Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1238: Leisure Time 3

Chapter 1238: Chapter 1238: Leisure Time 3

Hearing the call, Feng Qingxue let the visitor in while resisting the urge to press her hand to her forehead.

The one saving grace was that Zhu Cuihong, who had just come in, was not like Xiu Qinghe, trying to take advantage of the situation. Instead, she carried a bowl of egg custard, "Sister-in-law, I made egg custard for the kids this morning, but he couldn’t finish it, so I’m giving the rest to Zhuangzhuang."

"Thank you, Cuihong," Feng Qingxue said as she got down from the heated brick bed to take the bowl. "Once Zhuangzhuang has finished, I’ll ask Sister Tian to return the bowl to you."

When returning the bowl, it’s customary to include some other food in it as a reciprocating gift.

Zhu Cuihong waved her hand dismissively, "What’s the rush? We’re not eagerly waiting to use the bowl. By the way, sister-in-law, tomorrow is Su Junlin’s daughter’s hundred-day celebration. Are you going? If so, let’s go together."

Three months before, Bai Xue had given birth to a delicate baby girl, which delighted Su Junlin so much he practically wanted to announce it to the world.

Feng Qingxue had visited Bai Xue and her daughter the day before yesterday and had brought quite a few gifts. She had already told them she wouldn’t come for the hundred days celebration because there would probably be many guests. Even without bringing a gift, Su Junlin’s position and family background meant that just paying a visit was significant. However, she was worried that her own presence with her son might overshadow Bai Xue and her daughter. She also feared the crowd might cause Zhuangzhuang to become upset and cry incessantly.

Bai Xue was very understanding and mentioned there was no need to be formal, as they had no plans to hold a grand celebration for the hundred-days milestone.

In such tense times, who would dare to take the risk?

Not to mention month-old or hundred-day banquets, even birthdays or annual celebrations had become rare.

The hundredth day of Bai Xue’s daughter coincided with December twenty-eighth, Dundun’s first birthday, and the twenty-ninth was both Xiongxiong and Zhuangzhuang’s birthday. The triplets had coincidentally been born with two separate birthdays.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue hadn’t organized birthday celebrations for their children. On the twenty-ninth, they simply took photos of them and then made some noodles in chicken broth.

The soft and mushy noodles were voraciously enjoyed by Dundun and Xiongxiong; they effortlessly wolfed them down with jubilant expressions, while Zhuangzhuang was a different story, humming and hawing, reluctantly taking a bite after a prolonged hesitation, showing some signs of stunted development.

After much coaxing, Zhuangzhuang had barely eaten half a bowl of noodles when Lu Jiang exhaled a long breath of relief.

The twenty-ninth happened to be a weekend, and Lu Jiang was off work, making it an exceptionally joyous day for the family of six.

The family’s mail arrived at this time, and after reading Xibao’s letter, Feng Qingxue remained silent for a long while.

Although she was reluctant to be separated from her child for extended periods, which might create an indelible rift between them, she knew the educational opportunities Xibao would get from learning from those seniors were significant. So, she hesitated.

Lu Jiang took the letter and read it through, "Since Xibao is willing to stay at home, let him be. If he wants to leave later, either his father or Guan Cheng can send him back. I thought it was something serious! Xibao isn’t small anymore; he’s always been clever since he was little, if there weren’t anything to catch his interest, would he insist on staying home and not coming back?"

"He’s only six and a half, how is that not small?" Feng Qingxue gave him a look.

Lu Jiang replied innocently, "I started my studies at three and began school at five. My brothers and I all shouldered more than Xibao does. It’s just that you spoil him too much. Moreover, times have changed, which is why he started practicing calligraphy at five and studying at six. Thinking about it now, Xibao is already behind where I was. Let him put in extra effort to catch up."

Feng Qingxue scoffed, "Don’t you know the saying ’the blue is derived from the indigo and yet is more vibrant than it’? Don’t underestimate my Xibao. With so many masters teaching him, just you wait. In less than ten years, not even on horseback will you catch up to Xibao’s knowledge."