Great Regimental Commander Zhou and Young Master Lin have been overseeing her physical training, threatening her with exclusion from the women’s medical team if she slacked off.

To defend her working rights, she could only grit her teeth and persist—getting up so early in the morning was real suffering!

Today, she finally got a day off and could sleep in comfortably. In a half-dazed state, she drifted back off until a pair of icy hands reached into the quilt, yanking her back from her beautiful dream.

"Lazybones, get up now." Luo Xiaoqiong jumped back with a mischievous grin, not giving Chuxia a chance to retaliate, "I’ve already helped my mom make breakfast, and you’re still sleeping. Aren’t you embarrassed to be a wife?"

"I’m not getting up!" Chuxia burrowed further into the quilt, "It’s rare for me to have a lie-in. What chaos are you stirring? And putting those cold hands on me, could you be any worse?"

Luo Xiaoqiong nudged her, "Silly, it’s snowing outside. Get up quickly."

"Really?" Chuxia quickly climbed out of bed, peeked outside, and sure enough, large snowflakes were tumbling down eagerly, carpeting everything in white.

She forgot her desire to sleep in, hurriedly dressed, and rolled her quilt into a cylinder before getting off the bed.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoqiong sighed and got on the bed to fold her quilt, "If someone saw this messy quilt, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?"

Chuxia smiled at her sheepishly, "Sorry to trouble you, sister-in-law. I’m off to wash my face and brush my teeth."

"Annoying!" Luo Xiaoqiong rolled her eyes at her, her face involuntarily reddening—her mother and Aunt Yulan were both in the main room and had likely heard everything.

Sure enough, soon her mother, with a teasing look, peeked in at her, saying, "Do you need to open your mouth that wide?"

"Mom!" Luo Xiaoqiong glared at her teasing mother, speechless. Is this how you treat your own daughter? If her mom had half of Aunt Yulan’s good nature, she’d be content.

When Zhou Mikang and Lin Wenbin returned with steam rising from their heads, Lin Baohe and Luo Gangshun also came back from the fields, the two having taken the opportunity to check the crops.

Even though there wasn’t much to see, just going out to the fields made them feel particularly good.

The two families gathered around the table for a lively breakfast, after which they discussed heading to Xiaolin Village.

Zhao Qiliang couldn’t make it back, so Luo Xiaoqiong, having been promised to him, naturally needed to go to see the family’s elders on his behalf.

Technically, Luo Gangshun and Fat Auntie didn’t need to go, but given their relationship with Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe, they decided to go together to visit the Zhao family.

Zhou Mikang had prepared gifts before the New Year—various rare items filling the trunk. They planned to bring Old Master Zhao and Old Lady Zhao over for a couple of days of reunions, so they took two cars.

As soon as the cars stopped at the Zhao family home, Zhao Qihui ran out, saw the cars, and ran back without a word, shouting, "Grandpa! Grandma! Dad! Mom! Aunt... Xiaoqiong and they are here!"

Then, as Zhao Yulan and others brought in the gifts, even the old man and woman came out to greet them.

"Qihui, it’s not like we’re outsiders. What’s all this fuss about?" Zhao Yulan glared at Zhao Qihui, quickly putting down her things to help the old lady, "Mom, the roads are slippery after the snow, you could have waited inside. Why be so formal with your own daughter?"

"Family doesn’t need formalities, but with in-laws, we must show respect," Old Lady Zhao smiled at Fat Auntie and Luo Gangshun, "Gangshun, Cha Xiang, we’re really happy you could come!"

"Uncle, Auntie, we’re shamelessly crashing the party, hoping you won’t find us a bore," Fat Auntie replied, while also greeting Zhao Yushan and Li Aiyuan.

As for Old Master Zhao, it was odd. He kept his eyes fixed on Lin Wenbin the whole time. Even after entering the house, his gaze didn’t budge.

"Grandpa..." Chuxia waved in front of him, "I’m here, too. Aren’t you going to glance at me?"

"Who says I didn’t see you? Grandpa saw you as soon as I went out. You’ve put on weight; Grandpa has no worries. But just look at Xiaomi, she’s gotten so thin. How much has this child suffered to get like this?"

Chuxia scratched her head, puzzled: "Grandpa, why were you staring at Lin Wenbin while looking at Zhou Mikang?"

"Isn’t this Xiaomi?" The old man squinted, suddenly realizing, "Oh, oh, I was mistaken, these old eyes don’t work well without glasses." He fumbled behind to find his reading glasses, put them on, and after examining both Zhou Mikang and Lin Wenbin, finally nodded with satisfaction, "Exactly, both are still the same weight, neither fatter nor thinner."

The same weight... Is he describing people or pigs? Chuxia chuckled, nudging Zhou Mikang, "Grandpa saying you haven’t lost weight, keep it up."

Understanding her implication, Zhou Mikang smiled at her: "Grandpa said you’ve gained weight, which means I’ve been feeding you well. Keep it up."

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