Fu Jiang, who was drenched on the head, was fine, but the little guy was in a terrible state. He squinted his eyes, opened his toothless mouth and cried loudly, and his clenched fists waved from time to time, looking extremely arrogant.

The saying that the crying child gets the milk is absolutely true.

After crying for a while, the little guy was held in Bai Xue's arms. She clumsily lifted up his clothes and fed him milk.

The soft food blocked the little guy's mouth. He whimpered twice and then stopped making any sound. While sucking, he held the white bowl of rice in his hands.

Han Cheng couldn't help sniffing when he saw something that used to belong to him being eaten by the little guy.

Damn it, the kids are all vampires. They’ve just been born and they’ve started stealing food from me.

After eating for a while, the little guy stopped making noises and fell asleep again. Han Cheng asked Bai Xuemei to put the little guy on the kang and let him sleep by himself.

The little guy didn't sleep for long before he started crying again.

The food entered his mouth again, which stopped his crying.

After eating for a while, Sister Bai Xue tried to slowly put the little guy, who was no longer making trouble, onto the kang.

As soon as my hand left, the little guy started crying again.

Sister Bai Xue was at a loss as to what to do, not knowing what was wrong with the little guy who was just crying.

Han Cheng held the soft little guy in his arms, and shook his head slightly, and coaxed him softly with words like "Oh~Oh~Baby, sleepy~", but it turned out that he couldn't coax him anymore. The more he coaxed, the more he made noises.

Sister Bai Xue sat up straight with a look of heartache, took the little guy from Han Cheng's arms, and once again used the magic weapon of "stopping the noise". After the food was in its mouth, the little guy whimpered twice and stopped making any more noise.

Han Cheng looked at Bai Xuemei's chest, then looked down at his own, and couldn't help but sniffling slightly.

Sure enough, mothers always have advantages over fathers in raising children.

However, Sister Bai Xue's advantage did not seem to be obvious enough. The little guy ate for a while, and started to make a fuss again as soon as the food left his mouth.

This little guy is so obsessed with his bowl? He won't even let it go? This is too overbearing!

Han Cheng thought so in his heart.

After this happened two or three times, Han Cheng finally figured out what was going on.

He took two steps towards Bai Xuemei, looked at his son who was eating hard with his bowl in his arms, swallowed his saliva, and then lifted up Bai Xuemei's shirt completely.

Then he bent down, opened his mouth, and started competing with his son in eating.

Sister Bai Xue looked at the father and son in her arms, one big and one small, and was a little stunned and wanted to laugh for a moment.

Of course, Han Cheng didn't just feel greedy when he saw his son eating and wanted to have a bite too. He did this for a purpose.

After sucking a few times, Han Cheng discovered the crux of the problem.

It’s not because the little guy likes to make trouble, but because there is no rice in Sister Bai Xue’s two bowls.

The little guy had been eating for such a long time but didn't get a single bite of food into his mouth. Moreover, he was getting hungrier and hungrier, so of course he would cry.

After thinking about it, Han Cheng carried the little guy out of the room.

There are many breastfeeding women in the tribe, so it is easy to find one to feed the baby.

I hadn't walked far when I saw Xing sitting in the shade, breastfeeding her child.

It always feels a bit awkward when a man asks for help with something like borrowing breast milk, especially for a man like Han Cheng who came from the future.

But looking at the little one crying in his arms, Han Cheng had to speak no matter how difficult it was to do so.

To a certain extent, children in the tribe are raised together, and it is very common for a tribe to feed milk to children who are not their own.

As soon as Han Cheng opened his mouth, Xing smiled and took the crying little kid over.

One of them held one in his arms and began to feed the two little ones.

The little fellow, who had been eating from an empty bowl for a long time, finally came across a bowl with rice. He ate very greedily, sucking it with his little mouth.

The other one in Xing's arms had stopped eating, but he was still eating.

After a while, the little guy finally shut up.

The little guy, who had eaten and drunk his fill, seemed very well behaved. He stopped crying and just stared up at the sky with his big black eyes.

Han Cheng carried his son back home. When they walked the short distance from outside to the house, the guy had already fallen asleep.

Seeing the little guy fall asleep peacefully after eating and drinking, Bai Xue, who had been worried, finally felt relieved.

But she soon became uncomfortable again because she had no milk and could not feed her child.

Han Cheng had a vague understanding of this aspect. It seemed that people were different. Some people's milk would not come out until some time after the baby was born.

During this process, the mother can be given more good food to promote lactation.

As I recall, hedgehog meat, loach and fennel can stimulate lactation. Hedgehogs are hard to find now, but loaches are relatively easy to get.

"It's okay. With Brother Cheng here, the milk will definitely come out."

Seeing that Bai Xue was in great pain, Han Cheng patted his chest and made a promise.

After lying on the kang and watching his son for a while, Han Cheng went out to call on the minors in the tribe to dig earthworms and catch loaches.

Children are most interested in such activities. Now Han Cheng, the Son of God, has summoned them. What can we do?

In a short while, a group of people gathered, chattering and jumping for joy. They carried two pottery jars and followed Han Cheng towards the river...

I went to collect cards in the afternoon and had a great harvest, half a basin of slippery loaches, a few white eels and two yellow eels, which made me very happy.

Compared with eels, snakes and pythons, the white eel is actually more like the legendary dragon because it has small ears.

White eels are not very common in later generations, but there are quite a few of them in the small river in front of the Qingque tribe, even more than yellow eels.

Moreover, compared with yellow eel, the meat of white eel is more flavorful.

This is certainly not because the eels are more naughty and sometimes play "Let's go, eels" and go to places they shouldn't go.

After processing the loaches, they were boiled into soup. After it was ready, two bowls were served to Sister Bai Xue, and the rest was distributed to the others who were still breastfeeding.

Several yellow eels and white eels were cut into pieces, fried in oil, and then became the food that Han Cheng and the others ate.

After eating these and waiting for a while, Han Cheng and others had dinner again, and the sky gradually darkened.

During this process, Han Cheng took his baby to other women in the tribe to breastfeed him twice.

The little guy can eat, poop and pee, and you can't say much, because even if you do, he won't pay any attention to you and will continue to do what he wants.

When he is in a good mood, he will sleep well. When he is in a bad mood, he will cry and you have to coax him.

This is not giving birth to a son, it is clearly giving birth to an ancestor.

Only half a day had passed, but Han Cheng deeply realized how difficult it was to be a nanny.

By the evening, Bai Xuemei's milk still hadn't come in. Looking at Bai Xuemei who was a little worried, Han Cheng felt that it was time for him to use his ultimate move...