Hard work after winning the lottery

"Look at the third son's spirit, he's definitely got the makings of an athlete!" Old Master Hua Mutou exclaimed in amazement.

The children are growing up, changing every day, and becoming more and more different each day.

Hua Yun's body also fully recovered without her even realizing it.

The wound on her abdomen had long since healed, leaving only a light pink scar, telling Hua Yun that she had become a mother.

The strength that had been drained has long since been replenished in my limbs and bones.

She began to take over more of the childcare duties from her mother and grandmother.

Feeding, changing diapers, and putting her to sleep—things that used to keep her busy—are now done with ease.

She can even bathe the three little ones all by herself in an orderly manner.

Li Guifen and her grandmother felt both gratified and heartbroken seeing how capable she was.

"Take it easy, don't tire yourself out."

"Mom, Grandma, you should rest too. You've worked so hard these past few days," Hua Yun replied with a smile, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, but her eyes shone brighter than ever before.

Her physical recovery also means that she can devote more energy back to her career.

Under Hua Yi's management, Xishan Muyun's online store has seen a steady increase in reputation and sales.

Hua Yun sat back down in front of the computer.

Instead of going to Xishan, she chose to work from home.

She transformed a corner of the living room into a temporary workspace, where she could work and take care of her child at the same time.

A laptop and a dedicated customer service phone are all she has.

"Ding-dong—"

The notification sounds from the customer service software became the second source of background music in this household, after the baby's cries.

"Dear customer, the lamb in our restaurant comes from free-range lamb raised at Xishan Ranch. They graze on alfalfa and drink spring water, resulting in tender meat with absolutely no gamey smell."

"Dear customer, if you place your order today, we will vacuum-pack it and ship it via cold chain first thing tomorrow morning, ensuring it will be the freshest it can be when you receive it."

She held a baby who was nursing in one arm, while her other hand typed rapidly on the keyboard.

Sometimes, Sitao would squirm impatiently in her arms, and she would gently bounce him while patiently answering the customer's various questions.

Hua Yi is in charge of customer service during the day, while she mainly handles the evenings and some difficult after-sales issues.

The two worked together seamlessly, and the online store's operation became increasingly smooth.

Time, amidst the aroma of milk, the scent of grass, and the sound of keyboard tapping, is divided into busy and fulfilling segments.

Hua Yun bought a very large photo album.

She developed all the photos that Hua An had taken before, as well as all the photos she had taken afterward.

The children looked like three little monkeys when they were first born.

By the time it reached its full moon, it had grown a little more and looked adorable.

And now, they are three chubby little people with delicate features.

She carefully inserted the photos into the album one by one, in chronological order.

Beneath each photo, she wrote down the date and her feelings at the time in her neat handwriting.

"On August 15th, Si'an smiled at me for the first time, and my heart melted."

"On September 2nd, Sile learned to lift her head and held it for a full ten seconds. Great job!"

"On September 20th, Sitao successfully rolled over for the first time, startling herself. She looked so cute."

Late at night.

The three little ones finally fell asleep peacefully in their own little beds.

The even breathing sounds rose and fell, like the most beautiful lullaby.

Hua Yun didn't go to rest immediately, but sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching them in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

Si'an was sleeping soundly, her little brows slightly furrowed, like a handsome little old man contemplating life.

Sile smacked her lips, a sweet smile playing on her lips, lost in a beautiful dream.

Sitao was the most restless sleeper, sprawled out on her back, taking up most of the crib, with one little foot dangling on the side railing.

Her gaze lingered on the sleeping faces.

These three little ones are the continuation of her life, her entire armor and her Achilles' heel.

No matter how long you watch it, you can never get enough.

Time seems to be fast-forwarded as children grow up.

In the blink of an eye, autumn is in full swing, the weather is getting cooler, and the three little ones are almost six months old.

A six-month-old baby is no longer just a little bundle of flesh that can only lie down.

Their world began to become three-dimensional and vibrant.

The most noticeable change is in the complementary foods on the dining table.

Li Guifen specially used the newly harvested rice from her home to cook the most delicate and soft rice paste.

It was a pure, natural grain aroma.

The three little ones sat side by side in a specially made baby high chair, with cute waterproof bibs around their necks, like three little penguins waiting for their meal.

Hua Yun scooped up a small spoonful of warm rice paste and carefully brought it to the mouth of her eldest son, Si'an.

Si'an frowned slightly. He first took a small, wary sip, then smacked his lips, seemingly analyzing the unfamiliar taste.

A few seconds later, he calmly opened his mouth and accepted the second bite.

From beginning to end, it was quiet, calm, and as always, reassuring.

When it was the second child, Sile's, turn, the style of the conversation changed drastically.

Before the spoon even got close, he excitedly cried out "Ah ah!" and fluttered his little hands and feet in the air.

As soon as the rice cereal entered his mouth, he immediately grinned, his toothless mouth squinting into slits.

His happy mood was very contagious. He ate while gesturing wildly, getting rice cereal all over his face, like a little kitten who had successfully stolen a bite.

Hua Yun and Li Guifen were amused by him and burst into laughter.

The third son, Si Tao, perfectly exemplifies the saying "haste makes waste."

Seeing that his older brothers all had food, he eagerly leaned forward in his high chair, his little mouth wide open, making "hmm hmm" sounds to urge them on.

When the spoon was finally brought to his mouth, he couldn't wait to "bite" it and even reached out his little hand to grab the spoon, resulting in his hands getting covered in rice cereal.

He rubbed his eyes with his little hand covered in rice paste, instantly turning into a pitiful little panda.

The living room was filled with the sounds of children laughing and playing, adults coaxing and urging them on, and the crisp sound of spoons hitting the rim of bowls.

It was chaotic, yet filled with the warmth of everyday life.

Children's exploration of the world has also spread from their mouths to their limbs.

They were full of curiosity about everything.

A single falling leaf can keep Sile staring at it for ages.

The old-fashioned radio in Grandpa Hua's hand was Si'an's favorite toy; he always wanted to reach out his little hand to touch the square box that made sounds.

As for Sitao, his activity range has expanded from the bed to the living room floor mat.

His crawling skills became increasingly proficient, as he burrowed around on the mat, aiming for everything within his reach—slippers, remote controls, even table legs.

Hua Yun's life is completely filled with these small but vibrant daily moments.

During the day, she and her family take care of the children, witnessing their every little bit of progress.

At night, after the children have gone to sleep, she turns on the lamp in the corner of the living room and begins her work.