Wen Shi didn’t believe it and strongly requested Yi Chichi to sing so he could listen.
There’s no way Yi Chichi would be obedient, she wouldn’t sing even if threatened.
When pushed to her limit, she retorted—
"I’ll sing for you another ti when we’re outside."
It’s better to scare the plants than to scare the child.
Wen Shi thought about it and deed it acceptable.
And so, the topic ca to an end.
Then, the couple watched Wen Yi’s peaceful sleeping posture together.
"So adorable!"
With his finger lightly touching Wen Yi’s soft baby cheeks, Wen Shi was overflowing with fatherly love.
Yi Chichi boasted, "I gave birth to him."
"Yes."
He hugged Yi Chichi and gave her a kiss, "Wife, you’re amazing."
"Stop being sweet-talking, it’s ti to sleep, you have morning training tomorrow."
This wasn’t a pleasant topic, at least not for Wen Shi.
But it was unavoidable.
He sighed, adjusted Wen Yi’s position, then made Yi Chichi comfortable, finally lying down and hugged her, pouting, "I don’t want to go to work."
Work was indeed not appealing.
No freedom.
And having to deal with interpersonal relationships and such.
Unfortunately, "There’s already one unemployed person at ho, as the son, the father, and the husband, you must take up your responsibilities as the pillar of the family."
The implication: the idea of not going to work is nice only for thinking.
Wen Shi glanced up at her, "Wife, why don’t you say I’ll support you?"
"Even if I said it, you wouldn’t agree."
Yi Chichi pinched his cheek, "Sweetie, stop daydreaming, I know your personality too well."
Wen Shi had no other hobbies, he simply loved his profession.
He had a heart full of loyalty to the country and a profound love for his uniform.
Moreover, "A man with career aspirations is the most handso!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Shi was imdiately invigorated as if charged with electricity, "Wife, just you wait, I’m going to work hard and let you live in a small two-story building in the residential compound sodays."
His ambitions were grand.
At such a mont, Yi Chichi naturally wouldn’t burst his bubble, instead, she encouraged him.
"Alright, my dear Mr. Wen, Wen Yi and I are waiting for that day to co."
"I won’t let you down!"
The moon climbed higher and higher, and the couple’s conversation gradually diminished in the moonlight streaming through the curtains, morphing into the sound of even breathing.
Raising a child was quite a novelty, watching the red-skinned little monkey transform into a chubby baby, with spirit in his eyes, starting to chase people; Yi Chichi knew it was ti for her to go back to work.
If she delayed any further, her completion ti would be squeezed.
Doing things in such a rush would affect the quality.
Doing things that could ruin her reputation was unacceptable.
Therefore, that day after taking Wen Yi for a walk and coming back, Yi Chichi said to Wen’s mother, "Mom, can you take care of the baby today?"
"Sure."
Wen’s mother was tending the vegetable garden, and upon hearing this, she replied, "I’ll transplant these seedlings and co take over from you."
Yi Chichi had no reason to disagree. Holding Wen Yi, she approached the vegetable patch, looking disdainfully at the vegetable shoots Wen’s mother had planted, "Mom, can you plant sothing else? Winter lons really are not tasty."
Last year they planted a few, even with the whole residential area helping to eat them, they couldn’t finish them. Winter lons were absurd, growing big and having many results.
She feared winter lons every ti she saw them.
Wen’s mother said, "They’re hardy and good to plant a few."
And she added, "I also planted pumpkins."
Yi Chichi, "..." Wow, she had planted the two lons she detested the most.
However, since she didn’t cook, she had no say, so let it be.
At least the pumpkin seeds were quite delicious.
Thinking of pumpkin seeds, she rembered sothing, "Where are last year’s pumpkin seeds?"
"Gone, Yang Qing and the others took them to plant in their own gardens."
They said they felt bad coming to her house all the ti.
Yi Chichi nodded, "Can we plant so sunflower seeds?"
At least, they could harvest so to snack on.
Wen’s mother thought it was possible, although they didn’t have seeds at ho. But that wasn’t a big problem, "When Aunt Mu writes again, I’ll ask her to send so seeds."
"Send what?"
Ji Jian, who had just woken up from a post-night shift sleep, opened the door and heard this question, imdiately assuming a curious nosy look and moving to the garden fence to inquire.
Upon learning that sunflower seeds were being sent, she beca interested, "Can sunflowers grow on the island?"
Having been on the island all these years, she had never seen anyone grow sunflowers around.
It wasn’t even possible to get seedlings.
Wen’s mother laughed, "These aren’t sothing rare or precious; they can certainly be grown."
As for whether they would grow well and produce plump seeds, they would only know after planting them.
"Once the seedlings are ready, could I have a few?"
Wen’s mother naturally agreed readily, seeing her looking disheveled, she asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet, just woke up, I’ll quickly eat sothing."
There was a ton of housework to do, and she also had to go to work...
Goodness, she couldn’t think about it, or her head would spin.
"Aunt Yi, you guys carry on, I’ll eat sothing first and tidy up at ho."
"Alright."
Watching Ji Jian rush back into the house, Wen’s mother sighed about how suffering work could be.
Yi Chichi pretended not to hear; it was difficult to respond to such a statent.
Everyone had their own way of life; it wasn’t appropriate to evaluate others’ lifestyles too much.
At that mont, she felt warmth in her abdon.
Looking down at Wen Yi, who was already three months old in her arms, "Did you pee again?"
Wen Yi, not understanding, simply responded to Yi Chichi with cooing sounds.
Smiling for her to see.
"You’re truly my precious baby."
Snuggling the little rascal’s chubby cheeks, she carried him inside to change his diaper.
As she finished changing Wen Yi, Wen’s mother’s seedlings had also been transplanted.
But she couldn’t carry the child just yet; she needed to clean herself up first.
After waiting for another half hour, Yi Chichi could finally start setting up her embroidery fra for work.
Little Wen Yi was a mama’s boy; as long as he could sll her scent in the sa space, it didn’t matter if he couldn’t see her.
If he couldn’t, even asleep, he would wake up wailing.
Wen’s mother knew his temperant and didn’t take him outside. Instead, she pulled out the baby crib, placed him on it, and used a colorful spinning windmill Yi Chichi made to entertain him.
By the ti Yi Chichi had prepared everything and began splitting the embroidery thread, Wen Yi was already asleep.
"Our Wen Yi is so easy to take care of."
Yi Chichi didn’t respond to this; if she did, Wen’s mother would start ranting about how difficult Wen Shi was as a child.
Wen’s mother didn’t need her response and started working on sewing shoe soles with her needle and thread basket.
"Mom, why are you making shoes again?"
"So small shoes for Wen Yi to wear when he learns to walk."
That was acceptable too.
Making shoes for her and Wen Shi was unnecessary; there were still a few pairs from last year in the closet that hadn’t been worn.
Waiting until they were worn out to make more would still be in ti.
Shoes for little Wen Yi could be made though.
So, when Wen Shi returned from work, he saw his wife and mother-in-law busy, one at the embroidery fra, the other beside the baby crib.
When he took a closer look, the outline of eyes was already apparent in Yi Chichi’s embroidered portrait, and Wen’s mother’s shoe sole was nearly finished.
Then looking at little Wen Yi in the baby crib, he was sleeping soundly.
Wen Shi just felt that, in this household, everyone had their duties, except for him, the idle one.
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