She had read so many novels since then, and all period novels had malted milk as an indispensable ingredient. She had only heard of it but had never tasted it, so she was curious and excited.

Little An Bao saw Jiang Nian staring at the red iron can, and stretched out his little hand to touch it, moving it around.

"Baby, this isn't for you to eat."

“Mmmmm—”

When little Anbao heard that it wasn't food for her, she smacked her lips and became unhappy.

The little girl is getting smarter and smarter.

She wasn't really unhappy, she just hoped Jiang Nian would be soft-hearted, so she pretended to be weak and cute~

Jiang Nian touched little Anbao's nose with his finger.

"Yes, mom will make you some milk."

Jiang Nian had already fed the baby once during the day, but now that his father was gone, little Anbao could only drink milk.

She handed the child to Qin Sanye, took the malted milk, and went into the kitchen.

Xiao Anbao knew that she had milk to drink, so she threw herself into Qin Sanye's arms, happily swinging her limbs and using the man's tall and straight body as a tree to climb.

Qin Sanye felt the little girl's mood.

He touched little An's face and asked softly, "An'an, you're with your mom all day today. Are you happy?"

"Chuck, chuck."

The answer to him was the sound of little An Bao's baby laughing.

The man's eyes and eyebrows were cold and fierce, but that expression completely disappeared at this moment.

He is a father who loves his daughter very much. He bent down and kissed the birthmark on little Anbao's face.

After a while.

Jiang Nian came out of the kitchen, holding not only a milk bottle, but also a cup of malted milk.

Qin Sanye took the bottle naturally, tested the temperature with his palm, shook it gently, and then put it in little Anbao's hand.

Just such a brief moment.

Jiang Nian took the malted milk in his hand and placed it in front of Qin Sanye.

"Aye, this cup is for you."

Aye? !

Qin Sanye's ears twitched, and when he looked past, the woman who spoke softly had turned around and went back to the kitchen.

When you come out again.

Jiang Nian's fair cheeks were slightly red, and he was holding another cup of malted milk in his hand.

A family of three, one cup each.

Little Anbao gulped down the milk, his little mouth tightly attached to the nipple.

Jiang Nian let out a sigh of relief and took a sip of the malted milk.

So sweet!

To be honest, to her, malted milk doesn't taste as good as Wangzai milk, but Jiang Nian still thinks it tastes good.

Qin Sanye didn't like sweet taste, but he drank this cup of malted milk slowly, one sip at a time, without saying anything.

Little Anbao was eating the food in his mouth while looking at the food in Qin Sanye's hand.

The little hand reached out to take the cup of malted milk.

Qin Sanye gently held her little hand.

"An An, no. The milk is yours, and this is daddy's."

Qin Sanye, who always doted on his children infinitely, showed the sternness of an old man for the first time.

At the same time, it was the first time that this man became greedy for material things.

It's him.

…

It was night.

Little Anbao held her in his arms and filled his little tummy with food and drink, and soon fell asleep.

Her favorite sleeping position is in the middle of the big bed, and her little face is peaceful.

Jiang Nian was lying on the inside, and seeing that Xiao Anbao had fallen asleep, he pulled the quilt, but did not lie down with him. Instead, he sat up and put on a piece of clothing.

Aside.

Qin Sanye took off his clothes and prepared to go to bed.

Suddenly, I felt a force gently tugging at his coat.

He turned his head and looked, his sight met a pair of clear and bright eyes.

Jiang Nian grabbed the corner of Qin Sanye's clothes, tilted his head back, and spoke softly.

"Qin Sanye, don't go to sleep yet."