"Brother Dali, why are you here?" Sun Xiaode asked Zhao Dali, who was in a cautious posture, "Where is the old man?"

"The old man is asleep, and the baby has been crying. I'll bring him out so that the old man can have a good sleep..." Zhao Dali looked at the people in the room, and then his eyes met those of the kids with bright eyes.

"Uncle Dali," Ichijo and Nijo called out. Sanjo, however, still had no recollection of the man before him. He had clearly taken the same train with his brother and the others, so why didn't he remember anything?

"It's the sister-in-law on the train. These are a few of her family's..." Sun Xiaode explained when he saw Zhao Dali's puzzled look.

"Yi Tiao... Hello." He seemed to remember what she said. Zhao Dali nodded slightly to Cheng Zhenzhu, greeting her, and then continued to coax the little baby in his arms. The baby was too small and weak, so he only dared to touch it lightly twice.

Cheng Zhenzhu nodded in response, then her eyes fell on the crying little baby in his arms. The little baby before her was incredibly thin, with a flushed face and a slightly swollen body. The small clothes looked baggy on him, and tears welled in his eyes, like an abandoned puppy...

"Premature birth, father dies and mother remarries", I used to regard these words as a story, but now that I see the child with my own eyes, I realize how heavy these words are for a little baby.

The six children heard the faint, intermittent crying and felt uncomfortable. They lost their appetite for breakfast and looked towards Zhao Dali's arms. But they couldn't see the face, only a tiny hand and two soft little feet...

"Has the kid eaten?" Wang Dahua asked, looking at the kid whose face was red from crying.

Zhao Dali shook his head and said worriedly, "I just fed the baby, but he refused to drink and vomited all over himself. The milk came out of his nose. I don't dare to feed him anymore."

"What's going on? He hasn't eaten anything and looks even thinner and smaller than when he was born..." Wang Dahua watched, feeling distressed and anxious. Such a heartless mother, she's really making the child suffer. What a sin!

"I'll go and borrow some milk from Sister He." Sun Xiaode looked at his frail nephew and decided to go back and try his luck. "Xiao Nian can at least drink a few sips of Sister He's milk."

"Xiao De, don't bother Sister He. She doesn't have much milk. Let's look for someone else." Zhao Dali said in a heavy tone. Just before coming here, Sister He's mother-in-law came again and asked them not to go.

"But I just can't find it." Sun Xiaode closed his eyes and rubbed his head, feeling helpless. It was all for the child, and he could understand. But understanding meant that his nephew would have no milk to drink. This was the only blood left by Brother Weimin. He really didn't know what to do...

"Is there something special about Mrs. He's milk?" Cheng Zhenzhu asked, looking at the little boy with weak breathing and fine fur.

"Alas, we don't know exactly what's going on. Anyway, this kid is only willing to drink Sister He's milk. He refuses to drink other people's milk. It's so frustrating..." Wang Dahua didn't know how many times she had sighed today.

Cheng Zhenzhu suddenly remembered that the male protagonist had a picky eating habit when he grew up. Could it be that he started so young? "What about milk powder and rice oil?"

She remembered that in those days, if children couldn't get breast milk, they would boil rice oil instead. She heard that this thing can nourish the spleen and stomach, and it is a good thing.

"She refuses to eat." Sun Xiaode shook his head helplessly. They had tried all these things, but nothing worked. He really didn't know what was so special about Mrs. He's milk. Could it be that it tasted like his own mother's milk?

This was the only reason he could think of...

Then they fell silent as they looked at the little baby who was still crying softly.

What should I do if it's a picky eater? Make something delicious to tempt it? But such a small baby can't taste it? Wait... Speaking of taste, she seems to have a good thing. Cheng Zhenzhu's eyes lit up, "Auntie, how about letting me make some rice oil for this baby and try it?"

"Rice oil is useless. The child won't eat." Wang Dahua was deeply touched by the kindness of the older woman in front of her. But this method really didn't work. He would spit it out immediately after feeding it. The child's hands and feet were weak, but his mouth was really strong.

"Maybe he'll eat again now?" Cheng Zhenzhu picked up Liu Xiao and said, "When Liu Xiao was little, he also refused to eat for a while. But after feeding him for a while, he's grown so strong now..."

Liu Tiao's eyes widened. He refused to eat this, and then that? How could that be possible? She definitely wasn't talking about him! He ate everything with relish!

Could it be that this little kid was the same as Xiaonian before? Wang Dahua was a little surprised. If so, then...

Zhao Dali and Sun Xiaode looked at the children who were particularly well-fed by Cheng Zhenzhu, looked at each other and said, "Sister-in-law, thank you so much. We can only trouble you now. If you need any help in the future, please let us know."

In this situation, they have to try everything. They really have no other choice.

"No trouble." Cheng Zhenzhu thanked him sincerely twice, waved her hands, borrowed Xiaomi and went to the kitchen to make rice oil. Alas, they wanted a bowl of food for the baby, but she was thinking about how to get the baby.

This kid has a grandfather and several uncles who love him. Can she be taken home to complete the Dragon Ball to kill villains?

...It still takes some time to boil the rice oil. Cheng Zhenzhu waited for the water to boil, skimmed off the foam, and then came out to wait. The six children were huddled together, watching the baby, using all their tricks to coax him.

"Don't cry." San Tiao wanted to wipe it with a handkerchief, but was afraid of damaging the small, soft lump, so he stuffed the handkerchief back.

"Woo woo~" The little baby opened his eyes a little and continued to cry, "Woo wa~"

The six children looked at each other. This little baby cries so much! Even more than a little lion cub. But the little lion cub eats a lot, so why doesn't this little baby eat? He'll starve if he doesn't eat...

After a long while, the little baby, perhaps tired of crying, slowly stopped crying. By then, the millet porridge was almost done. Cheng Zhenzhu returned to the kitchen, scooped out the thick layer of stuff floating on the porridge, and then, while no one was around, added two high-quality flavor powders.

This was the flavorful thing she'd mentioned. She'd gotten 1,000 grams from a previous quest, but she'd barely used it. There were no dietary restrictions listed. Just in case, she checked with Xiaoqi again.

Xiao Qi said that if there's no specific label, it means everyone, regardless of age, can eat it. The system has high standards for edible rewards, so you can eat them with confidence...