Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“That’s good, now that Jing Xin is back home, do you still want a second child?” Fang Hong had heard some rumors, and if they didn’t have a child now, they wouldn’t be able to have one later.

“Let nature take its course,” Fang Xiu was not particularly attached to this idea.

“If you want to have one, you’d better hurry up,” Fang Hong casually mentioned, after all, she had been thinking about this issue for more than ten years.

Fang Xiu’s situation was different from hers, so whether they wanted a second child was up to them.

“Hmm.” Fang Xiu’s tone was indifferent, and she was not enthusiastic about the topic.

Now, she just wanted to raise her son well. She really didn’t think too much about anything else.

“Alright, I was just mentioning it. In the end, it’s up to you guys to decide,” Fang Hong smiled.

“Sister Hong, the meal is ready. Let’s eat.” Fang Xiu put a plate of spicy and sour radish slices in front of Fang Hong, along with a plate of sour pepper and cucumber mix.

“It smells really good.” Fang Hong’s mouth watered as soon as she saw the food, and she wanted to eat it immediately.

“Try some.” Fang Xiu handed her a set of chopsticks and a bowl, inviting her to eat.

“Mmm, it’s delicious and crunchy.” Fang Hong hadn’t known before that radish could be used as a side dish. She had always eaten it by making soup or stir-frying it.

“If you like it, eat more.” Fang Xiu cooled a small bowl of porridge for her son and gave him a small spoon to eat by himself.

“Can he eat well on his own?” Fang Hong looked at Fang Xiu’s method and asked.

“He can’t eat well, but I just put a small amount for him. I’m just training him. When I finish eating, I’ll feed him more,” Fang Xiu looked at her son who stared at her eagerly. How could such a small child eat well on their own? She just wanted him to develop a habit of eating by himself.

“That makes sense; the child is young, so teach him slowly.” Fang Hong agreed with Fang Xiu’s approach, as it’s better not to spoil the child too much.

“Didn’t Yu Xiu come today?” Fang Hong asked casually since she hadn’t seen her at this time.

“Hmm, she’s taking a day off today.” Fang Xiu and Yu Xiu had two days off a month, and they took turns taking time off.

“That’s good; she can spend more time with her children at home.” Fang Hong nodded her head. Her son had been staying at home since his holidays started, and he didn’t have anyone to play with, always staying at home. His father even wanted him to get out and wander around instead of staying at home all day.

Yu Xiu’s two children were too young and needed their parents’ company.

In the hospital, Chu Molin watched his wife drink chicken wine, and the faint smell of alcohol lingered in the ward, stimulating his nerves.

“You eat that one that hasn’t been touched,” Qin Xue glanced at Chu Molin and pointed to the chicken wine on one side, indicating him to eat it.

“I won’t eat it; you should eat more to nourish your body. These two kids have really made you suffer,” Chu Molin said, looking at his son.

“What are you talking about? It’s not suffering; it’s what I wanted,” Qin Xue was speechless. No mother would dislike their own child.

“Mhm, I know.” Of course, Chu Molin knew his wife wanted the child, or she wouldn’t have given birth to him.

No matter what, after carrying the baby for ten months and giving birth, her body was weakened. She needed to eat and recover her strength.

Besides, how could he as a man compete with a maternal grandmother for food? If he did, what kind of person would he be?