"Grandma Xiao Jie, since two legs are not as good as one leg, why don't you give Xiao Jie mushrooms?" Ye Qingqing couldn't help but retort.
Xiao Jie is already clearly malnourished, but this old lady is still self-righteous and won't listen to other people's good advice. She thinks she's doing it for her grandson's good, but in fact she's harming him in the name of love.
The old lady choked for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, and glared at Ye Qingqing with annoyance, "My Xiao Jie loves to eat chicken legs, and my family is not short of money."
After saying that, she dragged Xiao Jie to school, walking with a brisk pace. Xiao Jie followed behind, stumbling and unsteady. With his tall grandmother standing beside him, the little boy looked even smaller and thinner.
Speaking of which, Xiao Jie's grandparents and parents are not short. The men are burly and the women are tall. Genetically speaking, Xiao Jie will also be tall, or at least not short.
But now Xiao Jie is five years old, and he is obviously shorter than other children his age. He is not even as tall as three-year-old Xiao Zhu. His weight is also not up to par. His back is too thin, and his face is pale with a faint bluish tinge. These are obvious symptoms of poor spleen and stomach function, which is what is commonly known as infantile malnutrition.
In the past, there were usually old ladies in the village who knew how to treat infantile malnutrition. They would heat a sewing needle over a fire, then prick the child's finger with the needle a few times, squeeze out a few drops of blood, and the child's malnutrition would be cured, and the child's appetite would return.
It's not common to see elderly women like this nowadays, and many young parents trust hospitals more and are skeptical of folk remedies. Trusting science is certainly a good thing, but some folk remedies are actually quite effective.
Ye Qingqing sighed and said no more. This old lady was stubborn and inflexible, so it was pointless to talk to her. She would talk to Xiao Jie's mother another day.
She had met Xiao Jie's mother a few times before. She was a very intellectual woman, with a dignified appearance and a lively personality. She gave people a very comfortable feeling and was definitely more reasonable than Xiao Jie's grandmother.
Looking down at the little pig slowly eating its egg, Ye Qingqing was both amused and exasperated. She had said that other people were bad at raising children, but she had no right to complain. She hadn't even taught her own son properly yet!
"Hurry up!"
Ye Qingqing tugged hard, and the little pig almost dropped the egg in its hand. Startled, it clutched it tightly and stuffed it into its mouth as it ran, not wanting to waste a single crumb of egg.
Under Ye Qingqing's "dog-walking" method, the little pig arrived at school a minute early for the first time, which stunned the gatekeeper, who was more shocked than if the sun had risen in the west.
In the following days, Ye Qingqing continued to train the piglet using the same method, but the results were not ideal. The little rascal remained slow and did not speed up at all.
Ye Qingqing was not discouraged. At least she had improved her habit of being late for school a lot and could usually arrive at school a minute or two early. She believed that with more time, Xiaozhu's dawdling would also be corrected. Ye Qingqing was very confident.
The weekend arrived, and Xiaozhu didn't have to go to school. Ye Qingqing usually slept in, but in order to train Xiaozhu, she gave up her beauty sleep and woke him up at six o'clock as usual, taking him out for a run so that Lu Mo could sleep a little longer.
The community has a running track, and there's a park next to it. The scenery is quite nice, and many people in the community are running. Ye Qingqing took Xiaozhu for a run and saw Xiaojie rolling on the ground with his mother next to him, who had a sullen face.
"Get up. You need to exercise so you won't always get sick," Xiao Jie's mother said in a deep voice.
"No, no... I just don't want it..."
Xiao Jie acted like a scoundrel and threw a tantrum, and Xiao Jie's mother's eyes grew increasingly angry.
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