Ye Qingxian seemed to have forgotten about cooking.
Before she left, I carefully told her, "Don't tell Yangyang and the others that I'm pregnant with another baby girl for now. Children are prone to jealousy and comparing themselves to one another. It's perfectly normal for them to worry that their new little sister will take away some of their mother's love. Let me prepare them first and give them some time to get mentally ready before we tell them."
"Besides, this pregnancy will last a long time."
"Or we can wait until they're a little older."
I counted the days on my fingers.
"In one week, it'll be Yangyang's third birthday."
"Normally, age three is when a child has fully adapted to the acquired worldly aura and can officially begin cultivating. In the Cultivation World, it's usually celebrated."
"Yangyang can already cultivate ahead of time, but we still can't skip this step. Of course, there's no need to make it too grand. We can just invite a few familiar friends and relatives from our private circle and have a little celebration."
Under Ye Qingxian's earnest gaze, I added, "And in thirteen days, it'll be Ye Ranxing and Ye Zhaoxuan's birthday. We can't forget that either. It doesn't need to be grand—just give them each a small gift."
Cultivators did not fuss over trivialities. A single period of secluded cultivation could last many days.
Most people did not celebrate their birthdays.
Just like me in the past—I had never celebrated my birthday at all.
The time Ye Qingxian celebrated it for me had been a first of its kind.
I had nearly forgotten my own birthday myself.
And of course, following the traditions of Cultivators, I had never celebrated any of my daughters' birthdays either.
What Ye Qingxian did last time