Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1241: Leisure Time 6

Chapter 1241: Chapter 1241: Leisure Time 6

Lu Jiang finished sweeping the floor and brought over another portion of steamed egg custard to feed Dundun.

Seeing the food, Dundun’s tears turned into laughter, and Fubao also became happy.

Xiongxiong was crawling around on the kang bed, crawling toward Feng Qingxue, staring at the egg custard in her bowl. He let out a sound, opened his mouth wide, and drool streamed out, dripping onto his bib, but he was smiling with a face full of flattery.

Feng Qingxue felt both annoyed and amused, scooped up a spoonful to feed him, and the little guy was so pleased that he sat by his mother and wouldn’t budge.

Compared to Dundun and Xiongxiong, who could already walk, Zhuangzhuang could only sit; after all, his arms and legs were soft and he couldn’t even crawl or lift his head when his brothers were already sitting. Now, having him in her arms, Feng Qingxue actually made everyone very happy.

His appearance was completely different from his twin brothers. His features were like a painting, delicate as a porcelain doll’s.

Like Feng Qingxue, they were two of a kind, even more so than Fubao.

Although Dundun and Xiongxiong looked quite like Lu Jiang, only about fifty percent resembled him, and it was a mystery who the other fifty percent resembled.

Zhuangzhuang was slender and had a small appetite; half a bowl of egg custard had actually ended up mostly in Xiongxiong’s mouth.

Xiongxiong, having eaten his fill, patted his belly.

"Full?" asked Feng Qingxue.

Xiongxiong nodded as if it were only natural, flashed his front teeth, plopped down on his backside, lay back, then turned over, fell asleep, and after a while, shifted again to sleep on his stomach, bottom in the air.

"All he does is eat and sleep! Just like a little pig, might as well call him Little Pig, why Xiongxiong?" Feng Qingxue glanced at her fourth son, flipped him back over, acting mischievously and domineeringly, wondering how she and Lu Jiang could have produced such a son. When they got home, they would have to educate him properly so he wouldn’t really turn into a bad boy, or it would be their fault as parents.

Lu Jiang picked up the dozing Dundun and placed him on the kang next to his brother before holding his daughter in his arms.

"Our Fubao is such a good girl, helping Daddy and Mommy take care of your brothers," Lu Jiang praised.

Fubao smiled, "I’m a good child, Xiongxiong is a bad child. Can we not give him egg custard if he breaks the bowl?"

"Right, when Xiongxiong grows up, let’s make him earn money to buy us a new bowl," Lu Jiang said.

After playing with Zhuangzhuang for a while and finally getting him to sleep, Feng Qingxue tucked him in, shook her aching arm, and sighed, "I still haven’t fully recovered. Now if I hold Zhuangzhuang for too long, my arms get really sore."

Lu Jiang said with concern, "You look recovered on the outside, but you’re still weak inside. You need to take good care of yourself, and rest more."

"I want to stay with you for a lifetime, I’ll definitely take care and strive to recover my health soon," Feng Qingxue said, her head held high, clasping her fist playfully.

Seeing this, Fubao imitated, standing up proudly, "Daddy, I want to stay with you for a lifetime, to be your little cotton-padded jacket!"

Bai Xue had told Feng Qingxue that a daughter was like a caring little cotton-padded jacket. Fubao had overheard this and had since considered herself to be one, sometimes being Daddy’s cotton-padded jacket, sometimes Mommy’s, and occasionally her brothers’ as well.

Lu Jiang tugged at her fingers, "You said it, Fubao. What if you change your mind?"

"Pinky swear, a hundred years, no changing allowed!" Fubao shook their linked hands, her dimples sweet.

The peaceful and joyous times didn’t last long. Just after New Year’s Day, a whistleblower’s letter disturbed the peace, not only at the military base but also within the family compound.

In an instant, it set off towering waves.