Chapter 367: Dispute over Food 3
"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
Spitting out the deflated pacifier, Lu Xibao howled at the top of his lungs, his limbs moving wildly, Feng Qingxue almost couldn't hold him.
"It's all your fault!" Feng Qingxue glared at Lu Jiang.
After finishing Xibao's rations, wouldn't Xibao be annoyed if she couldn't get breast milk in the middle of the night?
Xibao has always been protective of food, and if her appetite is not satisfied, no one wants to sleep.
Lu Jiang coughed, his eyes wandering back and forth, and he felt a little embarrassed, but could he blame him when he was deeply in love? Besides, the little fat boy has been eating for seven or eight months, and there is milk powder at home, so he won't starve.
Feng Qingxue sat on the inside of the bed and kicked him off the bed, "Hurry up and make milk powder for Xibao."
"Yes, my dear wife!" Lu Jiang got off the bed with his bare chest, wearing cotton slippers, and shone the kerosene lamp with a flashlight. Then he poured some kerosene from the oil bottle into it, relit it, turned off the flashlight, and took out the duckbill glass milk bottle specially used by Xibao.
The milk bottle in the space did not conform to the characteristics of this era, and Feng Qingxue asked many people to buy this milk bottle.
She has always been careful. The thermos was filled with hot water, and the enamel pot next to it was filled with cold water. The cold water and hot water were mixed together, and the milk powder was quickly made, so the child did not have to wait on an empty stomach.
"Here, little fat boy!" Lu Jiang stretched the milk bottle to his son.
Xibao was shouting with his eyes closed, not even looking at him, and the little fat on his arms and legs was shaking.
Lu Jiang stuffed the bottle directly into his wide-open mouth, "You've been spoiled, the more you cry, the more excited you are, right? Little Fatty, if you cry again, I'll eat your rations tomorrow and make you drink milk powder every day."
Xibao opened his eyes, holding the bottle and sucking, sobbing.
"Qingxue, he seems to understand what we say!" Lu Jiang knelt on one knee on the bed, looking at his fat son who was drinking milk powder with his cheeks puffed up, gurgling and drinking very quickly.
Feng Qingxue rolled her eyes at him, "The child is not static, he is gradually growing up, and slowly has his own consciousness. What's so strange about understanding words? Many times when I asked him to turn over, he turned over to show me. When I called his name, his eyes would turn to me, which means he knows that Xibao is his name."
Hearing his own name, Xibao rolled his eyes and looked at his mother in front of him.
Lu Jiang praised: "This kid is as smart as me."
"You are also greedy!"
After hearing this, Lu Jiang chuckled.
After eating and drinking, and changing his diaper, the little fat boy soon fell asleep.
Feng Qingxue hugged Xibao and lay down, and asked Lu Jiang to blow out the lights, "Stop making trouble, go to bed early, there is nothing to do at home tomorrow, don't you go to visit Aunt Zhao and tell her about Xibao's godfather's current situation?"
Lu Jiang did as he was told and pulled another quilt over himself.
"Go, I should go as soon as possible!" Thinking of Zhao Anbang's current situation, Lu Jiang sighed, but soldiers have always been prepared to die on the battlefield, and it is a great blessing to be able to save his life. He pulled the quilt up, always feeling that it is very desolate to cover a quilt alone, and couldn't help saying: "Qingxue, make a big quilt next time, if the width is not enough, just put two quilt covers together."
A family of three will never feel comfortable if they don't sleep in the same quilt.
Feng Qingxue had already closed her eyes. After hearing what he said, she said, "I have a big quilt in my space, two meters long and two meters wide. Let's pretend to bring it back from the city tomorrow."
"Okay!" Lu Jiang would not let himself down.
Through the quilt, he looked up at the dark roof, "Wife, can I discuss something with you?"