My Happy Daily Life After Being Reborn
Chapter 95 - 18 Yu Xiaomiao_2

Chapter 95: Chapter 18 Yu Xiaomiao_2

"Is this really safe?" Lin Xiaoguai felt that such lax arrangements seemed somewhat dangerous for children.

"It won’t be a problem," Yu Xiaomiao shook her head, "Cars can’t enter the Military Family Area, and there’s no river anywhere except near the vegetable fields. And about the river by the vegetable fields, it’s not only fenced off but also crowded. Hence, even if the kids go there, nothing will happen."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoguai was relieved, but still didn’t plan to just let Little Niangao roam freely. Firstly, she was not at ease, and secondly, Little Niangao was still very young, needing someone to watch over him for eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom.

"So, is your child also here?" Lin Xiaoguai looked towards the children, searching for someone who resembled Yu Xiaomiao.

"Don’t bother, you won’t be able to find him," Yu Xiaomiao said with a barely suppressed chuckle. "It was the girl who just spoke to you."

Lin Xiaoguai was truly surprised, "She doesn’t look like you at all!" The little girl had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and tan skin; she looked mischievous and even if you didn’t consider her appearance, her temperament didn’t seem like Yu Xiaomiao’s either.

"You’re not the first to say that," Yu Xiaomiao’s smile grew wider, "She takes after her grandmother and has her dad’s temperament. She’s tough like a boy. My husband Guo Zhong adores this about her and even gave her a boy’s name; it worries me to no end." By the end, her expression showed her vexation.

"What’s your daughter’s name?" Lin Xiaoguai couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

"Wang Zhizheng," Yu Xiaomiao said with a wry smile, "By the time I found out, it was already on her birth certificate, so I had no choice but to give her a nickname, Yaya, hoping she wouldn’t turn out too boyish." But seeing her current state, she wasn’t very optimistic.

She didn’t voice that last sentence, but Lin Xiaoguai could still discern her thoughts from her expression, and couldn’t help but comfort her, "Girls tend to settle down as they grow up," though inside, she found it quite amusing.

"Yaya!" Yu Xiaomiao called her daughter over, pointing to Lin Xiaoguai, "Call her Aunt Lin."

"Aunt Lin," Yaya called out, then somewhat reluctantly frowned at Yu Xiaomiao, complaining, "Mom, come on, I just greeted her a moment ago."

After saying that, Yaya didn’t wait for Yu Xiaomiao to reply and ran back to play, leaving Yu Xiaomiao half amused, half exasperated.

Lin Xiaoguai laughed, "My son’s full name is Shen Yinian, his nickname is Little Niangao, both of which I picked out. He still can’t even call me mom, so I’m afraid he won’t be able to call you auntie just yet. We’ll make it up to you next time."

"Okay, I’m not in a hurry," Yu Xiaomiao laughed.

Watching Lin Xiaoguai and Yu Xiaomiao chatting so happily, Liang Yuwei frowned slightly. She hadn’t expected Yu Xiaomiao to be in charge of the children today, nor had she imagined that Lin Xiaoguai, who had always been cool towards her, would get along so well with Yu Xiaomiao.

She had miscalculated. How had she forgotten that women with children share a common language?

Liang Yuwei was irritated with herself.

As noon approached, Little Niangao was so dirty he was almost unrecognizable. Lin Xiaoguai lifted him up and bid farewell to Yu Xiaomiao while inviting her, "I’m heading back to cook. If you have time, feel free to come over to my place; you’re always welcome."

"I’ll definitely come if I have time," Yu Xiaomiao smiled.

Lin Xiaoguai then glanced at Liang Yuwei, hesitant for a moment before saying, "Thank you for bringing me here. Let’s get together again when you’re free." She really didn’t know what else to call her.

Liang Yuwei’s smile was somewhat strained, "No need for thanks, I just happened to be free." Was the preferential treatment too obvious? She had known Lin Xiaoguai first, after all.

After placing her son into the stroller, Lin Xiaoguai gave a slight nod and departed.

Behind her, Yu Xiaomiao and Liang Yuwei exchanged a glance, the smiles fading from their faces.

Once back at home, Little Niangao’s excitement hadn’t faded. Lin Xiaoguai sweated as she struggled to change his clothes, which he kicked and waved his arms against. Once he was dressed, Little Niangao calmed down, but she was drenched in sweat.

With Shen Chi not at home, Lin Xiaoguai’s lunch was simple; she made fish fillet with chestnuts for her son and for herself, shrimp balls in egg white and a three-ingredient soup.

Though not yet a year old, Little Niangao, who had two tiny teeth akin to grains of rice, was very adventurous with food. Because his digestive abilities were far superior to children his age, Lin Xiaoguai didn’t restrain him much. After all, Little Niangao never spat out food he’d eaten.

Perhaps influenced by the frugal Luo Yufang and Shen Zhangming, even when Little Niangao encountered food he disliked, he would frown but swallow it rather than spitting it out like many children might.

Clearly, the shrimp balls were to Little Niangao’s liking, but he only took one taste of the three-ingredient soup before refusing to eat any more, leaving Lin Xiaoguai to finish it.

After eating, perhaps due to tiring himself out from playing in the morning, Little Niangao was sleepy. Lin Xiaoguai gently changed him into pajamas and placed him into bed. After making sure he was sound asleep, she quietly left the room.

She threw Little Niangao’s dirty clothes into the washing machine and entered her own space. First, she found a rack suitable for growing vegetables on the balcony at the exchange store—a simple yet sturdy design—purchased a few, and filled them with soil from the space.

Even though she had two small balconies, Lin Xiaoguai did not plan to plant vegetables on them. She intended to grow some flowers on the living room’s small balcony, while the bedroom balcony was planned for drying underwear—not because she was fussy, but in this era, airing a bra outside would definitely attract spectators, especially since she didn’t want to wear the conservative undershirts common at the time.

Even on the small balcony, she didn’t dare to clip them out, opting instead to dry them in the laundry basket. She had checked; although the small balcony space was limited, hanging a two-layer laundry rack still left enough room for some flower pots that couldn’t fit on the living room’s balcony.

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