I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

"Father, Xiangxi and I have discussed it and decided to take the character 'Xue' (雪, snow) and another character 'Cheng' (承, inherit) that we've already discussed. So we'll call him Yang Chengxue."

Cheng: It implies inheritance and responsibility.

It was a character that the Yang family had chosen long ago.

"Chengxue, that's fine, that's a good name. What about a nickname? Have you thought of a nickname yet?" Father Yang was very satisfied with the name.

"I want Xiao Chengzi as a nickname, and Xiangxi wants Xuebao."

"Xiao Chengzi? I'm still a little stool. I just listened to Xiangxi and called him Xuebao." Father Yang turned and went back into the house.

Okay, Olaf is a pretty good song too.

The entire Yang family was busy with Xuebao's arrival.

During the day, Xiangxi hardly needs to take care of the child herself.

Yang's mother took care of Xiangxi in the morning, and Mingle took care of her in the afternoon. Everyone was trying their best to give Xiangxi enough rest time.

Xuebao was quite fussy at night, probably because she wasn't getting enough goat milk, and she would wake up every hour or so.

Xiangxi sleeps a lot during the day and is better at night.

Yang Tongchuan was no match for him. Working all day at the yamen and then staying up all night was too much for him to handle in the long run.

Faced with Xiang Xi's firm stance, Yang Tongchuan had no choice but to take his pillow and move to the next room.

"When can I come back?" Yang Tongchuan really didn't want to sleep in the cabin by himself.

"Look at what you're saying, it's not like I'm not letting you in. You can come back when Xuebao can sleep through the night." Xiangxi coaxed Yang Tongchuan, trying to calm him down.

Yang Tongchuan dawdled, unwilling to leave.

After all, since getting married, except for the times when she couldn't go home at night, she had never been separated from Xiangxi.

"Remember to cover yourself with a blanket at night. If Xuebao gets really fussy, just call me. Don't try to hold it in by yourself." Yang Tongchuan was still worried.

"I know, don't worry. Go to sleep, tomorrow is New Year's Eve. You still have to patrol." Xiangxi pushed Yang Tongchuan out.

With such a big man gone, the room suddenly felt much more spacious.

"My dear Olaf, it's just the two of us tonight, you have to do me the honor."

Looking at Xuebao lying in her crib, showing no signs of sleepiness,

The wrinkled little baby's skin had smoothed out, making him look like a traditional Chinese New Year doll.

Everyone who has seen the child says that Xuebao looks exactly like Yang Tongchuan when he was a child.

The Yang family didn't give Xiangxi a hard time because her first child wasn't a boy. In fact, the whole family is now helping to take care of the child. Xiangxi is already very content.

On the morning of Lunar New Year's Eve, Yang's mother was exceptionally busy and didn't have time to stay in the west wing to help Xiangxi take care of the children.

But she still managed to come over when she had some free time.

"There are a lot of firecrackers going off today, so I'm afraid they'll scare the children. Hold them a lot."

"Okay, Grandma, go ahead and get busy. Xuebao is easy to take care of, and I'm not tired."

"Okay, after Mingle finishes making dumplings, I'll come over and help you take care of the child." Before Yang's mother could finish speaking, Yanzi came over to call for someone, saying that the person delivering Tusu wine had arrived and that Yang's mother needed to go and check on them.

Xiangxi saw her mother-in-law off.

Suddenly I realized that having my postpartum period coincide with the Lunar New Year is actually quite nice; I'm happy to have some free time.

At noon, Xiangxi, bundled up tightly, brought her child to the main hall for a family reunion dinner.

The chicken soup on the table was specially placed in front of Xiangxi.

"Xi-ge'er, eat the chicken leg, don't just drink the soup." Mother Yang picked out a chicken leg and put it in Xiangxi's bowl.

I wanted to give the other chicken leg to Mingle.

"Mom, I'm not eating anymore. I've been drinking chicken soup with Xiangxi every day for the past few days, and my face is so oily." Mingle understood her mother-in-law's good intentions and said this jokingly.

"Don't refuse, I'll eat it if you don't want it." Yang Tongshan took the chicken leg.

Treasure Pavilion is already on holiday, so Yang Tongshan has some rare time to stay home.

During the meal, Xuebao was quite cooperative and slept the whole time.

Xiangxi was given a quiet meal.

After the family finished eating, Mr. Yang took the child and cuddled him for a while.

Xuebao probably sensed something was wrong, because she woke up as soon as she was in Yang's father's arms.

She didn't cry when she woke up, but she was a little confused and couldn't recognize the person in front of her.

After blinking her small eyes for a long time and confirming that the person in front of her was not the one who often hugged her, she started to pout.

With quick reflexes, Yang's mother picked up the child before Xuebao could let out her first cry.

"We won't let Grandpa hold him. He smells of smoke, and it hurts Xuebao's eyes." Yang's mother carried him around the room to distract him.

Xiangxi was warming goat milk on the side. He had figured out the pattern: Xuebao needed to drink milk when she woke up at this time.

"Mom, give Xuebao to me, I'll feed him goat milk. You should rest too, you must be exhausted from the morning." Although Xiangxi was inside the house, he could still hear what was happening in the yard.

Yang's mother hasn't had a moment's rest all morning.

They even specially brewed a pot of maltose.

To make maltose at home, you need to start preparing seven or eight days in advance, beginning with planting malt.

This was originally Xiangxi's suggestion. At that time, he hadn't had children yet. He thought that once the maltose was made, he could draw some sugar paintings or make some snacks to give to the children who came to visit during the New Year.

Plans can't keep up with changes. Since Xiangxi can no longer easily enter the kitchen, Yang's mother discussed it with him.

Once the maltose is cooked, put most of it away to make a drink later. Use the remaining maltose in the pot to make rice candy by mixing it with peanuts, black sesame seeds, and fried rice. This way, everyone can enjoy it.

"By the way, tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and there will be many people coming to pay their respects. You can stay inside with the child and rest. You don't need to come out. Unless it's a very close relative, I will come to call you. Otherwise, you don't need to worry about anyone else." Yang's mother handed the child to Xiangxi and sat down at the table to have a cup of tea and rest for a while during this little free time.

Mingle was in charge of adding water.

"Wouldn't this be inappropriate?" Xiangxi worried that the relatives would think the young man the Yang family had married was unruly.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Our child is precious and can't be harmed." Yang's mother had seen a lot, but there were many things she didn't know how to say to Xiangxi.

She had personally witnessed shameless people who, even when they were sick and had a fever, would try to get close to other people's children; they were simply wicked.

Then there are those who boast about how many sons they've had, acting like their noses are on top of their heads, deliberately trying to annoy people during the New Year.

Ming Le and Yang Tongshan suffered greatly because of their difficulty in having children.

After Xiangxi finished feeding Xuebao goat milk, Yang's mother suggested that everyone go back inside to sleep for a while, as they would be staying up all night to welcome the New Year.

"Xiangxi, I'll hold the baby, you go and catch up on some sleep." Mingle reached out to take the baby.

"No need, sister-in-law, you've had a long day. I can take care of it myself."

"It's alright, your older brother is home and can lend me a hand. You should go and rest. Don't catch a postpartum illness."

Ming Le said this as she took the child away.

At the same time, he also instructed Yang Tongshan to collect a few of the dried urine rings from the yard and put them inside the house, so that Xuebao wouldn't be left without a change if he peed or soiled himself.

In the east wing, Mingle held Xuebao and teased him with a cloth tiger.

Yang Tongshan sat to the side watching this scene, his mind already racing.

These past few days, Mingle has often held Xuebao up for him to see. He also adores the child, but he doesn't dare to show it too obviously, for fear that Mingle might overthink it.