Chapter 358

In the past, Lu Mu used to make light colors, regardless of men and women. Now she knows that she is a girl. Naturally, she needs to make more dresses, skirts, shoes, handkerchiefs for girls, and silk flowers.

Song Xintong can probably understand Lu Mu's mind. In her previous life, she thought more than once that if she had a daughter, she would dress up beautifully. Now she finally has a chance. Clothes can't help, so she has to work hard on other decorations.

Lying in the cot, the little girl who is sleeping soundly still doesn't know that her mother has made up her mind to dress up the way she did in the past ten years. She just licks her mouth. It seems that she still misses the days when she lived in her mother's belly.

"Do you have a name for your daughter?" Song Xintong knew that Lu Yunkai had thought about some things, but they were all for boys, because at that time, everyone thought they were boys, but the gender changed as soon as they came out!

"I'll think about it now." Lu Yun is about to get up and go outside.

"Don't worry. It's almost midnight now. It's up to you." Song Xintong took Lu Yunkai's hand and said, "I'm not in a hurry for half a day."

"It's OK. I can't sleep. I'll go now." Lu Yun started talking and ran outside.

Mother Lu came in with the boiled mash and poached eggs and sat up with song Xintong: "Xintong, have a rest after eating."

"Thank you, mother." Song Xintong took the bowl, not hot, should be specially cold just brought over, "autumn mother-in-law and aunt Xie, they went back?"

"I went back after supper and said I would come back tomorrow." Lu's mother gesticulated and said, "I also gave them a red envelope of five Liang silver. Xiaoyue and Daya have both, which makes everyone happy."

"Fortunately, my mother was thoughtful, otherwise I would have forgotten it." Song Xintong had drunk all the mash and sweet soup, and his warmth slid down his mouth to his stomach. He was very comfortable and warm all over.

Lu's mother took the bowl and said, "go to bed earlier. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Good mother." Song Xintong was lying on the bed, feeling the loose skin and flesh on his stomach. He sighed helplessly and turned to his daughter who was sleeping in the cradle. "My mother ruined her image for you. In the future, I have to listen to my mother's words and be filial to my mother. Otherwise, my mother will spank you!"

When tomorrow's body is strong, she will take white silk to wrap her stomach. It can't be deformed. She also needs a thin waist and waistline. Otherwise, Lu Xiucai will dislike her. What can we do?

After a hard night, song Xintong's eyelids became more and more heavy and soon fell asleep.

By the time she woke up, it was morning.

Wang came in with the breakfast. He and Daya put the small table on the bed and put the same things on the table. There were mashed poached eggs, shredded chicken and medlar porridge, yam cake, and soybean and pig's feet soup.

"So much?" Song Xintong knows that confinement requires a lot of tonics, but what do you think of the greasy pig's hoof soup in the early morning?

"Girl, if you want to feed the young lady yourself, you have to drink more pig's hoof soup and more milk." Wang advised.

It's not popular in Taohua village to invite a wet nurse, either to feed herself or to catch a sheep to feed. But in this winter, where can we find a newborn cow or sheep?

For her daughter's rations, greasy pig's hoof soup, she can only dry!

After breakfast, song Xintong belched contentedly.

At this time, the little meat ball sleeping in the crib suddenly burst into tears. The voice was loud and clear throughout the room, and it was powerful.

Song Xintong can't help but say: "loud voice."

Wang chuckled and picked up the little meatball. After checking it, he said, "girl, little miss should be hungry."

"Come on, then." Song Xintong takes her daughter over, carefully holds her child, lifts her loose clothes, and puts her crying child on her chest. She is familiar with her own way.

Wang they cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

Soon, another step came. Song Xintong thought it was Wang. When the door was opened, it turned out to be Lu Yunkai. He walked in with a worried face: "I heard the child cry. What's the matter?"

"She's hungry." Song Xintong is not very nice to pull the quilt to cover his exposed white chest.

Her subconscious shielding action was seen in the fundus of Lu Yunkai's eyes. Lu Yunkai sat on the side of the bed with a smile, "I haven't seen it yet."

"That's not good either." Song Xintong angrily glanced at him, "don't disturb your daughter's meal."

"Don't disturb, don't disturb." Lu Yunkai looked at her with a smile, "sweet?"

"How do I know?" Song Xintong stares at Lu Yun, who is a little obscene. He turns the topic and says, "you haven't been back to your room all night. Have you been in your study all the time?"

Lu Yunkai looked at his daughter's food ration with a gloomy look. He moved his eyes impatiently, raised his hand against his lips, and coughed twice: "I thought about some names and left a few. Which one do you think is better?"

"Well, what do you think?" Song Xintong reached out and touched her daughter's wrinkled face. She didn't know when she would grow white.

"We thought about it a few times. Lu Yi means beautiful and beautiful. And Lu Ningxue, because she was born in this cold winter, and Lu xiangnuan, because it's you... "Lu Yun was embarrassed to go on, and his ears were slightly red.

"Because what happened to me?" Song Xintong looked at him tenderly.

Because you always warm my heart in March, before his heart without waves, no emotion, rigid and silent. When she came, she made him feel more emotional, and his emotions also changed around her. He liked the feeling of happiness, anger, sadness and clear emotion.

"Which do you think is better?" Lu asked

"Well, Lu Yi is very charming, but the word is very difficult. Your daughter will cry when she learns to write. It's better to call her Lu xiangnuan. I really hope this winter will pass soon. I like spring and this name." Song Xintong said with his own preference.

Lu Yunkai pursed his lips and laughed. He likes this, too.

"That's it." Song Xintong reached out his hand and gently touched xiaotuanzi, who was already full. His voice said gently: "xiangnuan, you will call xiangnuan later. Xiangnuan, xiangnuan, xiaoxiangnuan..."

"She's cracked. She likes the name." Song Xintong bowed his head to kiss the little girl's eyebrow, "I like the name that my father gave you, right?"

It's sunny outside. The sunlight slants into the room through the window panes. It falls on the bed, on the body, and on the long hair of song Xintong. It's full of light.

Lu Yunkai looked at his wife, who was holding her daughter and talking. The years were quiet, and that's what it is.