Hard work after winning the lottery

"Ding-dong—"

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, replying to customers from all over the world.

Some people asked about the taste of the mutton, some were concerned about the speed of the cold chain, and others simply shared their joy at receiving the mutton.

"Shopkeeper, your lamb is amazing! My mom says she hasn't tasted this authentic flavor in years!"

"We finished eating, and even drank all the soup. My child really enjoyed it, and we'll definitely buy it again next time!"

Every positive review is like the best reward for her and her family's hard work.

I'm exhausted, really exhausted.

Physical exhaustion often made her want to fall asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

But my heart felt more fulfilled and satisfied than ever before.

This feeling is like personally cultivating an oasis in a barren desert, where every blade of grass, every tree, every flower, and every fruit is imbued with one's own heart and soul, and exudes the fragrance of life.

Occasionally, her thoughts would drift uncontrollably to that distant, brightly lit city.

City A.

Zhou Yanjin.

That name rolled silently across my tongue, like a stone sinking into the deep sea, no longer able to stir up even the slightest ripple.

Sometimes, when she looked at Si'an's innate calm demeanor and his tightly pursed lips, she would be momentarily lost in thought.

Deep within those eyes and brows, there seemed to be a vague shadow.

But that shadow was too faint and too far away.

It felt so distant, like a long-forgotten story from a past life.

The man who once moved her heart, made her feel inferior, and broke her heart, along with that carefully cherished unrequited love, have all been washed away beyond recognition by the smell of milk, excrement, urine, and the sound of keyboard typing over the past hundred days and nights.

Will she still think of him?

maybe.

But that memory no longer carries love, nor even regret.

He simply became an unavoidable symbol in her life, the bloodline of her three precious children.

That's it.

She sometimes thinks that when her children grow up, they will ask about their father.

How will she explain herself then?

Should the character be portrayed as a handsome, wealthy, and unattainable CEO, or should the character be honest about that painful past?

The question lingered in her mind for only a moment before she dismissed it.

That day is too far away.

So far away that she didn't even need to worry about it.

Right now, all she wants to do is hold onto this happiness that is within her reach.

All she wants is to be with her three children, to grow up peacefully and happily on this land that gave her birth, nurtured her, and provided her with boundless strength.

This is enough.

This is her whole world.

……

As the sun sets, the last rays of its rays paint the sky a warm orange-gold.

Wisps of smoke rise from every corner of the village, blending seamlessly with the evening glow.

Hua Yun was pushing a specially made stroller that could seat three babies side by side.

This is a stroller for triplets that she specially bought online.

Li Guifen and Hua Shu walked beside her, their faces showing satisfied and contented smiles.

"Yunyun, look at the rice over there. This year's harvest is sure to be good." Huashu pointed to the golden rice fields in the distance, her tone full of the joy of a farmer.

"Yes, once the new rice is harvested, I'll make porridge for my little grandchildren," Li Guifen agreed, her gaze never leaving the three little ones in the stroller.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying the scent of rice and the fragrance of earth.

Si'an sat quietly, her big, dark eyes curiously observing this golden world.

Sile excitedly waved her slender arms, making "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds, as if greeting the birds flying by.

Sitao was the most restless, twisting and turning in the car, trying to reach out and grab the foxtail grass by the roadside.

"Oh, Huayun, taking the kid out for a walk?"

Aunt Li, walking towards us, was holding her little grandson Dundun's hand and greeted us with a smile.

"Yes, Aunt Li, have you eaten?" Hua Yun stopped and replied with a smile.

"I was just about to go back and make it!" Aunt Li's eyes were immediately drawn to the three "Fuwa" dolls in the stroller.

"Tsk tsk, I'm always amazed when I see them. These three babies are getting more and more handsome, just like the golden boys in those New Year's paintings, each one more beautiful than the last!"

Aunt Li stepped forward, extending her rough hands, wanting to touch but not daring to, for fear of breaking the porcelain dolls.

"Children grow quickly if they eat well and sleep well." Hua Yun smiled modestly, but her heart was full of tenderness.

"Absolutely!" Aunt Li straightened up and said enviously, "You're so lucky, Yunyun. Not only did you give birth to three such wonderful children, but your business is also thriving. I heard from my husband Huabing that your online store is really successful now. A lot of people in our village are working for you. They have jobs and make money, which is much better than working outside!"

"Only when everyone trusts me and works together can life get better and better."

"That's right, thanks to you!" Aunt Li gave a thumbs up, then sighed, "Unlike my two kids, who are away from home all year round, Dundun hardly recognizes his parents anymore."

A few simple, everyday words reveal the changes and helplessness in the countryside.

Hua Yun watched Aunt Li lead Dun Dun away into the distance, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She lowered her head and looked at the three innocent faces in the stroller.

The golden sunset cast a gentle glow on their fluffy hair.

Their eyes reflected the tranquil field and the magnificent sunset.

very nice.

Hua Yun's lips unconsciously curved upwards into a large arc.

That golden sunset eventually sank into the western mountains.

Happy times are always chased by time, but children's growth never stops.

As autumn turned to winter, and the first frost whitened the roof tiles, the three little ones entered their eighth month of life.

Glistening saliva streamed down their chubby chins, forming little rivulets that soaked patches of their clothes.

Li Guifen changes her three grandsons' bibs seven or eight times a day, but her chest gets soaked again soon after she puts them on.

"It's about to grow teeth."

Grandma Hua looked at the three sticky little ones and, based on her rich experience, made a judgment.

Teething discomfort struck all three babies at the same time.

They became unusually irritable, prone to crying and making a fuss, as if a little monster had taken up residence inside them.

During the day, they drooled in the living room, biting everything in sight.

Teething toys bought specially, colorful toys, walnuts that Grandpa Hua Mutou couldn't bear to part with, and even their own little feet.

Si'an was a little better. He just silently and persistently gnawed on his little fist until it was red, his brows furrowed tightly, like a little adult who was enduring hardship.

Sile, on the other hand, displayed his irritability to the fullest. He grabbed whatever he could and stuffed it into his mouth. When he couldn't fit anything in, he would yell and thrash about, like an angry little lion.

The most troublesome one is Si Tao.