When the food reached Dachou's mouth, he finally stopped crying and opened his mouth to take the food.
The little guy ate anxiously, mouthful after mouthful, as if he was afraid someone would snatch the food from him.
Zhang Xiu Lan and Zhao Meixia felt heartbroken watching this.
A nine-month-old child is treated like a treasure in every family, but when it comes to Li Ailan, she can't even guarantee that her stuttering will stop.
"That's enough, that's enough. If you feed me any more, my grandson will have nothing to eat!" Old Mrs. Li, who was standing by, watched Zhang Xiulan feed almost half of the rice in Xiaojiu's bowl to Dachou, and shouted anxiously.
Zhang Xiulan thought for a moment and said to Old Lady Li, "Mom, Dachou doesn't seem full yet. I'll feed him a few more mouthfuls. I'll make some milk powder for Xiaojiu later."
"What does it have to do with you whether he's full or not? He's not your son. Zhang Xiulan, you're digging the meat out of your own son's bowl and feeding it to someone else's child. They won't be grateful to you!" Old Mrs. Li said angrily.
"Grandma, Ailan's child is also a relative of our Li family. We only care about her." Zhao Meixia came out to smooth things over.
The two people continued to feed Dachou, and when the bowl of rice was finished, Dachou finally stopped opening his mouth.
After eating his fill, Dachou was no longer so afraid of Zhao Meixia and Zhang Xiu Lan.
He even found a comfortable place in Zhao Meixia's arms and prepared to sleep.
The child is a good child, but unfortunately he has an ignorant mother.
Zhao Meixia sighed and patted Dachou on the back.
"Mom, I'll take the child to my room to sleep for a while. Please help me look after Gou Wa for a while." Zhao Meixia said.
Zhang Xiulan didn't say anything. Li Ailan looked impatient and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. I'll be in the kitchen!"
Zhao Meixia held Dachou and walked out of the kitchen helplessly.
As soon as I walked out, I ran into Mr. Lu who was coming back from work, as well as Li Dahu, Li Dahe and Li Qiushu.
Li Fuman was walking in front and saw Zhao Meixia holding a child in her arms. At first he thought it was Gou Wa, but when he got closer, he saw that the child in Zhao Meixia's arms was dark and thin. It was not Gou Wa at all, but Li Ailan's son Da Chou.
"Meixia, what are you doing?" Li Fuman asked.
"Grandpa, Dachou wants to sleep. There is a place for him to sleep in the kitchen. I want to carry him to my room and let him sleep for a while." Zhao Meixia said.
"Where is Ailan?" Li Fuman asked.
"In the kitchen."
"Give her the child back. She doesn't even look after her own son. What? Do you expect others to take care of the child for her?" Li Fuman said.
Zhao Meixia had no choice but to take the child back.
Seeing her come back, Old Lady Li was about to ask something, but when she saw Li Fuman coming back, she immediately fell silent.
Li Ailan acted as if nothing had happened, and asked Zhao Meixia in confusion, "Second sister-in-law, why did you bring Da Chou back again? Didn't you say you were going to take him to bed?"
"How dare you ask? You don't even take care of your own child? You rely on others?" Li Fuman repeated what he had said before to Li Ailan.
"Grandpa, can you please stop being so mean to me every time you see me? I also want to take care of Dachou, but my second sister-in-law won't let me." Li Ailan said aggrievedly.
Zhao Meixia, on the other hand, was stunned. "Ailan, when did I stop you from taking care of the child? You even ate the child's entire bowl of whole grain porridge, and only he took a bite. My mom and I only fed Dachou when we saw him crying from hunger. As for holding Dachou to sleep, wasn't it because we saw that he was tired?"
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