Just when Wang Liting was shrouded in gloom and worry, Ye Xiaomei gave birth!

To everyone’s surprise, Ye Xiaomei had a daughter. In small places, if you had some connections, you could find out the baby’s gender in advance. Cheng Dong’s distant uncle-in-law was the director of the hospital’s imaging department, and without even being asked, the uncle had come to congratulate him on expecting a son. Cheng Dong and Ye Xiaomei didn’t care about the gender—it only mattered for picking colors when preparing baby supplies.

After the birth, the doctor helplessly explained while looking at the ultrasound images that when they did the color ultrasound, the little baby had struck a Michael Jackson crotch-grabbing pose in mommy’s belly, which led to the misunderstanding.

“The little one has quite a sense of humor—bound to be talented in the future!”

Ye Xiaomei couldn’t stop laughing, so she modified Cheng Le’s name slightly to Cheng Lele.

The birth of Cheng Lele held great significance for Chen An’s entire life. However, at this stage, the significance of Cheng Lele’s arrival lay in—solving Chen An’s food crisis. Ye Xiaomei’s milk supply was extremely abundant. Besides Cheng Lele’s portion, there was still enough to pump out to help little Chen An.

Little Chen An finally got to drink fresh, warm milk. He burped contentedly, lying against Ye Xiaomei’s chest, his bright black eyes turning to look at Ye Xiaomei’s face. Grandmother Chen watched from the side, tears streaming down her face.

Cheng Dong’s parents had passed away early, and Ye Xiaomei’s parents were elderly and in another province, unable to come over to help. They had originally hired an hourly worker to come help with household tasks, but now Grandmother Chen absolutely refused to let them. With her, a healthy and able-bodied person standing right here, how could she let her benefactors spend money hiring someone to do housework?

After this, Grandmother Chen cooked for both families every day, cleaned both houses, took care of both children, and additionally stewed pig’s feet with soybeans and boiled crucian carp soup for Ye Xiaomei. She was busy nonstop, but she didn’t feel tired at all. She still had plenty of energy to play with little Chen An and little Lele.

She held little Chen An and made him carefully observe Cheng Lele lying in the baby bed: “This is your little sister Lele. You’re a little man, so when you grow up, you have to protect her. If you bully her, Grandma will spank your bottom!”

Little Chen An stretched his lotus-root-like arms toward little Lele’s direction.

“Shake hands.” Grandmother Chen grabbed his little hand and touched it to Lele’s.

Chen An immediately grasped it and giggled.

This was Chen An and Cheng Lele’s first time holding hands. With a “click,” Cheng Dong captured this precious moment.