Hard work after winning the lottery

Just then, three little dumplings rushed out of the house.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Sitao ran the fastest, holding a freshly opened popsicle in her hand. "Mommy, have a popsicle! It's refreshing!"

"You're not allowed to eat it."

Before Hua Yun's eyes could even light up, Zhou Yanjin snatched the popsicle away, stuffed it into his own mouth, and took a bite. "The coldness stimulates contractions."

Hua Yun: "..."

Si Tao: "..."

That's my popsicle!

"Alright, stop standing there." Zhou Yanjin threw the remaining popsicle sticks into the trash can, squatted down, and said, "Get on, I'll carry you."

"Back?" Hua Yun's eyes widened. "President Zhou, mind your image. What if the paparazzi take pictures..."

"So what if you took the picture? It's not illegal to carry your wife on your back." Zhou Yanjin patted his broad shoulders. "Get on, don't dawdle, you'll get heatstroke."

Hua Yun chuckled and, without any hesitation, climbed onto that broad back.

Although it was a little awkward to have my belly sticking out, the sense of security I felt was real.

And so, the scene of the billionaire CEO carrying his pregnant wife on his back, followed by his three sons who looked like little ducks, became the most beautiful sight in the neighborhood.

To escape the summer heat and allow the children to run wild, the whole family moved back to the Zhou family's old house on the first day of summer vacation.

The old house is located halfway up the mountain, shaded by green trees, and is indeed much cooler than the city.

In the courtyard, the century-old pomegranate tree is in full bloom.

The bright red flowers, like clusters of burning flames, hang all over the branches, symbolizing many children and abundant blessings.

"Oh, my dear granddaughter-in-law!"

As soon as we entered the gate, Grandpa Zhou Yinchuan came out to greet us, leaning on his cane. He was more energetic than the cicadas in the trees.

"Grandpa, please slow down." Hua Yun tried to bend down to greet him, but the old man stopped her with a gesture of his cane.

"Don't move! Don't move! You're heavy!" The old man laughed so hard his beard shook. "Look at this belly, it's so pointed! I think this one's a boy!"

Lin Yi rolled her eyes. "Dad, stop guessing. Whether it's a boy or a girl, she's a treasure of the Zhou family. Besides, my pink room is already decorated; it has to be my granddaughter!"

"Good, good, good, my granddaughter is good too, she's so thoughtful!" The old man was a fence-sitter, never offending anyone.

The first meal after moving back to the old house was a feast of exquisite dishes.

But in front of Hua Yun, there was only a bowl of porridge.

Lotus leaf porridge.

It's lush and green, and looks quite refreshing.

"This is a prescription specially written by Old Master Chen." The old man pointed to the bowl of porridge. "It clears heat, relieves summer heat, and soothes the fetus and calms the mind. You there, Xiao Zhang, please invite Old Master Chen in."

As soon as he finished speaking, an elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor dressed in a Tang suit and sporting a goatee was invited in.

"The young mistress looks well, but her pulse is a little slippery and rapid, indicating some internal heat." The old Chinese medicine doctor squinted as he took her pulse and said with a smile, "This lotus leaf porridge contains lotus seeds and lily bulbs, and she should also avoid spicy, greasy, raw, and cold foods."

Hua Yun looked at the bowl of porridge and stirred it with a spoon.

Good guy.

It's all lotus seeds.

She hates lotus seeds the most because they are bitter.

"Grandpa, could you please remove the lotus seed hearts?" Hua Yun asked with a pained expression. "This is too bitter, more bitter than my life."

"Good medicine tastes bitter!" the old man said sternly. "This is wild red lotus, good for replenishing qi and blood! You must eat it! Not a single one can be left!"

Zhou Yanjin sat beside him, shrugging helplessly.

In this family, the old man's words about health and wellness are like imperial edicts.

"Eat up." Zhou Yanjin placed a piece of stir-fried yam on her plate. "I'll eat with you."

After saying that, he also ladled out a bowl of the porridge that looked terrible and drank a big mouthful without changing his expression.

Hua Yun felt a little better.

While we were eating, the three little ones climbed onto the table.

In front of them were braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, and large chicken legs...

Hua Yun swallowed hard.

"Mom, this meat smells so good!" Si Tao deliberately picked up a piece of braised pork and waved it in front of Hua Yun. "It's fatty but not greasy, and it melts in your mouth..."

The way they use these words is so sophisticated; they must have learned them from TV.

Hua Yun glared at him, her eyes flashing like daggers: "Zhou Sitao, do you believe I'll have your dad throw you out to feed the mosquitoes?"

Si Tao shrank back, stuffed a mouthful of meat into his mouth, and mumbled, "Great-Grandpa, save me!"

"Hahahaha!" The old man laughed heartily. "Alright, alright, stop teasing your mother. By the way, you three, have you all received your summer homework?"

The atmosphere at the dinner table instantly froze when homework was mentioned.

Si'an put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, took out a piece of paper from her small backpack, and said in a serious tone:

"Great-Grandpa, Dad gave us special summer homework."

"Oh? What homework?"

Si'an pushed up her non-existent glasses and said in a clear voice, "The assignment topic is—'Protecting Pregnant Women'."

The whole family was stunned.

A smile appeared on Zhou Yanjin's lips; clearly, this was his doing.

"Tell me more details," the old man said, intrigued.

Si'an pointed to himself: "I'm the eldest brother, and I'm responsible for monitoring Mom's health data, such as blood sugar, blood pressure, and weight gain curve. I've already learned how to use a blood glucose meter."

As he spoke, he actually pulled out a small blood glucose meter.

Hua Yun subconsciously tucked her fingers away.

"Me! Me!" Sitao held up her oily little hands. "I'm in charge of prenatal education! Daddy said he'd tell stories to my little sister so she'll grow up to be smart and brave!"

"I'm also in charge of storytelling," Sile added quietly, "and singing too."

"Great!" The old man slapped his thigh. "Excellent homework! Whoever does it well will be richly rewarded by their great-grandfather! A Lego set!"

"yeah!"

So, one hour after each meal.

"Mom, reach out your hand, I'm going to give you a shot." Si'an held up the lancing pen.

"An'an, can we not get tested? The sty from yesterday hasn't healed yet," Hua Yun tried to bargain.

"No, we need to monitor blood sugar two hours after a meal, and the data must be accurate." Si'an remained unmoved. "Mom, just bear with it; it'll be like an ant bite."

"Smack."

"hiss--"

Hua Yun looked at the beads of blood emerging from her fingertips, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear.

This isn't just an ant bite; it's like Rong Momo stabbing Ziwei!

As soon as I finished getting my blood sugar checked, the other two people surrounded me.

Hua Yun lay on the rocking chair, with two little heads pressed against her belly.

"Ahem, listen up, little sister." Si Tao cleared her throat and took out a tattered book. "Today we're going to talk about 'Ultraman vs. Godzilla'."

Hua Yun: "..."

Is this what they call being clever and brave?

"In the distant M78 Nebula, there lived a group of giants of light..." Si Tao recounted with great emotion, occasionally adding hand gestures, "And just like that, Ultraman Tiga unleashed a Zepelion Ray, biu—and blasted the monster away!"

With a loud shout, Hua Yun felt the baby in her belly kick suddenly.

"It moved! It moved!" Sitao shouted excitedly. "Mommy, my little sister likes Ultraman! She's practicing her flying kick!"

Hua Yun rubbed her belly, thinking: Daughter, you don't like him, you're just scared by your brother, right?