Seeing Xinyue putting the peeled candy into her mouth, Pingping stopped crying and kept staring at her mouth with her saliva flowing.

"Haha, I'm greedy."

Wu Hong smiled and helped him wipe his saliva.

"He likes to stare at people eating. He is very curious about what they are eating."

"Why don't you feed him something else earlier? Like rice cereal or eggs."

"Not yet."

"The baby's gastrointestinal function has not yet fully developed. Adding complementary foods to them too early will put a burden on the stomach and intestines. It will be almost done in two months."

"While you can still feed your baby with breast milk, continue feeding him some. After June, you will have to rely on formula milk as the main food."

"I didn't expect there would be so many explanations for feeding a child."

"It's just that I'm a fussy person."

"I thought that since we have these conditions, we should still follow a healthier way."

"If you are like some families who are short of food and drink, you can't really care about anything else. Raising your children is the most important thing."

"That's the way it should be. Times are changing, so raising children should naturally follow the right way."

Seeing how well Ping An'an was taken care of, others couldn't say a word about her being particular about her.

No matter how she raises the child, it is her own child. The rest of them can only lend a hand and not interfere too much. It is good like this now.

Song Fuyu's opinion was the main one. If they had different ideas, they would bring them up and discuss them together.

"Xiao Yu, why don't you let Ping An sleep in our room at night."

"Mom, Dad finally came over."

"Actually, your dad heard that they were very well behaved at night and wanted to take them to sleep together. He even prepared a bedtime story, but he was embarrassed to tell you."

Father Yan had just been asking Mother Yan what stories the two children liked to hear. Having been married for so many years, how could Mother Yan not know what he was thinking.

"So that's how it is. Well then, thank you, Mom and Dad, for taking care of them at night."

"It's not hard, I'm very happy."

Yan's mother held An'an and Song Fuyu held Pingping, and they took them to the room where Yan's mother slept.

The brother and sister are not picky about who they sleep with and are happy to sleep with anyone.

"Dad, there is a story called The Little Squirrel in this storybook. Pingping likes it very much. I promised to tell him the story today."

"Okay, I'll read it to them."

Father Yan took the storybook and looked calm on the surface, but he was actually very happy in his heart.