Hard work after winning the lottery

Time seems to have been sped up; in the blink of an eye, Zhou Nianyun, the beloved little princess of the Zhou family, also known as our little Nuannuan, is seven months old.

It was nine o'clock in the morning at the Zhou family's old house.

"Where is she?! Where is my great-granddaughter?!"

Grandpa Zhou Yinchuan's booming voice almost lifted the roof off. He was holding a copy of "The Art of War" that he planned to tell stories to Nuannuan—that's right, the old man stubbornly believed that the Zhou family's children, even girls, should not have "Snow White" as their first book, but rather "The Art of War."

"I was just on the carpet!" Lin Yi, holding a teething toy, looked completely bewildered. "I only turned my head to get a glass of water!"

"Quick, find it! This little thing is crawling faster than a rabbit now!" Zhou Ye threw down the newspaper and even lay down on the floor to look under the sofa.

The current version of Nikki has unlocked "four-wheel drive mode".

As soon as you put her on the ground, her two little arms, as white and tender as lotus roots, combined with her chubby little legs, are like a little tank running at full power.

"It's here! It's here!"

Si Tao, who was tidying up her toys, shouted and pointed behind the huge fiddle-leaf fig bonsai by the French windows.

Everyone rushed over to take a look.

Nuannuan was sticking out her round little bottom, which looked especially plump in her diaper, with half of her body sticking out behind the flowerpot. She had dug out some soil from somewhere and was holding it in her hand. Her delicate little face had a smear of black mud on the tip of her nose, and she was grinning at everyone with her toothless little mouth.

"Oh my god!"

Zhou Yanjin had just come downstairs to go to the company when she saw this scene, and the old father's heart almost stopped beating.

He strode over and scooped the "mud doll" from the ground. Looking at his daughter's dirty little hands and kitten-like face, he initially wanted to give her a stern lecture, but then he met her clear, innocent, and smiling eyes...

President Zhou instantly lost his composure.

"Why are you so dirty?" Zhou Yanjin's voice was so gentle it could melt hearts. He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his daughter's face. "Did you think that leaf was fun? Next time, Daddy will hold you and let you see. Don't grab the dirt, it'll get dirty, okay?"

Nuannuan obviously didn't understand. She just thought her father's tie was a nice color. She stretched out her little black hand, which had just finished playing with mud, and grabbed Zhou Yanjin's silk tie, which was worth five figures, without any hesitation.

Pull hard!

"puff--"

Zhou Yanjin was choked and staggered forward. Before she could speak, a small, dark handprint appeared on her face.

"Hahahaha!"

Sile and Sitao burst into laughter without holding back, and even the usually composed Si'an's lips curled up wildly.

"What are you laughing at! Go to school!" Zhou Yanjin, with the muddy handprint still on her face, calmly kissed her daughter's forehead. "This is a medal my daughter gave me, you don't know anything about it."

This is Nuannuan at seven months old.

Her exploratory instincts are overflowing, and her destructive tendencies are beginning to emerge, but as long as she acts cute, the whole family can forgive all her "crimes" without any principles.

The days passed by one by one in a warm, crawling pattern.

In the blink of an eye, the little guy is eight months and three days old.

That afternoon, the cicadas chirping outside the window were a bit noisy, but the air conditioning inside was on, making it cool and pleasant.

Hua Yun, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen.

Nuannuan has recently developed a great appetite and has shown great enthusiasm for complementary foods. Huayun is carefully measuring the water temperature to prepare the organic rice cereal that is said to be specially supplied to the royal family.

In the living room, only Sile was with her younger sister.

Si'an and Si'tao were taken to the study by the old man to practice calligraphy. Zhou Yanjin hadn't finished get off work yet, and the grandparents had gone to the flower room to prune the orchids.

On the thick wool carpet, Nuannuan, wearing a pink romper with flutter sleeves, revealing her two chubby arms, sat obediently in Sile's lap.

Eight months old, Nuannuan can sit as steadily as a mountain.

Si Le is holding a brightly colored picture book for learning, and is patiently acting as a "little teacher".

"Little sister, look here."

Sile pointed to a cartoon picture of a mother holding her baby in the picture book, speaking slowly and clearly: "This is—Mom—Mom—".

Nuannuan blinked her big eyes, clutching a soft rubber deer toy in her hand. She absentmindedly took a bite of the deer leg, and drool dripped down the corner of her mouth.

"Stop eating deer legs, look at your brother."

Sile was not discouraged. She gently took her hand away, pointed to the picture, and even pointed to Huayun's busy figure in the kitchen.

"Look over there, who's that? It's Mom. Come on, repeat after your brother, Mom—Mom—"

Nuannuan followed Sile's finger and looked toward the kitchen.

That familiar figure, that person who always smelled of milk and gave a warm embrace.

The little guy paused for a moment.

She seemed to be thinking about what that syllable actually represented.

Sile was filled with anticipation: "Nian—Mom—Mom—"

Nuannuan's little mouth opened slightly.

Her pink lips moved slightly, as if gathering strength, or perhaps imitating the shape of a mouth making a sound.

Followed by.

A sound, though childish and somewhat indistinct, but absolutely clear and not an unconscious hum, came from that small throat:

"ma—ma—"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The picture book in Sile's hand fell onto the carpet with a "thud".

one second.

two seconds.

"Mommy!!! Mommy!!! Come quick!!!"

Sile jumped three feet high with excitement, her face flushed and her neck bulging as she roared at the kitchen, her voice cracking: "She spoke! My sister spoke!!!"

In the kitchen.

With a loud "clang".

Hua Yun dropped the spoon in her hand into the bowl, splashing a few drops of rice noodles. She didn't even bother to wipe her hands, and without even taking off her apron, she rushed out in a panic.

"What happened? What happened? Did you fall? Or did you swallow something?" Hua Yun's face was deathly pale, and her heart was pounding like a drum.

"no!"

Sile was so excited she danced around, grabbed Huayun's hand, pulled her in front of Nuannuan, and pointed at the bewildered little dumpling on the ground: "Little sister! She called for Mommy! She really did!"

Hua Yun was taken aback.

She looked down at her daughter on the carpet.

Nuannuan was tilting her little head back, her big, dark grape-like eyes fixed on her. She seemed a little startled by her brother's shout; the little one looked rather adorable.

"Warm and cozy?"

Hua Yun crouched down, her voice trembling slightly, and carefully coaxed, "Sweetie, what did you just say? Say it again for Mommy to hear, okay?"

Nuannuan looked at her mother, who was so close to her.

She suddenly grinned, revealing two baby teeth that had just emerged, resembling tiny grains of white rice.

The little guy stretched out his two chubby little hands, wanting a hug.

At the same time, that little mouth opened again, this time clearer and louder than before:

"Ma...ma!"