Before Yang Ruoqing could react, she was forcefully pulled by Xiaoduo into the low adobe house behind her.

To be honest, unlike Xiaoduo's excitement about offering a treasure, Yang Ruoqing wanted to see this child named Rourou and what she looked like now.

But I was a little afraid of seeing this child.

Because as long as she sees this child, she can't help but think of the pleading eyes of the child's biological mother and daughter, the general, before he died, as well as the myriad of reluctances...

However, Xiaoduo had already pulled her to the cradle.

The cradle is placed next to the bed. A red rope is tied to the leg of the cradle. The other end of the red rope extends to the bed and is currently resting on Xiaoduo's pillow.

Apparently, Xiaoduo always held the red string in her hand while sleeping at night. Whenever Rourou made any movement in the cradle, she would get up and check.

It’s really not easy for Xiaoduo, a ‘mother’, and she has good intentions.

"Sister, look, she's still asleep. This little thing is so lazy. She has to sleep for seven or eight hours out of twelve hours a day!"

Xiaoduo's voice reached her ears, and Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on the sleeping little face in the cradle in front of her.

"It's been a while since I last saw you, Rourou has really grown up a lot!"

Yang Ruoqing said this from the bottom of her heart.

Compared with the time when he was just brought from Nanshan Village, the child's face is obviously a little bigger now. His face is fleshy and fair, with a healthy rosiness.

Perhaps because Xiaoduo was afraid that she would catch a cold when she was sleeping, she not only tied the quilt tightly in the cradle, but also put a pink octagonal landlord hat on the child to sleep with.

Even worried that the wind in the room would blow into the child's face, Xiaoduo took another large, dry handkerchief, put it around the child's head, and gently placed it on both sides of the cradle head, holding up a shape similar to a yurt.

The child's face was shrunk inside.

"Sister, can you tell that it's obviously grown? I can't see it clearly when I look at it every day, but when other people see it, they say it's grown."

Yang Ruoqing continued to look at Rourou and nodded in response to Xiaoduo's words.

"Yes, it's obvious to me."

"But Duo'er, are you covering Rourou too tightly? Look, the child's face is getting redder and redder. You'd better loosen the quilt a little." Yang Ruoqing reminded.

"Ah?" Xiaoduo was stunned for a moment. She leaned down to check the child, still muttering to herself: "Is it there? Is it hot? I think it's okay. I wore two quilted coats and it's still fine."

My hands feel a little cold..."

"You are you, and children are children. Children's temperament is different from adults." Yang Ruoqing said.

"You'd better take off her hat and see if there's any sweat on her head..."

As a result, before Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, she was interrupted by Xiaoduo's low cry.

"Oh, why is this little hat still wet? Oh, dear, sister, look at it, this little thing's hair is all wet, the sweat is pouring down like rain..."

Yang Ruoqing was speechless, "It's not good for you to cover it so hard. Listen to me, don't cover it so tightly. Children can't be raised too delicately."

Being too delicate is not a good thing. This is how Jiaojiao was raised. It wasn't until she was five years old that she finally got better.

Before she was five years old, it was really a delicate flower that could not be blown by the wind or wet by the rain. Even if the person next to her sneezed, she would be affected.

Xiaoduo quickly brought a dry handkerchief, wiped Rourou's little head there, and loosened the quilt at the same time.

While doing this, she said to Yang Ruoqing with some embarrassment: "Hey, you can't blame me for covering it too tightly. It's not like you don't know Rourou's situation. You almost didn't keep this child."

"Especially now that it's already passed the Double Ninth Festival and it's getting colder day by day. I have to be more careful. This is the daughter I've been waiting for for so long!"

After giving birth to my daughter, I was alone for the entire confinement and did not see her face until three months later.

God knows how much she missed her second daughter during those nearly one hundred days and nights.

The mind is always suspended, and no matter what I eat, I feel unmotivated.

Whatever I do, I do it carelessly.

Several times when I was depressed, I wanted to start a fight with Xiang Shengnan. To put it bluntly, I just didn’t see my daughter, so I had accumulated resentment in my heart and wanted to find someone to vent it out to.

Now that the child is back, my heart has settled down, and everything is complete.

While handling these things for the child, the child woke up, opened his eyes and glanced at Xiaoduo. When he saw it was Xiaoduo, the little guy closed his eyes again and continued to sleep soundly.

Seeing this made Xiaoduo feel warm and soft in her heart.

She even couldn't help but proudly said to Yang Ruoqing on the other side of the cradle: "Sister, have you seen this? This little thing doesn't seem to like sleeping, but her alertness is much higher than Jiaojiao."

"No matter how deeply she sleeps, as long as you move her slightly, her eyes will open immediately."

"It seemed like she was always on guard against something, but when she saw it was me, she felt relieved again, and lo and behold, she fell asleep again."

After Xiaoduo reminded her, Yang Ruoqing also discovered the difference in this little Rourou.

The female general is a natural prodigy in martial arts. She has been gifted since she was a child. Otherwise, she would not have been able to practice martial arts until she had a big beard on her face, hairier legs than men, let alone strength.

The pair of big hammers he held in his hands were so big that most men couldn't hold them in his arms.

Just asking if you are awesome?

And a child born to such an awesome person must have inherited some maternal genes, right?

Alertness is the instinct of martial arts practitioners, but this instinct requires acquired practice to achieve.

There is no genetics, because none of them are like Tuan Tuan Yuan, even though Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing are both practitioners...

Therefore, it can be explained that Xiao Rourou's body is better than that of ordinary children.

"Duo'er, let me see Xiao Rourou's hands." Yang Ruoqing said suddenly.

"Look!" Xiaoduo said.

Just as Yang Ruoqing touched Xiao Rourou's arm, the little guy suddenly opened his eyes again.

When his eyes touched Yang Ruoqing, his little eyes were obviously wary, and his mouth was about to start crying.

Crying is her cry for help signal to Xiaoduo, which is also an instinct.

Xiaoduo immediately came over, "Rourou, don't panic, mother is here, look, mother is here!"

Rourou stopped crying immediately, and even giggled twice at Xiaoduo. The gums in her toothless little mouth were pink, making her funny and cute.

Duo'er couldn't help but lowered her head and gently pressed their mother and daughter's faces together.

Yang Ruoqing took this opportunity to observe Rourou's hands.

really!
Chapter completed!