Mother Ruan poked him and said, "Let's not get involved in naming things, shall we? How about we think of a nickname?"
With the help of Ruan Sisi, Ruan Haocheng carefully held the girl in his arms. Perhaps because he was not feeling comfortable holding her, the child started crying loudly. Ruan Sisi quickly took the child over to comfort her.
The crying stopped abruptly.
This girl has a bad temper.
Fortunately, the boy was very gentle. No matter who held him, he would not say a word. Even if he was uncomfortable being held, he would just hum a few words.
"When Ping Ping An was born, everyone said they looked like kittens. I think they weighed more than four pounds, right?"
Ruan Sisi quickly said, "Yes, one weighed 15.70 catties, and the other weighed 15.80 catties. The one that looked smaller than the other was almost nine months old when I gave birth."
It was because her two babies were so small that she naturally thought that Ruan Niannian was carrying only one baby in her belly.
The combined weight of these two kids is only 15 pounds. Although they are much heavier than one baby alone, when divided into two, they look very thin.
Everyone took turns holding the baby for a while, and then Mother Ruan prepared some milk powder to feed them. The milk powder was bought by Ruan Zhengyang through his connections, and the milk bottle was a BoLe glass bottle.
The girl was crying very loudly, so Ruan Sisi directly plugged the bottle into her mouth, and the crying stopped instantly. She drank 30ml and fell asleep after that.
The boy was very calm and never cried or made a fuss under any circumstances. He only drank less than 20 ml of milk and then refused to drink any more.
"Oh, why did he drink so little? I'm afraid this kid is..."
Mother Ruan was anxious, thinking that the child might be difficult to support, but she didn't dare say it out loud. How could she say such an unlucky word?
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