As the sky just began to lighten, He Jinxuan brought Xinyan back to pick up the postpartum meals prepared by Sister Chen.
There was red date and millet porridge, boiled eggs, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables, all quite light.
Han Jingchen saw her sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to wake her up. But while he was reluctant, his son didn't care; with a pout of his little mouth, he started crying.
Han Chunxue quickly picked up the child to soothe him, but this time he hadn't pooped or peed.
Su Aihong whispered, "He must be hungry."
Han Chunxue looked at her, "Elder Sister-in-law, we've already given him water twice, his stomach must be empty. We can't fool him anymore. My Second Sister-in-law hasn't eaten yet, so she probably won't have milk soon. Let's make some formula for the baby first."
Su Aihong looked at the still-crying little one and said tenderly, "Hold on, Auntie will make you some formula right away."
