Rebirth and making money first

Chapter 139 Mom's Conditions

Zhang Jing settled into the confinement center smoothly. Her mother stayed with her during the day, while her mother-in-law and her family visited from time to time. At night, her husband, Achen, stayed by her bedside. It must be said that the money she spent was well worth the thoughtful service.

The professional care methods of the confinement center are different from the traditional mother-to-be care methods, but Zhang Jing's mother still readily accepted this new concept.

People took turns visiting every day, so Zhang Jing didn't feel too bored. However, at this time, an interesting episode happened. When the two cute babies were just born, the naughty little kid at home saw them and muttered with disgust: "Oh, why are they so ugly? Auntie, you actually gave birth to two ugly eggs!" As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately attracted criticism from everyone. The mother smiled and said: "Silly child, when you were just born, you were not much different from them. After a few days of raising them, you will naturally become more beautiful."

Zhang Zhi, standing by, put on a stern face and warned Naituanzi seriously, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, you won't be allowed to come here again next time." Her mother-in-law quickly agreed, "That's right. How can a baby be born beautiful right after birth?"

Hearing everyone say this, Zhang Jing gently said to Naitianzi: "Baby, you are the older sister, you can't look down on your younger brothers and sisters. Otherwise, when they grow up, they won't want to play with you." After hearing this, Naitianzi blinked her big eyes, nodded obediently and said: "Okay, then I won't say they are ugly in the future. I will say they are so beautiful, so that they can play with me!" After that, she made a face, which made everyone laugh.

Zhang Jing patiently explained that her younger siblings were still young and would only be able to play with her when they grew up.

After the baby was one month old, Zhang Jing stayed for another month. By the time she returned home with her child, her mother, mother-in-law, and herself had become experts at taking care of the child. The child was becoming more and more active each day. Every day after school, Naituanzi came to see the child. She even helped dispose of changed diapers and fetch wet wipes. Her diligence earned her mother's praise for her sensible behavior.

As Zhang Jing breastfed her child, she could always sense the adorable little one's gaze fixed on her. Its eyes were so focused, as if it were the only thing in the world. And as it watched, its little mouth would subconsciously smack, as if imagining the delicious taste of the milk. Seeing this, Zhang Jing couldn't help but find it amusing, so she brought it up with her mother.

After hearing this, the mother smiled and said, "This child was raised on formula when she was little. Her mother disliked the pain of breastfeeding and wanted to maintain her good figure, so the child hardly drank breast milk. She had to watch others breastfeed. How about this, Xiaojing, why don't you just feed her a few mouthfuls and see if she can really eat?"

Zhang Jing's heart was moved by her mother's words. So, she gently called out to the little girl for a bite. The little girl hesitated, looking shy and embarrassed. Zhang Jing and her mother saw this and quickly coaxed her gently. Slowly, the little girl mustered the courage to come forward.

She first cautiously touched it, looked at Zhang Jing, and grinned. Encouraged by the two, she leaned over and took a few bites, then immediately retreated and said, "Auntie, your milk doesn't taste good, it's not sweet!"

Seeing her distress, her mother said, "Human milk is nutritious, but it's not as sweet as cow's milk! You've been drinking cow's milk since you were a child, so you'll have a stubborn temper and a big belly. Children who drink human milk absorb the nutrients better and won't have a big belly."

Zhang Jing asked, "Is it true? Why haven't I heard of it?" Her mother replied, "Old people always say so, and we've observed many people who do. It's true. Breastfed babies tend to be gentler and have better bodies."

When Milk Ball heard this, he got anxious: "Then I want to drink human milk too, Auntie, please let me drink for a while, I won't say your milk is not sweet anymore!"

Zhang Jing said to her mother with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense all day long. You're corrupting the child!"

Then she comforted the little girl: "Grandma lied to you, just eat well. Auntie's milk is for your younger brothers and sisters. They are too young to eat, so this is their meal. If you eat it, they will be hungry. But if there is any excess in the future, I can squeeze some out to wash your face. That way you will become more and more beautiful!"

Milk ball listens: "Really?"

"Really!" Zhang Jing asked the little girl to stretch out her hands and squeezed some milk into her palms: "Wipe it on your face and the back of your hands, and then smell it."

The little girl did as she was told, "Auntie, I smell so good, please smell it." After she finished smelling it herself, she stretched out her chubby little hand for Zhang Jing to smell, and then chased her grandma to smell it. Her mother also cooperated and said, "Hey, who's this baby? It smells so good!"

"It's Mom and Dad's!" The little girl stared at everyone who came back and asked them to smell her hands and face. After Zhang Zhi knew the whole story, she told her, "You can also call your aunt "Mom" in the future. I have no objection!"

The little girl said happily, "Then I have two mothers!" She didn't understand her mother's irony at all. Zhang Jing laughed secretly, and Zhang Zhi said, "You can do whatever you want to harm my daughter."

As her child's 100th day was approaching, Zhang Jing began to plan a grand celebration. She thought of gathering relatives from both sides of the family for a lively meal.

However, at this time, my mother was already absent-minded, thinking about the people and things in her hometown. Although she was still here, her mind had already flown thousands of miles away.

After some discussion, everyone finally decided on the number of people attending the party and planned to reserve the banquet on that day. At this time, Zhang Jing thought of a problem. Because she and her husband were busy with work, they really had no time to take care of their young children.

My mother is free at home, so it would be great if I could ask her to stay and help take care of the child for two years. Of course, in return, she would bear all the expenses.

When Zhang Jing proposed this idea to her mother, she expected her mother to agree immediately. Instead, she simply said she needed to think about it, and then added a condition. This surprised Zhang Jing, and she quickly asked, "What? Could you elaborate a little more?" She even wondered if she had misheard.

The mother hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "My dear, it's not that I don't want to help you. In fact, I can promise to help you raise your child until he's two years old. However, I have one small condition. I hope you can transfer the newly bought house in your hometown directly to your younger brother Xiaobing! You don't live there anyway."

"Mom, that won't work. Where will I live if I go back?" Zhang Jing was also anxious.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the street when you go back! Listen to me," the mother said, thinking she had gotten what she wanted. "Your brother owns a shop, but he doesn't have a house. If you transfer the ownership to him, he'll have a house in his name and will come home. He won't keep thinking about going to Yunnan."

Zhang Jing looked at her mother silently. She continued to talk non-stop, her heart and eyes filled with her precious son. Even though her son clearly said he didn't want it, his mother insisted on giving it to him, as if she would not give up until she got what she wanted.

If she didn't have any at home, she would get it from somewhere else, even if it meant "killing the rich to help the poor." And to her daughter, Zhang Jing, it was like her mother was just a mine that would be mined at will, and it seemed like this mine would never run dry, so it didn't matter how much she took.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jing suddenly burst into laughter without warning, which surprised and puzzled her mother. Frowning, she asked, "Girl, why are you giggling like that? Is there something wrong with what I said? Think about it, you two are siblings from the same mother! Aside from us as parents, siblings are the closest thing to each other."

Seeing that Zhang Jing didn't say anything, she continued, "No matter who's doing well, they should lend a hand to each other. If you can't even rely on your own family, then outsiders are even more unreliable! I've eaten much more salt than you've eaten rice. You have to understand this truth, and don't take it lightly! If anything happens in the future, you can still count on your brother to support you!"

Hearing her mother's endless stream of words, Zhang Jing couldn't help but feel powerless. She was also curious about her mother's persistence. She blinked and suddenly asked, "Mom, since you say that, why don't you tell me how you used to help our relatives?"

My mother, who was originally chattering, instantly became energetic when she heard this and started to talk enthusiastically. It was obvious that Zhang Jing had successfully diverted the topic.