The old lady sat down by the bed and smiled at Zhou Qiao.
The latter was sweating profusely, her expression a bit anxious, "Grandmother, the child..."
"The child is fine." The old lady knew what she was thinking. Madam Li's search for childbirth secrets earlier must have put pressure on Zhou Qiao. These days, having the first child as a boy is always good for the mother.
But the old lady didn't care about that. She patted Zhou Qiao's hand and said softly, "Your mother-in-law just came out with the child to show everyone. The child looks good, like Daniu, but the mouth especially looks like yours, very beautiful. She will surely be a pretty little girl in the future."
As she spoke, she took out a red envelope from her sleeve, "Here, this is for you. You've worked hard giving birth; take it to buy something you want as a reward for yourself. I've prepared a separate gift for the child."
Zhou Qiao was startled, about to refuse, "No, Grandmother, I can't accept this."
