"No need, Mom. Jingchen brought me some food." Jiang Yuman really couldn't eat anymore.
Mother Fu was stunned. "It's not cold, right?" You can't eat cold food during the confinement period.
"No, it's hot."
"That's good. Remember not to bring cold food. You will get sick if you eat it." Mother Fu carefully instructed Fu Jingchen.
As soon as she finished speaking, the child in her arms began to twist her neck again.
Seeing that he was hungry, Jiang Yuman was afraid that he would cry immediately, so she stretched out her hand and said, "Mom, how about I feed him?"
"No, he's still young and can be fed with formula. Once he gets used to it, he won't want to eat formula anymore. It will be even more troublesome to stop him from drinking milk, and he'll cry when he sees you around."
"We can help him out once he gets used to the formula. Otherwise, he will only recognize you."
There was warm water in the kitchen. While talking, Fu Jingchen came in with the milk powder.
He held the little guy in his arms, put a piece of cloth under his chin, and fed him half-heartedly.
Seeing that he was clumsy but cautious in his movements, Fu's mother couldn't help but smile.
I didn't want to bother them anymore and turned around and walked out the door.
There wasn’t enough breast milk, and the little one wasn’t happy with the meals for the past few meals. Suddenly, he didn’t have to work hard to get so much milk, and his little mouth moved, looking impatient.
Like a little bird waiting to be fed.
Jiang Yuman leaned on Fu Jingchen's shoulder and looked at him funny. When she saw him lift his eyelids, she suddenly said, "His double eyelids are so obvious."
Even though it still doesn’t look good now, my double eyelids are already big and wide.
I couldn’t see it yesterday.
Fu Jingchen was holding his son in his arms and his wife was leaning on his shoulder. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
"Um."
Jiang Yuman looked at him for a while longer, then lightly touched the marks on his face with her fingers, frowning, "What are these scratches? They weren't there last night."
"Mom said his nails were too long and he scratched himself."
After hearing this, Jiang Yuman realized that her new baby would scratch his face by himself.
I held his little hand and looked at it carefully, and I saw that the little fingernails on it were quite sharp.
"After feeding, cut his fingernails shorter."
Jiang Yuman sighed, "I'm not good-looking to begin with. What will happen if I scratch myself all over the face?"
Fu Jingchen: “…….”
I hugged my son tightly in my arms, always feeling that he was disliked by his wife.
"No, Mom said he will grow out of it in the future."
"That would be best."
…
After feeding, coax the baby to sleep.
Not long after he fell asleep, he started crying again for no apparent reason. Fu Jingchen took a look and changed his diaper again.
The movements are clumsy, but the force is released gently and I enjoy it.
Jiang Yuman watched him busying around without any impatience, and couldn't help but sigh: Some people are just born to be husbands and fathers.
Fortunately, after this poop, the little guy finally fell asleep.
Afraid of waking him up, Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen spoke softly, "By the way, should we give the baby a name?"
You can't always use "he" as a pronoun.
"Have you thought it through?" Fu Jingchen looked at her.
Jiang Yuman nodded.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard a few ghostly howling sounds from the yard.
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