Lu Tiezhu happily sent the two out of the door, immediately running back.
"Fengying, how are you?"
"I'm alright, it doesn't hurt anymore now. Doctor Xie is skillful. I don't think it's as life-threatening as childbirth seemed before.
Look at our big chubby son, he weighs six pounds. He's really quite sturdy."
"Indeed, we'll certainly have to raise him strong and healthy in the future."
The couple just looked at the still-eyes-closed baby and foolishly smiled.
Both felt this was a blessing from heaven for them.
Lu Tiezhu carefully tended to Du Fengying. The chicken soup was ready, so he quickly ladled a bowl. On top was a thick layer of oil.
They'd been through hard times, so Du Fengying didn't mind such chicken soup.
"Back when Xiao Jiang gave birth to Shi Xian, she wouldn't drink this oily soup, but I think it's okay."
"Wife, you should drink more, our son's food supply depends entirely on you."
"Mmm, I will. I definitely won't let our son go hungry.
