Back home, life has returned to calm, with Zhou Xiaozheng, a father who deeply loves his daughter, blocking the storms from the outside world, not a ripple appeared.
Zhou Jiao constantly remembers her father's words, idle watching flowers bloom and fall in the courtyard, leisurely following the clouds as they roll and stretch outside.
— Yes... now that she's in confinement, she needs to cultivate herself and rest.
With two more sons, seemingly much busier, but with Mother Zhang as the mother-in-law, plus Aunt Sun, who was introduced later, in her fifties. Not to mention Zhou Jiao, even Aunt Chen was much more relaxed, focusing intently on studying confinement meals.
When Yi Shumin brought her big, chubby daughter over for a visit, seeing Zhou Jiao's confinement life orderly and leisurely relaxed, she couldn't help but be envious.
