Chapter 139: Full Moon

"Congratulations, congratulations, Auntie, it's two boys."

"Good, good, good."

"Doctor, how is my wife?"

"She'll be out in a moment."

At this moment, Wang Xiaoling was pushed out with a pale face.

"Xiao Ling, you've worked hard."

"Brother Ping'an, I'm fine. Where are the children?"

"They're both right here. You rest for a bit first, I'll go prepare some food for you."

"Mm, okay."

"Mother, I'll leave things here to you."

"Good, good, good."

Zhang Ping'an first went back at top speed to notify his father-in-law's family, then took millet porridge and egg custard to the hospital ward.

Wang Xiaoling was still sleeping, her pale little face making one's heart ache; the two children were also placed beside her.

Only then did Zhang Ping'an carefully examine the two children; their wrinkled little appearances were actually quite heart-tugging.

Having lived two lifetimes, this was his first time having his own children; that feeling of blood connection was truly peculiar.

"Children are all like this when they're just born; you were like this when you were born too. They'll be fine after three or five days," Dong Dani said, seeing Zhang Ping'an staring at the children.

"Mm, Mother, I brought quite a few things, you should eat something too."

"No rush, we'll talk after Xiao Ling wakes up."

Zhang Ping'an himself had forgotten that he was still a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine; whether it was human models or human anatomy, he knew them clearly, yet when it came to his own situation, he had returned it all to Lao Wang.

Afterwards, Zhang Ping'an took Wang Xiaoling's pulse; there was nothing major, she just needed to replenish her Qi and blood. He also checked the two children, and they were both very healthy—worthy of being his own seed.

"Brother Ping'an."

"Mm, I'm here. You're awake? Do you want to eat something?"

"Okay."

It had taken Wang Xiaoling over three hours to give birth, which had indeed consumed a large amount of her energy and spirit. After a sleep, she felt much more refreshed, but her stomach was hungry.

Before long, Zhang Ping'an had laid out the millet porridge, egg custard, and chicken soup, and his mother-in-law also arrived with things in tow.

"Xiao Ling, my big grandson," the mother-in-law saw Wang Xiaoling eating, then shifted her gaze to the two children.

"They look just like him, too much like him."

"..."

Zhang Ping'an was full of question marks; his mother had said the same thing just a moment ago. In any case, he was unable to see his or Wang Xiaoling's shadow in the two wrinkled infants.

Three days later, Wang Xiaoling was discharged from the hospital. For these three days, his mother-in-law and his own mother had taken turns caring for her. Zhang Ping'an did the cooking, changing the variety every day, and even learned a few tricks from He Daqing for this purpose.

The baby carriage that Zhang Ping'an had originally sent to the Jia Family was back; San Jie Zhang Xiaohua had already cleaned it up two days ago.

Upon learning that he had two big grandsons, Zhang Laohan laughed heartily. After throwing the farm work at home to his second uncle, he brought Zhang Ping'an's grandparents over.

"Old man, you and the eldest shouldn't go in; wait until Xiao Ling finishes her confinement month."

"Right, right, right." They had been so anxious to see their grandson (great-grandson) that they had forgotten this point.

Zhang Ping'an had wanted to carry the children out for his father and grandfather to see, but he was stopped by his grandmother.

"Before the confinement month is over, try not to take the children out. Just let them peek through the window."

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Ping'an followed her instructions and carried the two children for his father and grandfather to see.

"Just like our precious grandson when he was little."

"Yes, yes."

That evening, the three old men also finalized the names of the two children: Zhang Weidong and Zhang Weijun—names with very distinct characteristics of the era. At the same time, Zhang Ping'an went door-to-door delivering red eggs.

Time flew by for a month. Zhang Ping'an's father and grandparents had long since returned home for the busy farming season; Zhang Ping'an had also gone back twice during this period to help with rice transplanting.

It was now late July. During this month, Wang Xiaoling had only simply wiped her body every day. Today, she finished her confinement month and could finally take a satisfying bath and wash her hair.

The crackling sound of firecrackers rang out over the Siheyuan. Today was the full-month celebration for Zhang Ping'an's twin sons. Calling it a full-month celebration, strictly speaking, it had already been over forty days, and it happened to be a day off, so the small courtyard was already filled with people who had come to celebrate.

In the courtyard, it was still one person per household, filling two tables. Zhang Ping'an and Wang Xiaoling's colleagues and relatives filled eight tables. The banquet was still rich and oily, but the Head Chef had been changed to Shazhu, with Cai Quanwu assisting and He Daqing giving pointers on the side.

After a year of systematic study and the unreserved teaching of the He Daqing father-son duo, plus the assistance of Tiger Bone Wine, Cai Quanwu was currently preparing for the year-end Chef grade examination, so for the past year, whenever there was a celebratory banquet, He Daqing would bring him along.

Cai Quanwu's talent was even above Shazhu's, so he picked things up faster. At every banquet, he was responsible for the chopping, and he could also stir-fry one of his signature dishes. On his days off, he would also practice at He Daqing's house. It could be said that He Daqing spared no effort in cultivating Cai Quanwu.

"Second Uncle, I feel like in a few more years, I'm afraid you'll surpass me," Shazhu said with a resentful expression.

"Eh, how could it be that exaggerated? Even with talent, it's impossible for me to catch up to you in a short time."

Of course, by the end of the year, the two might be at the same job grade, but next year's Eighth-Grade Worker System would be specific to finer job grades, and there would definitely be a gap between their levels then; after all, Shazhu's ten-plus years of skill were right there.

In the afternoon, Zhang Ping'an sent off the relatives and friends, and the courtyard became quiet again, with only his mother Dong Dani remaining to look after the children.

After dinner that evening, Dong Dani very perceptively took the children to her room to sleep, leaving the bedroom for Zhang Ping'an and Wang Xiaoling.

"Ahem, Xiao Ling, let's go to sleep too."

"Mm~"

Zhang Ping'an had also been holding back for over half a year; the two naturally struck like thunder and fire, rumbling for most of the night.

At five in the morning, Zhang Ping'an got up feeling refreshed. His mother also pushed the two crying twins over for feeding. After the sleepy Wang Xiaoling finished feeding them, the mother and the two children went back to sleep.

Zhang Ping'an also began his normal work routine. Every day, what he handed in was either wild rabbits and eggs or wild rabbits; there were simply too many wild rabbits in his space.

Speaking of the space, the jade in the pond had been almost completely consumed, and the mountain peaks had shot up by more than three hundred meters; the main peak had already reached over one thousand meters, and the subsidiary peaks were nearly five hundred meters.

It was a pity that the herds of cattle, horses, sheep, and deer had not yet developed, so the mountains appeared quite empty. However, the number of wild boar had surged this year, with the population developing to over sixty—and this was the result of Zhang Ping's deliberate control, otherwise there would be even more. Zhang Ping'an had also kept the wolf pack controlled at around ten.

This day, when Zhang Ping'an got off work and returned home, he heard Wang Xiaoling's cheerful voice, chattering away with another female voice. Zhang Ping'an felt it was familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't recall who it was.

Pushing the door open and entering, he discovered a heroic and spirited figure; who else could it be but Mu Yingnan? At this moment, Mu Yingnan was truly dashing in her military uniform; having not seen her for two years, her once soft features had become even more heroic.

"Brother Ping'an, hurry and see who has come?"

"Long time no see, old classmate," Mu Yingnan also turned around.

"Yingnan, it really is you. When you left back then, you made Xiao Ling sad for quite a long time. Are you still leaving after coming back this time?"

"This time is for leave; I came back to see you all. I have to go back in a week, but I didn't expect you to have a child so soon. Just now, Xiao Ling already agreed to let the child acknowledge me as a godmother. You absolutely cannot object, and I will make up for the gift next time I come over."

"You two were already like sisters; since Xiao Ling agreed, I naturally won't object. Don't leave tonight either, just eat at home."