A kind elderly woman nearby reminded them:

“Young master, you may not think it’s hot, but a child’s mouth temperature is different from yours. You should wait until the soup has cooled down completely before feeding him.”

Ling Ba clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you for your guidance."

The old woman smiled and waved her hand, "Oh, no need to thank me. But, young master, you'd better let your wife at home feed you."

Ling Bamu nodded.

The baby in her arms continued to cry.

He ate a few mouthfuls of food hastily, and only after the noodle soup had cooled down did he pick up a small spoon to feed the child.

The child opened his mouth slightly, gulped down a mouthful of noodle soup, smacked his lips twice, and then opened his mouth again.

Finally, she stopped crying.

Ling Ba's heart softened, and she was secretly delighted. She quickly began to feed the child the noodle soup in the bowl, spoonful by spoonful.

The child opened and closed his little mouth, and after drinking his fill, finally fell into a deep sleep.

Ling Ba breathed a sigh of relief and continued to shovel the pork rib noodles in his bowl.

In order to meet Ling Qi as soon as possible, he finished his meal, carried the child in one arm, and continued on his way.

Unexpectedly, half an hour later, the child woke up again from hunger.

A bowl of noodle soup alone won't fill you up.

Ling Ba had no choice but to continue looking for food for him.

He came across another small town, and this time, he stopped at a tofu shop and bought a cup of soy milk for his child.

Furthermore, he emptied all the water from his water bag and replaced it all with soy milk.

The child, having eaten and drunk his fill, continued sleeping.

At night, Ling Ba stayed at an inn.

He quickly washed up before continuing to feed the child.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I picked up the child, a strange odor hit my nose.

He pinched his nose and opened the package.

I wanted to cry but couldn't...

This child has diarrhea.

Except for her small face, her entire body was covered in paste.

He could only wash the child from head to toe.

It's finally clean, but the old coat is no longer usable.

He threw away his stained coat and went outside to buy a small blanket for the child to use as a swaddle.

This day was incredibly painful.

He looked at the sleeping baby beside him, who was yawning.

"Sleep well, just hope you can have some peace and quiet tomorrow. We'll go find your father as soon as possible."

I've never been this tired, not even when I was fighting on the battlefield.

...The next day, the Qiu family,

It was Wu Erhu and Wu Sanhu who came to offer New Year's greetings.

The two brothers returned before the Lunar New Year.

As instructed by Qiu Dafu, they were responsible for finishing work and could only leave after all the workers had left.

However, before they came back, they worked odd jobs together for a few days, hoping to improve their family's situation.

When they return to work this year, they plan to bring their eldest brother, fourth brother, and fifth brother with them, so they can all work for Qiu Dafu.

As it happened, Qiu Dafu also needed manpower, and for him, the more craftsmen the better, especially trustworthy ones.

"Miss Qiu." Upon seeing Qiu Yan, Wu Erhu became somewhat nervous, while Wu Sanhu didn't even dare to look Qiu Yan in the eye.

The two of them were hunched over, their eyes seemingly fixed on something.

Qiu Yan smiled faintly. Was she really that scary-looking?

She considers herself to have a rather approachable appearance.

Unconsciously, she thought of Granny Wu, who had long since passed away.

She hasn't seen him since she went to that village to collect mountain produce once.

After that, the Wu family was able to deliver regularly, supplying her wonton shop, Xingyuelou, and Bihu Inn, among other businesses.

Since their mountain village suffered disaster, the supply of mountain products has been reduced by more than half.