Chapter 987: Chapter 987: Force-Fed Dog Food
Song Ci wasnât observing the lanterns for the first time, but every time she saw the craftsmanship of lantern making, she couldnât help but marvel at the ancient peopleâs skill, able to create such vivid and lifelike lanterns, utterly beautiful.
Although technology has become increasingly advanced, there are fewer and fewer traditional craftsmen, as the younger generation no longer takes interest in inheriting their ancestorsâ skills.
Alas.
"Mother, whatâs with the sigh? Is there something wrong with the lantern?" Niu Panâer asked with concern upon hearing Song Ciâs sigh.
Song Ci chuckled: "Why would there be anything wrong, itâs just too perfect. I wonder if in the future I will be able to see such beautiful lanterns again."
Niu Panâer, puzzled, laughed: "If you want to see them, you could have the craftsman make them for you every day."
Itâs just amusing the old lady with lanterns, enclosing the whole group of craftsmen to make lanterns for her throughout the year, without repeating any design. Whatâs the difficulty in that?
After all, the family is more than capable of doing so.
Listen, the Commandery Princessâs daughter-in-law speaks with such grandeur.
Song Ci chuckled: "Watching alone is just for looks, but itâs more fun if everyone watches together."
Song Zhiyu, holding his son, chimed in from the side: "There goes mother, talking big theories again. Say, which lantern do you fancy? Your son will guess for you."
Song Ci teased: "With the little ink in your belly? Youâll sweat buckets trying, and still have to spend silver in the end."
Song Zhiyu became extremely embarrassed and argued: "Mother, you underestimate your youngest son. At least spare me some face in front of your daughter-in-law and grandson."
Everyone laughed.
Song Ci said: "Weâre all family here. Doesnât everyone know your worth? Anyway, if you canât guess, thatâs fine, youâd probably bluff your way through, since youâre naturally lucky. Right, Honghong?"
She pinched Niu Honghongâs little nose, making the little boy giggle, flailing around excitedly in his fatherâs arms, babbling non-stop.
Heâs over seven months old, and Niu Panâer has insisted on giving him herbal baths, building a solid foundation, with a good appetite. Theyâve prepared two nannies to feed him in turns. He weighs over ten pounds now, quite lively and sturdy. This bouncing made Song Zhiyu feel slightly strained holding him.
Niu Panâer couldnât stand it, and directly took the son over, holding him with one hand, saying: "Heâs getting heavy, donât tire yourself. Let me hold him."
Song Zhiyu grumbled: "Iâm not tired, donât slander me, as if I couldnât even hold my own son." Just feeling a bit sore.
"I know you can hold him, but I worry you might get tired?" Niu Panâer bluntly said: "If you get exhausted, Iâd feel bad."
Song Zhiyu: "..."
He glanced at Song Ci and third sister-in-law, coughed, and his face turned slightly red, internally cursing, this woman, doesnât she mind the occasion and her shyness!
Song Ci ate a mouthful of dog food, surreptitiously feeling a bit sour about her single status, and laughed: "Alright, no more flirting or teasing in front of me. Go and guess the lanterns, make sure to guess a peace lantern for Honghong."
Madam Lu also laughed, her smile tinged with envy and bitterness.
Song Zhiyu glared at his wife, blaming her.
Niu Panâer felt a hint of fancy, recalling her father-in-lawâs words, couldnât help but touch her belly.
Considering a second child?
Song Zhiyu saw her open movements and widened his eyes even more, such impropriety!
"Madam Song, youâre here too. The Eldest Princess heard that youâre out watching the lanterns and sent the old servant to wait for you." Princess Anpingâs trusted nanny cheerfully came to invite.