“Quickly asking Che’er to help the fallen Xiao Huan Xu up, she saw him from afar carrying a book and walking while reading, just like Xiao Yao. Brushing dust off his clothes, she asked, ‘Does it hurt? Just like your father, not careful while walking!’
‘Mom, Xu’er is fine!’ Xiao Huan Xu, the seventh child, sweetly smiled, looking very much like Xiao Yao, especially with his expressive eyes.
‘Mom!’ Suddenly a leg was gently shaken, revealing the extremely cute baby face of Yu Huan Ye, the mischievous eighth child, known for his quick temper and constant competition with his siblings.
‘Mom, it’s Dad’s turn tonight; I want to sleep with Mom too!’ Huan Ye’s eyes sparkled as he climbed onto her lap.
‘Little troublemaker! Your dad will definitely throw you out the front door if he hears this!’ She laughed, pinching his little nose while the older brothers laughed at his pouting face.
‘Mom! Mom!’ The ninth child, Lin Huan Zhen, appeared, bringing another headache. He ran quickly, and she worried about him falling. ‘Mom, Shang is bullying Lin again!'”
Huan Zhen reported seriously, standing quietly to the side.
“Che’er, call the tenth uncle to handle this, then have the eleventh uncle write me a report!” Frustrated, the same drama played out every day.
“Mom, Shang and Lin are here,” Huan Che said, walking with Huan Xi to pull the two young brothers over.
“Mom, woo…” The tenth child, Huan Lin, cried loudly, pointing at the one-and-a-half-year-old Huan Shang, “Little brother bullied me again!”
“No, no…” Huan Shang, walking but only able to speak simple words, had bullying skills rivaling his father Tian Mei’s; none of his ten older brothers were exempt.
“Good! Lin’er, don’t cry. Little brother doesn’t understand.” Softly comforting Huan Lin, he quickly stopped crying.
“I know little brother didn’t mean it. Lin’er won’t cry!” Huan Lin sensibly wiped his tears. Not yet three, he inherited Mo Li’s temperament, always tolerant.
“Madam, you’re on your twelfth pregnancy; why are you still nervous?” The midwife from Phantom Love Manor, puzzled, remarked, “You’ve given birth to eleven sons, what is there to worry about!”
“I want to give birth to a daughter!” I said firmly.
“Don’t zone out!” The midwife felt helpless with my state and could only remind me repeatedly.
