"Jiajia, are you causing trouble today?" Meng Yunhan saw that it was late and didn't go to the factory. Instead, she went directly to the military compound to see her child.
Liu Zihan, because she was in her postpartum confinement, was wearing a hat and socks and was unbearably hot. However, during the confinement period, she dared not use a fan and felt her whole body was sour and smelly.
"Not causing trouble. She eats, then sleeps; wakes up, and then eats." Liu Zihan had no more words to describe her daughter.
Lazy in one word.
She was truly lazy, even falling asleep while feeding.
Not crying was already a comfort to her.
"This shows that Jiajia sympathizes with you as a mother by not causing trouble. Otherwise, she would make you suffer from headaches every day." Meng Yunhan looked at Jiajia with a face full of affection.