I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Father Zhou looked at his daughter with a relieved smile on his face: "Hey, my dear daughter, how are you? I heard from Ayong a few days ago that you gave birth, and I was worried. You know that Dad has difficulty walking, so it took me until now to come and see you."

Zhou Tong sat beside Zhou's father and held his hand tightly. "Dad, I'm fine. Azhou, my parents-in-law are very kind to me. But how are you? Do your legs still hurt a lot? Is your cough still not healed?"

"It's okay, it's an old problem. It's just a little cough. It's nothing serious." Father Zhou looked at Zhou Tong with a smile and glanced behind her.

"Where's the child? Bring him here for dad to see."

Zhou Yong and Shi Yue came in from outside holding the children, and Zhou Yong handed Wen Heng in his arms to Zhou's father.

Father Zhou held Wen Heng carefully, looking at the little guy with loving and gentle eyes.

"Good, good, really good, this child looks like Tong'er, look at his eyebrows, eyes, and nose, they are all similar."

As Zhou's father spoke, he turned sideways to show the child to Wen Qing, his words filled with relief and joy.

Wen Qing nodded with a smile and responded from time to time. His old relative had been in poor health, but now that he saw his grandson, his complexion seemed to have improved a lot.

Father Zhou looked at Wen Heng in his arms, then looked up at Wen Jin in Shi Yue's arms. He looked very busy.

"You gave birth to twins, Tong'er. You must have suffered a lot."

While Mr. Zhou was happy to see his grandson and granddaughter, he felt more distressed for his daughter.

Zhou Tong felt tears welling up in her father's eyes when she noticed the concern and distress. She shook her head, "No, Dad. Azhou and his family hired two midwives and a very capable old man for me, so I didn't suffer much."

She did not tell her father about her difficult labor because her father was in poor health. It would be bad if he knew about it and became uncomfortable.

Others who knew the truth also tacitly did not tell the truth.

After hearing what she said, Zhou's father looked relieved.

"So that's how it is. That's good, that's good."

The father and daughter chatted for a while, and then Zhou Tong stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to help. She asked Zhou Yong and Shi Yue to take good care of their old father.

Zhou Yong nodded, Shi Yue rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help with Zhou Tong.

After all, if you have to cook for a whole family, having more people can save some trouble.

Liu Sufen and Yun Liu, who had been busy in the kitchen early in the morning, saw the two of them coming. Liu Sufen wanted to persuade them to go back and rest.

"Mom, please don't let us go back. Azhou and my brother are over there. There are only three of you, Yun'er and my younger sister. More people means more strength. Let's cook quickly. It's getting late." Zhou Tong rolled up his sleeves and started to help.

Shi Yue also smiled gently: "Yes, yes, more people means more strength."

Liu Sufen couldn't persuade them and could only smile helplessly.

With their help, cooking was indeed much faster. After they prepared dinner, Xiao Yizhuo called back several children who were playing in the village.

It was obvious that Xiao Ye and Xiao Wan were running outside, their faces were both red. Yang Yang, who was following behind them, was also panting and looked very excited.

"Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner." Wen Shutang shouted.

The three children ran to the well, fetched a bucket of water and washed their hands.

Wen Shutang didn't see Xiao Ze, so he turned around and asked Xiao Yizhuo: "Where's Aze?"

"He is feeling a little unwell and will rest in the room for now." Xiao Yizhuo looked towards the small house to the west.

Hearing this, Wen Shutang was slightly stunned. Not feeling well? Could it be that Xiao Ze had caught a cold from staying up late to review his lessons these past few days?

"I gonna go see."

After saying that, Wen Shutang went to the small house on the west side.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Aze, it's time for dinner, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom, I'm not hungry. I want to rest for a while." Xiao Ze's weak voice came from the room.

Hearing his voice, Wen Shutang became even more worried. Xiao Ze has always been in good health. If he wasn't seriously ill, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to say that he was not feeling well.

"Aze, can I come in?"

"can."

After getting a positive answer, Wen Shutang pushed open the door and walked in. When he looked up, he saw Xiao Ze lying on the bed still wrapped in a quilt.

Xiao Ze turned his head to look at Wen Shutang, and was about to say something when he suddenly started coughing violently, his nose turning red from coughing.

Wen Shutang walked up quickly, poured a glass of water and handed it to him, frowned slightly and carefully helped him calm down.

"Why are you still coughing? Did you catch a cold?"

Xiao Ze shook his head, his voice was very hoarse because of coughing just now.

"I don't know either. I became like this today when I came back from the academy. I can't even lift my body."

As he spoke, he wrapped the quilt tightly around himself. His lips were trembling a little and he looked very cold.

Wen Shutang frowned even deeper, and put his hand on his forehead to check the temperature. It was indeed a little hot.

But this reaction was too big. The weather outside was still a bit hot and humid, and Xiao Ze was shivering even though he was wrapped in a quilt. It was obviously a bit strange.

Wen Shutang felt a little uneasy. She reached out and grabbed Xiao Ze's wrist to feel his pulse, her brows tightly furrowed.

"Did your symptoms start today? Are there any children in your academy with the same symptoms as you?"

Wen Shutang looked at Xiao Ze and felt that the condition did not seem like a simple cold, but rather something that looked like an infectious disease.

Hearing her question, Xiao Ze lowered his head and thought carefully, then suddenly let out a cry. Because the sound was a little louder, he felt his throat hurt even more.

Xiao Ye frowned and swallowed his saliva to moisten his sore throat. "There was indeed a boy who fell ill a few days ago. He also had a fever, coughed, and was shivering from the cold. Two days later, he asked the teacher for leave and went home. He has not returned to the academy until now."

Hearing this, Wen Shutang pursed his lips and thought for a moment before continuing to ask: "Do you remember what other symptoms this boy had?"

"I remember that when he was packing up to leave the academy, he had a lot of red rashes on his face. They were all big and looked creepy." Xiao Ze thought of the look on the boy's face and couldn't help closing his eyes.

Because it looked so scary, Xiao Ze remembered it immediately.

Hearing what he said, Wen Shutang's eyes widened suddenly, and his voice suddenly rose: "Red rashes? But the kind that look obvious and have pus? Aze, tell me carefully, you must tell me in detail, how many days did the boy have a fever? On which day did the rashes start to appear? You must tell me everything you remember!"