Chi Yong looked at his wife as if she were a celestial being. So, you weren't saying that before. The old lady changed quickly.

Old Man Chi patted his son's shoulder, "From now on, I'll be watching my great-grandchildren. Four generations under one roof—who wouldn't envy me?"

When Cheng Ying was wheeled out, the entire family was watching her at the door. Cheng Ying felt quite proud too. Many women give birth, but those who deliver twins, especially a boy and a girl, are few, aren't they?

In the village vernacular, it meant her belly was truly "promising."

No wonder Wu Zi was so nervous about me. What a prolific wife!

Cheng Ying, feeling thick-skinned, looked at the smiling faces of the family, "Don't praise me too much; I didn't intentionally give birth to twins."

Old Man Chi was the first to laugh heartily in the silent hallway.

It was the nurse who finally came over, "Please keep calm, this is a hospital; no loud noises are allowed."

So, Chi Wu took his wife and children to the ward. They could show off as much as they liked there; no one would manage them.

Chi Wu gripped Yingzi's hand, "I knew my wife was different. Look how handsome these two children are! I've never seen such beautiful babies."

Cheng Ying nodded along, "I see them that way too, but I think I've heard that said twice already."

Chi Wu's eyes were fixed on the children, and he didn't even glance at Cheng Ying, "Did I? I don't recall saying that."

Cheng Ying said, "Mom said it once when she gave birth to Chi Ye, and Dry Uncle said it when Dry Aunt gave birth to Little Brother."

Chi Wu scoffed, "Really? They lacked composure. Haven't they seen our children? How could they dare say that?"

Yang Zhi and Chi Yong grinned behind them. How shameless could this child be?

Chi Yong came over and looked at the babies first, "Alright, stop gloating. The babies need to nurse. How can you boast like that? But these two children are indeed exceptional. So beautiful. Our Chi family lineage is complete."

Cheng Ying and Yang Zhi both smiled wryly. As expected of the Chi family—implying no one else mattered. Cheng Ying almost wanted to ask, without women, could the two of you even produce children? Must you be so arrogant?

But they weren't praising outsiders; these were her children. Cheng Ying decided not to argue with them.

Cheng Ying sighed, "Oh dear, my profession has been upgraded to the greatest one."

After Chi Yong stepped away, Cheng Ying breastfed the babies. Chi Wu held one beside her, waiting.

Soon, Cheng Ying wasn't proud of having twins anymore. Breastfeeding was a lifeline for one child; providing for two was simply insufficient supply.

Before they were even discharged, the two babies were crying fiercely from hunger.

Chi Wu looked at his worried wife holding one baby, then at the wailing infant, unsure of whom to attend to first. It was terribly distressing.

Chi Wu felt this was the most painful blow he'd experienced since childhood. This issue was truly beyond his capability to solve. Whose genes were these two little devils inheriting? Why were they so picky? They refused formula, insisting only on mother's milk—wasn't this specifically designed to ruin the father and mother?

Chi Wu felt that the pile of cash and property deeds he clutched were less valuable at this moment than his wife's supply line.

Yang Zhi held a baby and, swallowing her pride, went to the neighboring maternity room to coax the two infants to settle down for a bit.

Cheng Ying understood clearly: in this day and age, no one would volunteer as a wet nurse if money wasn't involved. If they had milk, they would feed their own children first. It was worrying, so worrying. Looking at her usually proud thirty-four-size frame, Cheng Ying couldn't summon any pride; at this critical moment, it wasn't helping enough.

The way the men looked at her seemed to say she was useless. This made Cheng Ying feel ashamed as a mother.

Yang Zhi comforted her, "Don't worry. Don't panic now, or you'll dry up completely, and the babies will suffer more. Everything will be fine when we get home, trust me."

Cheng Ying felt her body was fine. Once the babies were full, they completed the discharge procedures. Both adults and children went home. If nothing else, it would be easier to prepare galactagogue foods for Cheng Ying at home.

A crowd escorted the mother and children home. Old Mrs. Chi was so fond of the babies she didn't want to leave. Naturally, she discharged with her grandson's wife. One child would certainly carry the Chi surname, and besides, regardless of the name, they were his grandchildren—doted on by a generation, and even more doted on by the generation beyond that.

As soon as they got home, Aunt Rong brought in a large basin of catfish soup, rumored to be excellent for promoting lactation.

Cheng Ying didn't even consider the taste; she pinched her nose and drank nearly half the basin.

Truly, motherhood could make one so noble. Looking at the babies, Cheng Ying felt that if someone said drinking fishy-smelling grass soup would fill the children, she could swallow it down.

Chi Wu stared at his wife drinking the soup, "Do you feel anything?"

Cheng Ying glared back. What did he take her for? Drinking soup from the top couldn't magically produce milk from the bottom for his sons.

But she was anxious herself, not knowing when the two little ancestors would wake up and start making trouble.

Yang Zhi chimed in, "Don't rush. They are so small. Even if they refuse formula now, feed it to them a few more times, and they'll take it later."

Cheng Ying thought to herself that she would feed them herself if she could; formula wasn't safe.

Before long, Old Mrs. Chi came in with a huge bowl of pig trotters, "Time for some 'dry goods'!"

Cheng Ying looked at Old Mrs. Chi—was this the same refined old lady? Why was she so ruggedly forceful now?

Chi Wu didn't care about appearances, "Eat quickly! Don't just stare. Can't you tell this is for milk?"

Cheng Ying glanced at Chi Wu. This boy's entire focus was on the children now; she probably ranked third. Having just drunk half a basin of fish soup, she truly wasn't interested in such a large bowl of pig trotters.

But under everyone's expectant gaze, Cheng Ying grabbed a trotter and started eating. It felt like she was being fattened up like livestock, only the feed was better, and the purpose wasn't slaughter for meat, but milk production!

Fortunately, after this round, when the children woke up, Cheng Ying was able to supply normally.

Otherwise, Cheng Ying would have cried herself to death. Of course, making the two children cry first was a given.

Although Cheng Ying had done much preparation, it was originally for one child. The sudden arrival of twins meant her provisions were inadequate. It wasn't just the milk supply; the supply of daily necessities was also an issue. Fortunately, where they lived was fine; everything could be bought.

It wasn't until the children were five or six days old that Cheng Ying felt life was getting back on track, functioning normally.

Originally, having just one Aunt Rong at home would have sufficed. Cheng Ying hadn't planned on hiring extra help, thinking she could manage one child. But now, while she could manage one, managing two was impossible.

Old Mrs. Chi wanted to send over her own nanny, but Cheng Ying was hesitant to use them, as the elderly couple couldn't do without help. It was Dry Uncle and Dry Aunt who offered the services of their household nanny, finally allowing Chi Wu to step down from his role as a temporary wet nurse and focus on amusing the children.

Cheng Ying readily acknowledged Old Mrs. Chi's favoritism; it was evident in the way she treated the two babies. Even though both were her granddaughters' children, Old Mrs. Chi clearly favored the little girl. Cheng Ying figured the old lady must believe the newborn girl was the reflection of her younger self, living in the world of yesteryear. As long as the old lady was happy, Cheng Ying felt it was fine.

Chi Wu felt sorry for his son; the old lady spent all day fussing over her granddaughter, leaving his son unattended. Holding his son, Chi Wu couldn't help but feel that he and the boy were a bit pitiable.

He complained to Cheng Ying during a chat, "You're just as biased as Grandma. Be careful, or the two of us will run away from home."

Cheng Ying ignored him. Run away? Where would they go? What could he eat without me? Is he making sense right now? Given her current status, she was both the biological mother and the milk mother. No matter how capable Chi Wu was, he had to humor and cherish his wife. His wife was currently the children's life supply line.

Chi Wu only spoke those words; he never strayed five steps from his wife. Even when the daughter and son cried together, he tried to coax his wife to hold his son first, comfort him, and secure some benefit for the boy. This was based on past experience. The old lady adored her granddaughter and couldn't bear to hear her cry. If the granddaughter and grandson were hungry together, the old lady would tyrannically insist that Yingzi nurse the granddaughter first. Chi Wu felt they had no grounds for argument. While securing a 'slot' for his son in line, he had to try to get the boy accustomed to formula, otherwise, the son would be the one going hungry. Poor child!

Cheng Ying sometimes sighed, "Now I understand Uncle's feelings."

Chi Wu added, "Be nicer to Uncle from now on." At this moment, the couple truly understood empathy—putting themselves in others' shoes.

When the babies were ten days old, Chi Wu and Cheng Ying received congratulations but didn't host a feast. The children were too young and susceptible to commotion. They agreed to host the celebration when the babies were one month old. They also decided to tell Uncle and Second Uncle to visit then.

When the babies were half a month old, Chi Wu finally managed to get his son to accept formula, at least easing the boy's hunger when both children cried simultaneously. Naturally, Chi Wu treated his son better than his daughter during these times, specifically to balance things out for the boy.

Since the birth, Chi Wu had been discussing gender equality with Cheng Ying, but he hadn't strongly contended for his own rights. Now, for his son's sake, Chi Wu realized the need to elevate the status of men in the household. See how having children elevates one's goals.

However, with the old lady around, it was hard for Cheng Ying to boost their status, as the old lady was completely unreasonable now.

By the time the babies reached one month, Cheng Ying realized she had no clothes suitable for entertaining guests. Her whole body had gained more than a circle of weight. The fat around her belly was gone, but it had evenly distributed across her entire body. This was a serious aftereffect of the noblest profession.

Cheng Ying looked at the two plump babies lying on the bed, their eyes narrowed to slits, and felt the weight gain was worth it—at least there was some tangible reward.

Chi Wu came over and looked at his wife, "What's wrong? Like this?"

Cheng Ying sighed, "What else could it be? I've turned into a pig."

Chi Wu looked at the two little piglets lying beside them and said deeply to his wife, "It's fine, I don't mind. As long as my son and daughter are this chubby, you can gain another thirty catties."

Cheng Ying's mouth hung open, unable to articulate her opinion. So magnanimous! I'm just over 1.65 meters tall; if I gain another thirty catties, I won't be a pig, I'll be a panda!