Zhao An felt a pang of heartache as he looked at the sewage his grandmother was carrying out.

No wonder women's bodies become weak after giving birth.

"Mother, please don't have any more little sisters in the future."

Zhao San shook his head, "No more children, no more children."

Perhaps, he was not destined to have a daughter.

His wife, Yumei, is busy with her business all day long, earning just as much money as him, and she also has to give birth to his child. It's really too hard for her.

Once they were allowed inside, Zhao San rushed to Qiu Yumei's bedside and wiped the sweat from her temples.

"Yu Mei, thank you for your hard work."

Qiu Yumei smiled weakly: "Why don't you even look at the child?"

The baby has just had milk and is sleeping soundly.

"All kids are the same, what's so interesting about them? I just love watching you."

Qiu Yumei turned her face away, "You're all so old, yet you still say such shameless things."

At this moment, Qiu Yan pushed open the door and brought in a bowl of brown sugar water that Xu had just boiled. "Auntie, drink it while it's hot."

Following closely behind, Madam Xu pushed open the door and entered.

"San'er, go to the Li family's ranch and buy some poultry to nourish Yumei."

"Hmm." Zhao San got up and left the room.

Qiu Yan looked carefully at the sleeping baby and couldn't help but smile.

This little cousin is so adorable. When she grows up, she'll definitely be just as lovable as Ling'er.

...The other child wasn't so lucky.

On the other side, Ling Ba, carrying the child, rode a fine horse, moving extremely slowly.

This was the slowest he had ever walked.

Hearing his child's hoarse, agonizing cries, he felt utterly frantic.

"All you do is cry, cry, cry."

Her voice was hoarse, but she still couldn't stop crying.

The child had fainted from crying several times in just one morning.

“I know you’re hungry, but your mother doesn’t want you, and you can’t eat regular food. Where am I supposed to find milk for you?”

His response was a cacophony of cries, one louder than the last.

"I'm really scared of you."

When they came across a small town, Ling Ba stopped to find something to eat for the children.

It was midday, and there was plenty of tea, but no milk at all.

He randomly picked a noodle stall and sat down.

The child's cries quickly attracted the attention of those around him, who all pointed and whispered at Ling Ba.

The waiter was a little surprised, but since a customer had come, he still happily came over to greet him.

"Sir, would you like a bowl of pork rib noodles?"

Ling Ba: "Hmm, a bowl of pork rib noodles, first a bowl of noodle soup, and oh right, a spoon too."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The waiter got up and left the table, muttering to himself, "This man is really strange."

Under heaven, where would you find a grown man carrying a newborn baby and running around in the streets?

As soon as the noodle soup was served, Ling Ba began feeding the child.

He held the child in one arm and used a spoon in the other to gently scoop a spoonful of noodle soup, swirl it around, and then fed it to the child.

The baby in her arms was so hungry that its crying stopped abruptly.

He opened his mouth to drink, but as soon as the soup entered his mouth, he started wailing again.

"Still crying?"

Could it be that he got burned?

Ling Ba was at a loss, so he took a sip.

It's not hot at all.

At this moment, the waiter came again.

He suppressed a laugh.

"Sir, your pork rib noodles are ready."

"Yes, thank you."

The waiter shook his head: "Sir, you can't feed your child like that."

Ling Ba: "Do you know how to feed him?"

"Well... of course, we'll have the young lady at home feed him," the waiter said, eliciting a burst of laughter from those around him.

Ling Ba was taken aback; this was the first time in his life he had encountered such an embarrassing situation.