1940s: I supported my wife and sister-in-law by hunting.

Seeing that Lianhua was still a little embarrassed, Chen Liushi spoke up directly. "Your own man, whatever he may be, has to make sure my eldest granddaughter has milk."

When Lianhua thought of her hungry, whimpering daughter, her own aching chest, and the hardship her sister Xinghua faced feeding two children, she felt no reluctance.

She kept this method in mind and waited for Gaoshan to bring her daughter back.

Not long after, Chen Gaoshan carried his eldest daughter, who was full and asleep, back into the house. Lianhua, not caring about being shy, reached out and beckoned him to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), with only one thought in her mind.

As long as it can help with milk production and ensure the baby gets enough to eat, we'll try anything.

She whispered in his ear for a while.

After listening to what she said, Chen Gaoshan said, "What's the big deal? I'd love to! Let's do it now!"

As he spoke, he leaned his head closer.

For two days in a row, whenever he had free time during the day and at night, Chen Gaoshan took care of Lianhua according to the method, gently pressing and relieving the swelling and pain by relying on the techniques he had learned from his teachers.

He had barely gotten started by the second night.

"Um?"

Yes, that's the taste!

Sweet and delicious!

He quickly stopped what he was doing and grinned.

"Lotus, your milk has come in! Your milk ducts are open!"

Lotus looked down and realized it was true.

He quickly turned to the side, pulled his daughter into his arms, and handed her over by lifting his shirt.

The little one seemed to smell his mother's scent, nuzzled his head, and took her mouth in tightly, sucking hard and munching away with great gusto.

This is the first time that Da Ya, the eldest daughter of the Chen family, has been breastfed by her own mother since she was born.

Seeing my daughter eating heartily and energetically in my arms, all the guilt that had been weighing on my heart for the past two days disappeared.

Lotus breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Shanzi, we can't keep calling our daughter Daya and Erya. We need to give her two proper names."

Chen Gaoshan wiped the stains off his upper lip with the back of his hand.

"I've already decided on the names in my mind. Both of them are daughters, born very early in the morning, with big, thick earlobes, which means they are blessed."

The eldest daughter is named Chen Qingping, and the second daughter is named Chen Qingan. May they live peaceful and safe lives, free from disasters and hardships. What do you think?

Lotus recited it twice.

"It sounds beautiful, so beautiful! Qingping and Qing'an, so melodious and elegant. Shanzi, you're really talented, you can even come up with such good names."

"You choose the formal name, and I'll take care of the nickname. Kids in the village are easy to raise with simple names, so let's call them Da Mao or Er Mao, simple and straightforward, and grow up well."

And so, the formal and nicknames of the two girls were decided together.

With two more people joining the family, Old Chen kept a stern face all day, remaining silent and not interested in getting involved in the naming process.

Originally, all he could think about was the boy's name, but he didn't expect two girls to come up in a row.

Time flies, and Lotus and Apricot Blossom's confinement period is over.

Chen Liu and Chen Guilan had saved up three months' worth of eggs in advance, all to nourish their daughters-in-law who were in their second month of confinement.

There's never a shortage of oil and fat at home.

Mother couldn't take care of both of them by herself, so her aunt came over to lend a hand, and Xiaxia, who was half-grown, also helped.

Washing the urine ring, cooking over a fire, and the apricot blossoms and lotus flowers also recovered very well.

After a month of care, Lotus and Apricot Blossom have become rosy and glowing, and their bodies have visibly plumped up. Their faces have become rounder, and the two bags are at least two sizes larger than before.

Even Chen Gaoshan, who was helping to take care of the new mother, gained some weight.

The two babies changed every day, their little faces wrinkled, red, and shriveled when they were first born.

Her skin has become fairer and more delicate, her wrinkles have softened, and you can see the girl's refined features.

Da Mao's long head gradually became rounder and looked much better.

Old Chen still harbored a resentment in his heart.

Ever since his two daughters were born, he's been sullen, working in the fields and feeding the livestock. When he gets home, he squats in the yard smoking a pipe. Besides, it's not convenient for an old man like him to go into his daughters-in-law's room.

That day, the kang (heated brick bed) in the house was very warm, and Chen Liushi, seeing how the head of the household was behaving, couldn't hold back her anger any longer.

While Lianhua and Xinghua were busy outside, she picked up the sleeping Da Mao and carried him back to their room, blocking Chen Laonian's way after he finished smoking a pipe.

Before he could dodge, Chen Liushi, without saying a word, stuffed the soft, fluffy fur into his arms.

"Hold on tight, don't throw her away, don't hide. She's from the Chen family, she carries Shanzi's blood, she's your own granddaughter, what are you hiding from? What are you complaining about! You're still hiding, hold her tight."

Old Chen froze, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

A tiny, light, and soft bundle in my arms, wrapped in a small blanket, just a small piece.

He instinctively wanted to stuff it back into Shanzi's mother's hands, his brows furrowed, but he dared not move too much, afraid that he would be too clumsy.

"What are you doing, dawdling around? Take it away! What are you giving it to me for, you spendthrift old woman? Don't you have anything better to do?"

But the baby in his arms was fast asleep, his little nose twitching slightly, his little fists clenched, nestled quietly in his arms, not making a fuss at all.

Chen Liu stood to the side, watching. "Hold her tight, look at her carefully. Don't keep getting stuck on this. What's wrong with the girl? Isn't she a member of the Chen family? Isn't she of your Chen family blood?"

Old Chen could only hold on stiffly, not daring to exert any force.

At first, he thought to himself, "He's not a kid, he can't carry the family, so there's nothing special about him."

But just holding him like that, smelling the milky scent, and looking down, you could see the child's fair face, thick earlobes, and eyebrows and eyes that resembled those of the Chen family.

Gradually, they started to loosen their grip.

They are all of the Chen family's bloodline; she is Chen Laonian's own granddaughter, carrying the Chen family's blood.

No matter how good other people's children are, they are still outsiders. Your own children are always more caring than those wild kids from outside.

Once this thought came to mind, most of my previous dislike and resentment disappeared.

He carefully tucked the small blanket in his arms, afraid that the wind would get in and make the child cold.

He no longer avoided eye contact and began to examine the large fur in his arms for the first time.

It's no wonder that Chen Laonian's granddaughter is so quiet and well-behaved; she's much more peaceful than the crying and tantrum-throwing children in other families.

Seeing his act, Chen Liu thought, "He's really good at pretending. What's wrong with him now? He can't keep up the act anymore."

From that day on, Old Chen's heart took a completely different turn.

No longer deliberately avoiding the kang room in the west wing or the east room, I would always unconsciously glance into the room.

Later, they directly asked Shanzi's mother to bring the two children into their room every day for a while. The more they looked at them, the more they loved them and cared for them.