Transmigrated to a Period Novel as the Genius Antagonist's Birth Mother

Chapter 70: Visit

Cen Huai'an's heart instantly bloomed with joy, and his lips curved slightly upwards, unable to suppress the happiness.

Zhang Lu caught Jiang Weixian again, and the two laughed and played. Knowing that her cousin was prone to crying, Zhang Lu didn't play too roughly to avoid accidentally hurting him and making him cry.

Chu Xia wanted Cen Huai'an to join them to play.

Cen Huai'an declined, "I want to help Mom."

Chu Xia understood his thoughts and took the locust flowers from his hand, saying, "Don't overthink, little one. You're my son, and no one can take your place in my heart."

Before Cen Huai'an could respond, Chu Xia suddenly raised her voice and shouted, "Lu Lu, take little An'an and play together."

Zhang Lu immediately ran over, realizing she was there to pick locust flowers. She ignored Jiang Weixian, laughed, and took a locust tree branch.

"Aunt Chu, I don't want to play anymore. I'll pick locust flowers with you guys."

She turned and glared at the still-wanting-to-play Jiang Weixian, "If you make trouble again, I won't pay attention to you!"

Jiang Weixian obediently squatted down and joined in picking.

In the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the branches and leaves of the tall locust tree, casting fragmented reflections like shattered water on everyone's heads and clothes.

Zhang Lu's clear and cheerful voice echoed around, interspersed with Jiang Weixian occasionally calling out "sister" or "brother," and Cen Huai'an's tender responses.

Seeing that they had picked enough locust flowers, Chu Xia turned to Aunt Li, "Aunt Li, no need to pick more. Picking more then we won't finish eating it."

Aunt Li stopped and joined them in picking locust flowers.

The locust flowers on the branches were all gathered in the basket. Chu Xia pulled off some locust tree leaves, looked at the children, and said with a smile, "Do you want to see a small basket woven from these leaves?"

Zhang Lu's eyes immediately lit up with immense curiosity, nodding repeatedly, "I want to! Aunt Chu, how do you weave it?"

Jiang Weixian also nodded along, equally filled with anticipation.

Cen Huai'an looked at the tree leaves in Chu Xia's hands, his mind already figuring out how to weave a basket with those materials.

Chu Xia raised her eyebrows, pointing to a bunch of leaves with stems in her hand, "Watch closely."

She quickly removed the leaves from the stems and skillfully wove them together one by one. In no time, a small basket, similar to the ones people often carry nowadays, appeared in front of the three children.

Chu Xia finished it off with a flourish, hooked her finger around the handle of the little basket, gently swaying it. The eyes of the three children followed the swaying basket.

"Aunt Chu, you're so talented!"

Cen Huai'an's eyes glowed with pride-this was his mom!

However, Chu Xia laughed heartily in response to the admiring gazes of the others, "This is nothing difficult. There aren't many skills involved; you can learn it in a short time."

It's not like she was really using rattan to weave a wicker basket, and the little basket she wove was just crisscrossed, unlike other objects that require various weaving techniques.

Zhang Lu immediately said she wanted to learn, Jiang Weixian quickly raised his hand to express interest, and Cen Huai'an called out, "Mom."

Chu Xia sat on the stone pillar at the entrance, teaching the three children how to weave. After explaining, Zhang Lu and Jiang Weixian quickly gathered a pile of tree leaves to try weaving.