I was reborn after my cousin stole my life.

Chapter 199: Naming

Jiang Zhou and Yuan Xiu exchanged a glance; they really hadn't decided on a name yet.

Yuan Xiu: "Have you thought it through?"

Jiang Zhou: "How about the sunrise and sunset?"

"Not very good." An Hui rolled her eyes at Jiang Zhou. "You've racked your brains, and these are the only two names you could come up with? Couldn't you have come up with something better?"

"What's wrong with this name?" Jiang Zhou thought it sounded great. "Jiang Chaoyang, Jiang Wanxia, ​​one in the morning and one in the evening, one strong and one gentle, the meaning is also good, the morning sun and the evening glow."

Mrs. Shen nodded: "This name does sound nice, and it's easy to pronounce."

Yuan Xiu looked at An Hui: "Or, Mom, should we also talk about the name you chose for the child?"

An Hui smiled and said, "Jiangnan Qiao, Jiangnan Zhi, how about it? Sounds good, right?"

Yuan Xiu nodded, "It sounds nice."

The names Jiang Zhou and her mother-in-law chose reflect the naming characteristics of two different eras. Her mother-in-law's names are more poetic and picturesque, while Jiang Zhou's names carry a sense of 'righteousness'.

Yuan Xiu also found it difficult to make a decision.

Shen's mother did not participate in their family's lawsuit and left after sitting for a while.

Jiang Zhou and An Hui begin vying for the child's right to be credited.

It wasn't that An Hui wanted to take it; she genuinely felt that the names her son had chosen for her beautiful granddaughter were unpleasant to hear. They were so tacky—whether it was "evening glow" or "rising sun"—they were just so vulgar!

If you stand on the street and shout, several people will shout "Sunrise" or "Sunset".

With such a high rate of name duplication, even if it sounds nice, it shouldn't be chosen.

"This is the name I gave you. It was originally called Zhizhou, taken from 'Guan Guan Jujiu, on the islet in the river.' But your dad kept calling it Jiangzhou and couldn't change it. But it's okay, Zhizhou is a literary name, but you are not literary at all. It does fit the name 'Jiangzhou,' which sounds like a passionate young man."

Yuan Xiu: ...That does indeed fit.

An Hui: "Or the child can choose for themselves."

Jiang Zhou: "They're so young, how can they choose for themselves?"

An Hui smiled and said, "That's easy."

She bent down and picked up her little sister. "Nanzhi, little Zhizhi, do you like this name? If you do, smile! Come here, smile for Grandma! Oh, our Nanzhi is so good!"

An Hui gently teased her younger sister in a soft voice. The younger sister stared at her blankly for a while. Even though she couldn't see clearly, she could feel the warm love. Soon, she grinned and smiled.

Jiang Zhou picked up his older brother: "Chaoyang! Do you like this name?"

Brother: "...Waaaaah!"

Jiang Zhou: ...I've wasted all my time serving this brat!

Yuan Xiu couldn't help but laugh; her mother-in-law was too shrewd.

An Hui looked at her son triumphantly: "It seems Nan Qiao doesn't like the name you chose."

She placed her whimpering younger sister in Yuan Xiu's arms, and took her older brother from Jiang Zhou's arms, "Nan Qiao, be good, don't cry, don't cry, Grandma will hold you, oh oh oh..."

The older brother pouted twice, looking aggrieved, and quickly stopped crying.

"Our two little darlings have much better taste than their father."

Jiang Zhou: "..."

The names of the two children were decided: the older brother, Jiangnan Qiao, and the younger sister, Jiangnan Zhi.

Yuan Xiu stayed in the hospital for observation for two days, and on the morning of the third day, she was discharged with her two children, all bundled up tightly.

To avoid the wind, Jiang Zhou had her hold her younger sister while he pushed the bicycle, and An Hui held her older brother in her arms.

After entering the compound, the neighbors they encountered along the way all gathered around the child. Some were tactful, knowing that Yuan Xiu had just given birth and that although it was still hot, it was already autumn, so it wasn't good to stay outside for long. They would say hello, take a quick look, and then leave.

Some people are tactless and waste time by asking all sorts of questions.

An Hui naturally didn't give Jiang Zhou a friendly look, and instead scolded him fiercely, "What a waste of time! Hurry up and take your wife back. If she catches a cold, you'll be the one with a headache later!"

After they left, several military dependents whispered among themselves, "Wasn't Yuan Xiu's mother-in-law supposed to be a good person? She doesn't seem like she has a good temper to me."

"Exactly! If she even scolds her own son, how can she expect to get along with her daughter-in-law?"

Sister-in-law Guiying, passing by, rolled her eyes upon hearing this. "Is she criticizing Director Jiang? She's criticizing those who waste time. They're all women, they've all given birth. Can a woman in postpartum confinement stay outside for long? That's how they show love to their daughter-in-law!"

Those who waste time: "..."

……

After Yuan Xiu entered the house, Jiang Zhou helped her lie down on the bed. The two children had been asleep the whole way, but when they arrived home, they were found with their eyes open, playing with their little hands.

Yuan Xiu sat half-upright on the bed, picked up his younger sister and started breastfeeding her. Whether it was because he saw his sister breastfeeding and he didn't eat, or because he smelled the milk, his older brother opened his little hands and grabbed at it, and immediately burst into tears, his voice very loud!

Jiang Zhou picked him up. "Can't you wait a bit? Why are you crying? You'll just attract your sister's attention again."

Yuan Xiu quickly looked at her daughter, who was holding her "milk bottle" and nursing while making soft, whimpering noises.

After she finished eating, her eyes darted around in the direction from which the crying had come from.

Yuan Xiu put down her younger sister and quickly fed her older brother.

As soon as the baby bottle was in his mouth, the older brother stopped crying and drank from it in big gulps.

Jiang Zhou taught him, "You are the older brother, you should know how to be modest. Your sister is so much younger than you and is weak. You have to let her have her breast milk. You can't just start crying loudly every time you're unhappy, and you can't even shed a tear. Look at yourself, there isn't a single tear on your face."

Yuan Xiu nearly burst out laughing. "Do you think he can understand?"

Jiang Zhou said seriously, "Even if you don't understand, you have to say it. Chairman Mao said that education should start from childhood!"

Yuan Xiu looked at the 'little baby' in her arms.

Jiang Zhou took three days of paternity leave. During these three days, he was in charge of changing and washing diapers for the baby and preparing postpartum meals for Yuan Xiu. An Hui assisted her, not because she didn't want to, but because Jiang Zhou didn't trust her to do it.

Once Jiang Zhou started work, these tasks fell to her. She could wash the diapers that were just wet with urine, but for those that had soiled her, she would simply put them in a basin in the backyard and wash them when Jiang Zhou came back.

As for preparing postpartum meals for Yuan Xiu, the chicken was killed by Jiang Zhou in advance, and the meat and vegetables that the family ate were also bought by Jiang Zhou early in the morning from the market and sent back to the camp.

An Hui's cooking skills are indeed not very good. It's edible, but even An Hui herself can't get used to it, let alone whether Yuan Xiu can eat it or not.

As for the extra meals prepared for Yuan Xiu in the morning and afternoon...

The rice pudding was loose, and you couldn't see the shape of a whole egg. It didn't taste like a poached egg. The steamed egg custard was also overcooked and shrunken.

The only good thing was the porridge; it wasn't too dry or too watery, and the amount of water was just right.

Yuan Xiu couldn't say her mother-in-law was doing a bad job. Her mother-in-law's cooking skills weren't great, but she was very generous. Yesterday, she put a gold bracelet on each of the two children's wrists, with bells hanging from the bracelets. When the little hands swayed, the bells jingled. Hearing this sound, the older brother had cried less these past two days, waving his little hands around and playing by himself.

His younger sister stopped crying and fussing while nursing in front of him.

Even so, the whole family still eagerly hoped that Aunt Zhao could arrive as soon as possible.