"This..." Cai Gangqiang's father looked hesitant.
Li Fuman took out two malted milk bottles, each half-filled with milk powder, from the bamboo basket he was carrying. "These are both milk powders. Use naturally cooled warm water to make them for the two children. Keep them calm first."
When Cai Gangqiang's father heard that there was milk powder in the can, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Milk...milk powder?"
Milk powder is a rare commodity for most people in this era.
Something more precious than malted milk.
Malted milk is already a luxury for people of this era, and milk powder is even more of a luxury among luxuries.
Isn’t it said that if someone brings malted milk to visit relatives, it will be absolutely dazzling and a great honor?
If I bring milk powder, I will probably be praised by my relatives as a god-like figure.
Looking at Cai Gangqiang's father's reaction, Li Fuman knew that he might have a lot to ask.
But Li Fuman didn't want to elaborate.
Originally, these things should not be taken out and should be given privately to grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
But now, there is really no other way.
If it is not taken out, the two little great-grandsons will die.
"My dear relatives, this matter should only be known to your family members. Don't tell anyone else. We bought it at a high price from our relatives in the city, and we used a lot of fine grain to exchange it for it."
Li Fuman did not say that the milk powder was left by Li Jinfeng because he did not want others to think that Li Jinfeng was living a good life.
By then, everyone will be trying to take advantage of Jin Feng, and there will be endless troubles.
When he heard that it was exchanged for fine grains, Cai Gangqiang's father stopped talking.
Taking the milk powder, I hurried to the kitchen.
Li Fuman followed closely behind. Under the guidance of Cai Gangqiang's father, Li Fuman grabbed the largest hen in the Cai family and killed the hen on the spot with a knife.
Hearing the crowing of a rooster, Huang Qiuju rushed into the kitchen and saw chicken blood spilled on the floor. She then saw Li Fuman holding a knife and a killed chicken in his hand.
Huang Qiuju felt her head congested with blood and she opened her mouth and started yelling, "Li Fuman, you old bastard, you dare to kill my chickens, I..."
"Shut...shut up!" Cai Gangqiang's father shouted at Huang Qiuju.
Before Huang Qiuju could lose her temper, he continued, "My uncle-in-law sent...sent some milk powder over here. What's wrong with killing us...killing us a chicken?"
"Milk powder?" Huang Qiuju was stunned.
It was not until Cai Gangqiang's father shook the box of malted milk on the stove that she realized that the milk powder in her husband's mouth could be fed to children.
"Hurry, boil some water and prepare some for Dachou and Erchou. We're going to make some milk!"
Dachou and Erchou are the nicknames Huang Qiuju gave to her two children.
The child's nickname is cheap and easy to raise.
Huang Qiuju thought that the two children were like stink bugs in the toilet, they could grow up no matter what they ate, so she gave them these two nicknames.
Li Ailan looked unhappy. She wanted to name her own son "Chou". Why not name him "Shou"?
But no one could control Huang Qiuju's mouth. Whenever Huang Qiuju opened her mouth, she would swear.
Li Ailan was so angry that she almost got up from her confinement bed and hit her.
After the water was boiled, it was set aside to cool for a while. When the temperature was right, Huang Qiuju made two bowls of milk and took them to Li Ailan's room.
The two children calmed down after drinking the milk.
Taking advantage of this time, Li Fuman asked Cai Gangqiang's father to stew chicken soup in the kitchen.
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