Women Are Worry-Free

In the warm spring, after the woman had been in pain all night, after the warm sun rose, she was left with a soft powdery ball. When Po Wen came to the woman with the pink dumpling in her arms, the exhausted woman ignored her embarrassment and fatigue, took the pink dumpling with a look of relief, and put it in her arms. "The little lady is so well-behaved. She cried just now. You are blessed." Standing next to her was a woman who was also a little embarrassed, looking at this little person who had just come into the world with the same joy. "Does the master already know?" The woman raised her head and looked at the woman standing next to her. "Miss, my uncle already knows, now...