Old Mrs. Li's gaze fell on Dachou's thin, dark face.

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes unconsciously.

She disliked this child the moment she saw him.

She was as timid as a mouse and started trembling as soon as she looked at him.

He is only nine months old and he is so timid. What will happen to him in the future?

And he is not as good-looking as Xiaojiu and Gou Wa.

Both children look like chubby kids. Although they are tanned, they are still good-looking.

Stared at by Old Lady Li's knife-like gaze, he opened his big stinky mouth and started crying loudly.

"I didn't say anything, didn't do anything, why did you start crying? Ailan, you gave birth to this child, you have to comfort him. This child should be like your brother Xiaojiu and your nephew Gou Wa. Look at them, they are like little piglets."

Old Mrs. Li's gaze shifted to Xiaojiu and Gou Wa, who were opening their mouths wide, waiting to be fed, and a smile instantly brightened her face.

"Grandma, Dachou is crying, isn't it because he has nothing to eat?" Li Ailan was not in a hurry to coax the child, but kept asking for food.

Dachou was crying so hard that Zhang Xiulan and Zhao Meixia looked at each other and were about to speak when they saw Old Lady Li take a bowl, fill it with coarse grain porridge from the pot, and hand it to Li Ailan with a clean spoon.

"Feed the baby quickly."

Li Ailan looked at the monotonous coarse grain porridge in her son's bowl, and then looked at the bowls of Zhao Meixia and Zhang Xiulan, which contained egg custard and fine grains respectively. She felt a little unhappy.

"Grandma, Dachou wants to eat the same thing as Xiaojiu and Gou Wa." Li Ailan said.

"Eat, eat, eat, all you do is eat. Did you work for our Li family, or what? Zhang Xiulan and Meixia, who doesn't work every day to earn work points? You don't work, just come here to eat and drink for free, and you dare to be picky? If you don't like it, don't eat!"

After saying that, Old Lady Li reached out to take the food.

Li Ailan quickly reached out to protect the bowl, scraped it with the spoon a few times, blew on it randomly, and put it to her big, stinky mouth.

Dachou finally stopped crying, opened his mouth, bit the spoon, and swallowed a mouthful of coarse grain porridge.

The child stopped crying and the kitchen became quiet.

Just when everyone thought that Li Ailan was about to feed Dachou the second spoonful, who knew that next, the whole bowl of porridge went directly into Li Ailan's stomach.

Old Mrs. Li has lived for so many years, but this is the first time she has seen such a strange thing.

As a mother, you should not focus on your children, but on yourself.

"Li Ailan, what are you doing? If you eat, what will the child eat?" asked Old Mrs. Li.

"He ate a spoonful!" Li Ailan explained.

After saying that, he added, "I'm giving it to Dachou to taste and see if it tastes good."

"How can you taste food like this? No wonder you are so fat and your child is so thin. Could it be that all the food goes into your stomach?" Old Mrs. Li said sarcastically.

As soon as she finished speaking, Dachou suddenly burst into tears, with tears and snot all around him.

While crying, she kicked her legs hard and kicked off the rotten shoes on her feet.

The crying became louder and louder, heart-wrenching.

"Why are you crying? It's not like I haven't eaten. I'm not full yet!" Li Ailan looked aggrieved and spoke to her son in a whining voice.

Dachou cried even harder.

Such a young child, crying so pitifully, Zhang Xiulan and Zhao Meixia, both mothers, couldn't bear to watch it.

One held the child, and the other changed a pair of clean chopsticks and fed Dachou.