Harvest

Ruyi clumsily held the child and quickly said to Auntie Zhang, "Auntie Zhang, carry him. He's so soft that I'm afraid of hurting him." Everyone laughed when they saw Ruyi's nervous look.

After Ruyi handed the child to Auntie Zhang, he rushed into the delivery room. Seeing Xiaoyu lying there with a pale face and even her hair drenched in sweat, he gently wiped her with a handkerchief. "Bad child, why didn't he choose a cooler day to be born? You'll have to confine yourself for more than a month during such a hot season!"

When the midwife heard Ruyi's words, she laughed. "Little brother, how can one choose the time of birth? It's all destined. It's fate!"