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Li Dawei's eyes had already caught a glimpse of the little guy in the nurse's arms. He raised his hand, not knowing whether to pick it up or what to do.

The nurse handed the child to him and informed several people of the child's birth information.

"Congratulations, you are a healthy girl, weighing six pounds and one tael. She was born at 8:05 pm on February 2, 1992."

Zhao Yong quickly glanced at the quilt and asked worriedly: "How is my wife?"

The nurse smiled and said: "The mother is in good condition and will be out soon."

With that said, he asked Li Dawei and Wang Xiaojuan about their identities and learned that they were the child's grandparents. They asked the grandmother to take the child back first, while the grandfather and her husband stayed behind. They might have to help the mother to the hospital bed later, which is a strenuous job.

At Li Manjun's strong request, she did not come out in neutral position. The scarf she brought in came in handy and was wrapped around it, so that she was less embarrassed when transferring the hospital bed.

Maybe it was her first time to give birth to a baby. From the moment she left the delivery room, Li Manjun was in a very high state of mind. Zhao Yong asked her to lie down and have a good sleep. Li Manjun couldn't help but ask Wang Xiaojuan and Li Dawei to question them.

"Mom, do you think she looks like me? Why do I feel like she looks a little weird? Is she ugly?"

"Dad, don't hold her all the time. The nurse said she doesn't need to hold her if she doesn't cry."

Li Dawei couldn't bear to let go. He was very excited to hold his granddaughter. Hearing Li Manjun's words, he yelled at her, "What nonsense are you talking about? Our little girl is so beautiful."

Wang Xiaojuan helped her pack her clothes and put them beside the bed. She took a look at her daughter's weak but excited face and said nonsense seriously:

"When you were first born, you were not as good-looking as your daughter. Didn't you become prettier as she grew older?"

"Really?" Li Manjunhu asked.

Wang Xiaojuan felt guilty because of her overly sincere eyes. She walked away and came to Li Dawei and gave a random hum.

Li Dawei laughed, turned back to Li Manjun and said, "Your mother is coaxing you."

Li Manjun sighed, feeling melancholy.

Wang Xiaojuan took the baby over, put it under her arm, and told her how to feed her baby more comfortably.

Zhao Yong booked a private ward very early. There were no outsiders in the room. Li Manjun was more relaxed. He lifted up his clothes and tried to feed his daughter her first mouthful of breast milk.

Li Dawei consciously walked out, closed the ward door, and waited for his son-in-law to return after paying the fee.

Speaking of which, Zhao Yong, a father, had not even had time to hold his daughter. He had to pay here, sign there, and ran up and down the stairs several times.

I don’t know how busy I am now.

After a while, Zhao Yong came back. He said hello at a restaurant near the hospital, asked his father-in-law and mother-in-law to go down for dinner, and packed rice and soup for Li Manjun.

Wang Xiaojuan said: "You two have worked hard. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so the family must be prepared no matter what. Besides, when the child comes to our family, we must celebrate it well."

"In the evening, Xiaoyong, please stay in the hospital and take care of the two of them. Give me the keys to your home. Your dad and I will go home to prepare. I also brought two old hens back from home. I will ask your dad to deliver food in the morning. , stop by to exchange for Xiaoyong."

"Everyone takes turns, do you think this arrangement is okay?"

Zhao Yong was extremely grateful. In time for the New Year's Eve, the confinement nanny he invited would not come until the second day of the Lunar New Year. During these three days, without the help of two elders, he would definitely not be able to do it alone.

He handed the keys to his mother-in-law and told them to go to the restaurant downstairs for dinner first, don't worry about money, and just take a taxi home.

Li Dawei glanced at his granddaughter again before reluctant to leave.

The ward suddenly became quiet, and the couple looked at each other. Li Manjun smiled and waved to him gently, "Come and see, she is so good after eating."

Zhao Yong took a deep breath, ran to the bathroom to wash his hands, shook them, and squatted nervously by the bed, looking longingly at the well-fed and asleep baby in Li Manjun's arms.

It was a small ball, no bigger than his hand. The little mouth moved, wondering if it was reminiscing about the meal provided by its mother just now.

"Is this really our daughter?" He asked as if he didn't dare to confirm, and gently poked her little face with his fingers, so tender that he quickly retracted his hand for fear of breaking her delicate skin.

Li Manjun nodded slightly, "Yes."

"That's great." He held the big and small hands of their mother and daughter, and an indescribable gratitude surged into his heart, which was so sour that it made the corners of his eyes red.

"God has treated me well." Zhao Yong said with emotion.

Seeing that his mood was not in the right direction, Li Manjun hurriedly said that he was hungry, which instantly washed away the sourness accumulated by Zhao Yong.

He gently touched his daughter's little face with his fingers, then smiled and stood up to help Li Manjun open the rice and feed it to her.

Li Manjun ate all the soup and rice brought by Zhao Yong. After eating, he lay on the bed and shouted softly: "I really want to drink milk tea." Although this was impossible.

Zhao Yong, who had washed the dishes and walked out of the bathroom, frowned in confusion after hearing half of it. What's so good about milk tea?

He thought it was Mongolian milk tea and kept it in mind. The next day, when Li Dawei brought Zhao Yong back with the chicken soup that Wang Xiaojuan had stewed early in the morning, he immediately asked Wang Xiaojuan:

"Mom, Manjun said she wants to drink milk tea, will you do it?"

Wang Xiaojuan, who was preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, was stunned, "She said she wanted to drink milk tea?"

"Yeah." Zhao Yong nodded affirmatively. Manjun had worked hard for ten months, and he wanted to fulfill her little wish.

"Hiss—" Wang Xiaojuan bit her lip, "Then I'll think about it."

Milk tea is just milk and tea. Wang Xiaojuan asked Zhao Yong to quickly finish the food left in the rice cooker and go inside to catch up on his sleep. She took off her apron and went downstairs to buy ingredients.

On New Year's Eve, someone opened the door. Wang Xiaojuan bought two bottles of pure milk and weighed two taels of tea. I bought all the ingredients and took them home. According to my own understanding of milk tea, I first wrapped the tea in gauze and soaked it in a teapot. Then I poured the milk into an aluminum pot and heated it. Finally, I poured the brewed tea into the milk and stirred it. , add two rock sugars, scoop it up and take a bite, it’s not bad.

"That's it!" Wang Xiaojuan was full of confidence. She found a thermos and put the prepared milk tea in it. When Zhao Yong caught up on his sleep at noon, she asked him to deliver it to Li Manjun along with lunch.

Zhao Yong walked into the ward with a lunch box in his left hand and a thermos bottle in his right hand.

When he saw Li Manjun, he said, "I've brought you milk tea!"

Li Manjun was stunned. Did she hear it correctly?

His eyes lit up unconsciously, looking at Zhao Yong expectantly.

He put down the lunch box first, said hello to his father-in-law who was holding the child, and teased his daughter who only knew how to eat and go to bed. Then he opened the thermos, poured a cup of milk tea from a cup and handed it to Li Manjun.

"Look, this is the milk tea you want, right? Mom bought fresh milk and tea and made it by herself. Please try it!"

Only then did Li Manjun realize that this milk tea was not that milk tea, but the wishes of Zhao Yong and his parents made this cup of milk tea taste the way she wanted.

She picked up the cup and drank more than half of it in one breath. The warm milk with the aroma of tea melted directly into her heart, "It tastes great!"