Hard work after winning the lottery

on the sofa.

My sister, who usually lies down or sprawls out and is as soft as if she has no bones, is now sitting up straight!

There was no pillow behind me!

I didn't rely on my mother's hand!

With her own strength, she braced herself on the sides of her chubby legs with her two chubby little hands, raised her chubby little chin slightly, and stared intently at the rattle that Sitao had dropped on the ground!

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"Mom—Mom—!!! Dad—Dad—!!! Great-Grandpa!!!"

Sile jumped up excitedly, pointing at Nuannuan on the sofa, her voice cracking, "Sit down! My little sister sat down by herself!!!"

That shout instantly woke up half of the Zhou family.

"What happened? What happened?! What's wrong with my darling?!"

The first to rush out was Grandpa Zhou Yinchuan, who was practicing calligraphy in his study on the first floor. The old man was still clutching a calligraphy brush covered in ink in his hand, and he didn't even bother to take his cane. He rushed over with great speed.

Zhou Ye and Lin Yi, who were just having porridge in the restaurant, even threw down their chopsticks and rushed into the living room.

Even Si'an and Si'le, who were putting on their shoes to go to school, dropped their schoolbags and ran over.

"What happened?!"

"No!"

Sile's face flushed with excitement. She grabbed her dad's trouser leg and pointed at the sofa, jumping up and down excitedly: "Dad! Look! My little sister! Sit down!"

Everyone followed Sile's finger and looked at the sofa in unison.

Nuannuan, sitting on the sofa, was startled by the sudden appearance of a large group of people and blinked her big eyes.

But she didn't fall!

The little guy still maintained that posture of supporting his chubby little legs with his hands, his small body swaying left and right like a sapling in the wind, as if he might fall over at any moment.

But she stubbornly kept her rosy face taut and managed to stay on her feet!

"My God..." Lin Yi covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening, "My granddaughter... can sit up? She's only five months and one week old!"

"As expected of my great-granddaughter Zhou Yinchuan! This core strength! This posture! It's exactly the same as when I was squatting in the horse stance in the army!" The old man said excitedly.

Zhou Yanjin even slowed his breathing, and the pride of a father surged in his chest like a volcanic eruption.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire family.

Nuan Nuan seemed to find it a bit boring to keep propping herself up on her legs. Her gaze fell on the rattle on the carpet that was flashing a light.

A hint of longing flashed in the little guy's eyes.

She slowly and very carefully lifted one of her chubby little hands that was resting on her lap.

"Don't move! Don't move!" Zhou Ye grabbed Lin Yi's arm anxiously. "She wants the toy! Good heavens, this is too difficult!"

Nuan Nuan stretched out her small hand, which resembled a lotus root, and leaned her little body slightly forward.

A little bit.

Just a little bit more.

She tried to grasp a target in the void.

Because she lost the support of one hand, Nuannuan's body swayed even more violently.

Slide it to the left.

Tilt it to the right.

The whole family's hearts swayed with her, and the six of them even unconsciously tilted to the side, creating a bizarre yet funny scene.

Perhaps because he was really out of energy, the little guy's previously tense face suddenly relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, like a sapling that had been knocked down, she tilted uncontrollably and slowly to the left.

Nuannuan plopped down softly and gently onto the huge Hermes pillow on the left.

The little guy didn't cry when he fell down.

She lay sprawled on the pillow, waved her little hands in the air, then grinned at her toothless mouth, looked at her father, and giggled.

That smile was so radiant it could melt anyone's heart.

"Oh, my darling!"

Zhou Yanjin knelt down in front of the sofa, scooped her daughter out of the pile of pillows, and planted a big kiss on her chubby little face. "My daughter is so wonderful!"

As time went by, Nuannuan turned six months old amidst the adoration of her family.

At six months old, Nuan Nuan has grown increasingly fair-skinned and delicate, resembling a fine porcelain doll. She has also suddenly unlocked a new skill – being shy around strangers.

The way she used to laugh whenever anyone hugged her and react to anyone who teased her is gone.

Now, whenever a stranger or a distant relative she doesn't see often approaches, Nuannuan's reaction is a textbook example of the "three-part rejection": she closes her eyes, turns her head away, and burrows desperately into her mother's arms.

That afternoon.

Mr. Zhao, an old comrade-in-arms of Mr. Zhou Yinchuan from his time in the army, with an extremely generous personality, specially brought two bottles of specially supplied Moutai to visit the Zhou family's old residence.

"Old Zhou! I've heard your precious great-granddaughter is as beautiful as an angel! I absolutely have to hold her today!"

Before Old Master Zhao even entered the door, his booming voice had already made the living room vibrate.

At this moment, Hua Yun was holding Nuan Nuan in front of the living room's French windows, basking in the sun.

Upon hearing this booming roar...

Nuannuan, who was happily playing with the buttons on Huayun's clothes, suddenly stopped.

She slowly turned her head, her large, dark eyes warily fixed on the unfamiliar grandfather at the doorway—a burly man with a full beard and a thunderous laugh.

"Oh my! This must be Nuan Nuan!"

Grandpa Zhao's eyes lit up. He put the wine bottle down on the coffee table and strode over, his calloused hands reaching directly for Nuannuan in Hua Yun's arms. "Come here, let Grandpa Zhao hold you! Let me lift you up high!"

Looking at those approaching large hands and that magnified, bearded face.

Her warm little lips tightened little by little.

It looked like Grandpa Zhao's hand was about to touch her little skirt.

suddenly!

Nuannuan suddenly turned her head.

Without hesitation and decisively, she gave Old Master Zhao a round, furry back of the head.

Not only that, the little guy buried his face in Hua Yun's chest, his two chubby little hands tightly gripping Hua Yun's collar, his little bottom sticking out, and making extremely resistant "humming" sounds in his throat.

The movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation or sluggishness.

This perfectly illustrates what it means to "stay away from me".

Old Master Zhao's hands, which were outstretched in mid-air, froze instantly.

He rubbed his hands awkwardly, his old face flushing red: "This...this little brat, why isn't she giving me any face? My grandson usually fights to be held by me!"

Hahahaha!

Standing to the side, Grandpa Zhou Yinchuan burst into laughter without holding back, his cane slamming against the ground. "Old Zhao, you think just anyone can hold my great-granddaughter? That's called being wary! That's called being smart! You, with your full beard looking like Zhang Fei, don't scare my precious baby to tears!"

Hua Yun suppressed a laugh, gently patted her daughter's back, and said apologetically, "Grandpa Zhao, I'm so sorry, Nuannuan is currently in the stage of being shy around strangers. She won't let anyone touch her except the people she sees every day at home."