Huai Zi wasn't allowed in the room, so he urged Juhua to bring the newborn out for him to see, and Juhua smilingly agreed. Entering the room, she handed the basket in her hands to Mrs. Yang, smiling. "Mom, this is the chicken soup I stewed. I didn't put any salt in it." With that, she went to see her little nephew.
Beaming, Mrs. Yang took out the earthenware pot and set it on the round table by the bed. When she lifted the lid, a rich aroma filled the room. She watched her son and daughter with delight as she ladled some soup for Liu Yunlan.
Qingmu was proudly showing off the tiny, red baby to Juhua, who was marveling at him—his eyes and brows truly looked like they were cast from the same mold as Qingmu's. She turned to Liu Yunlan in admiration. "Sister-in-law, you're incredible. You gave birth so fast! And you already look so well."
Liu Yunlan gazed joyfully at her swaddled son. "It was all thanks to those six eggs you brought. They're what gave me strength."
