When Song Shiting rushed in from outside, he saw Ruan Qingling holding the child. Aunt Liu staggered, but thankfully she managed to grab the wall and didn't fall.
Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling with a gloomy expression: "Give me the child first."
A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking the light.
Ruan Qingling looked up and saw that the man was a head taller than her, and his cold black eyes were staring intently at her.
Intimidated by the other person's imposing presence, she could only explain, "The room was too smoky, so I brought the child out to get some fresh air."
Song Shiting reached out and insisted, "Give me the child first."
His impatient demeanor exuded a strong sense of pressure.
Ruan Qingling said, "She is sick."
Song Shiting had already reached out, so Ruan Qingling had no choice but to let go to avoid hurting the child.
Song Shiting's way of holding the child was incorrect, but you could tell he was being very careful. It's just that the child was feeling unwell, and being held like that would make him even more uncomfortable.
Therefore, the crying became even louder!
Seeing the child suffering, Ruan Qingling reiterated, "She's sick!"
Aunt Liu quickly said, "She's hungry, poor thing, she hasn't eaten in so long. The porridge will be ready soon. Yaya, don't cry. Shiting, wait a moment, I'll get the child a bowl."
As she turned around, she said, "Don't cry, Yaya, don't cry. Grandma has brought you some food."
Song Shiting stood stiffly under the shade of the tree, and to prevent the child from being exposed to the sun, he pulled his straw hat up to cover the child's face.
The man in front of me was tall and handsome. Although his posture while holding the child was a little awkward, he tried his best to coax the child in a gentle tone, which even made him seem a little bit cute.
The man's good looks inexplicably touched her heart.
Aunt Liu quickly brought out a bowl and said, "It's a little hot, blow on it to cool it down. Let the child drink some rice cereal to fill his stomach first."
Ya Ya has never been breastfed since birth, and her health has always been poor. In addition, Ruan Qingling is unwilling to feed the child, so the child is only fed sporadically. To put it bluntly, she is just hanging on by a thread.
Looking at Ya Ya's sallow face, Ruan Qingling felt inexplicably sorry for her. The original owner of this body really didn't know how to be a mother!
In her past life, she was thirty-two years old, without a boyfriend or children, but she liked girls, and she adopted all her colleagues' daughters as her goddaughters.
Now that I've been given a new body and a daughter, I inexplicably want to spend more time with her.
The child kept crying, and Aunt Liu took a small spoon, scooped up a tiny spoonful, blew on it for a long time, and then put it to the child's mouth.
Ya Ya is so hungry.
She would open her mouth immediately as soon as she saw something edible, but perhaps because she was so sick and uncomfortable, she would cry even harder after taking just one bite.
But I still want to eat...
Ruan Qingling noticed something was wrong and said, "Let me see if her throat is uncomfortable."
However, Aunt Liu looked at Ruan Qingling as if she were a wolf.
"Shiting's wife, it's too sunny here. Why don't you go home first, and I'll bring you a bowl of porridge later?"
Ruan Qingling is too fierce, too powerful, and too noisy; she is very afraid of her.
However, if this continues, the child's throat will only become more and more uncomfortable.
Ruan Qingling looked at Song Shiting and softened her voice: "The child is sick, you can't hold her like this, it's uncomfortable for you to hold her like this."
When she lowered her voice, it was like the flowing water of Jiangnan, clear and pleasant to hear.
Song Shiting looked at her in surprise.
Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, Ruan Qingling reached out quickly and gently, taking the child from Song Shiting's hands.
Song Shiting then realized her cunning!
But fearing that they might hurt Ya Ya while fighting over her, he didn't move.
Ruan Qingling touched the child's forehead and found that the child had a rash.
My throat is hoarse from crying.
She frowned and said, "Quickly get her some medicine to drink."
As she spoke, she gently patted the child's back, just to make the child more comfortable.
But in Song Shiting's and Sixth Aunt's eyes, it was not like that at all.
Is Ruan Qingling trying to poison Ya Ya with a bowl of medicine because she can't throw her away?
Aunt Liu frowned, but still held back, and said to her in a gentle tone, "Shi Ting's wife, don't make a fuss. The child is hungry. Let her eat her fill, and she will stop crying."
How could this poor child have such an outrageous mother?
Ruan Qingling said, "Give me the bowl."
Aunt Liu was in a dilemma, worried that Ruan Qingling would eat Ya Ya's bowl of food.
After all, this woman has done this kind of thing quite a few times!
She specifically said, "This is for the child. There's still some in the pot. I'll get you a bowl in a bit."
Seeing that the child was hungry and uncomfortable, Ruan Qingling said, "Give me the bowl first, I'll feed the child."
She sat down, allowing the child's neck to tilt slightly upwards.
She asked Song Shiting, "Where can I find fresh reed roots?"
Seeing that the child, Ruan Qingling, had stopped crying, Song Shiting asked, "What are you doing?"
Ruan Qingling: "The child has a rash. First, we need to regulate her stomach and intestines, and then clear away the heat and toxins."
Song Shiting knew that fresh reed roots could indeed be used in medicine, and said, "I'll go dig some up."
How could Sixth Aunt let Song Shiting leave? She couldn't handle Ruan Qingling by herself, so she immediately said, "I'll go, I'll go find him."
Now the villagers are all terrified of the granddaughter, so they might as well listen to her when they can meet her demands.
Sixth Aunt went out.
Even if it can't cure diseases, fresh reed roots can still be boiled into a decoction for drinking.
Ya Ya drank several mouthfuls of millet porridge, and with Ruan Qingling massaging her, her crying gradually subsided.
Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling with a complicated expression.
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