Chapter 367: Ration Dispute 3

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

Spitting out the deflated pacifier, Lu Xibao howled at the top of his lungs, his limbs moving around so erratically that Feng Qingxue could hardly hold him.

"It's all your fault!" Feng Qingxue glared at Lu Jiang.

After finishing Hipp's food rations, wouldn't Hipp be annoyed because she couldn't have breast milk in the middle of the night?

Xibao has always been very protective of her food. If her appetite cannot be satisfied, no one will want to sleep.

Lu Jiang coughed, his eyes wandering back and forth, feeling a little embarrassed, but how could he blame him when he was deeply in love? Besides, the little fat boy has been eating for seven or eight months, and there is milk powder at home, so he won't starve.

Feng Qingxue sat on the inside of the bed and kicked him off the bed, "Hurry up and make some milk powder for Xibao."

"Yes, my dear wife!" Lu Jiang got out of bed with his bare chest, wearing cotton slippers. He shone a flashlight on the kerosene lamp, poured some kerosene from the oil bottle into the lamp, lit it again, turned off the flashlight, and took out a duck-billed glass bottle specially used by HiPP.

The bottle in the space did not conform to the characteristics of this era, so Feng Qingxue asked many people for help before she was able to buy this bottle.

She has always been careful. The thermos is filled with hot water, and the enamel pot next to it is filled with cold water. By mixing the cold and hot water, the milk powder is quickly prepared so the child does not have to wait on an empty stomach.

"Here, little fatty!" Lu Jiang held the bottle towards his son.

Xi Bao was shouting with her eyes closed, not even looking at him, and the fat on her arms and legs was shaking.

Lu Jiang stuffed the bottle directly into his wide-open mouth. "I've spoiled you. The more you cry, the more excited you become, right? Little Fatty, if you keep crying, I'll eat your food tomorrow and make you drink milk powder every day."

Xibao opened her eyes, held the bottle, and sobbed while sucking.

"Qingxue, he seems to understand what we say!" Lu Jiang knelt on one knee on the bed, looking curiously at his fat son who was drinking milk powder with puffy cheeks and gulping it down very quickly.

Feng Qingxue rolled her eyes at him, "Children are not static. They are gradually growing up and slowly developing their own consciousness. What's so strange about him understanding what I say? Many times when I told him to turn over, he would turn over and show me. When I called his name, his eyes would also turn to me, which means he knows Xibao is his name."

Hearing her name, Xi Bao rolled her eyes and looked at her mother in front of her.

Lu Jiang praised: "This kid is as smart as me."

"Greedy is like you too!"

After hearing this, Lu Jiang chuckled.

After eating and drinking and having his diaper changed, the little fat boy soon fell into a sound sleep.

Feng Qingxue hugged Xibao and lay down, and asked Lu Jiang to blow out the lights, "Stop making trouble and go to bed early. There is nothing to do at home tomorrow. Why don't you go visit Aunt Zhao and tell her about Xibao's godfather's current situation?"

Lu Jiang did as he was told and pulled another quilt over himself.

"Go, I should go as soon as possible!" Thinking of Zhao Anbang's current situation, Lu Jiang sighed, but soldiers always prepare to die on the battlefield, and it is a great fortune to be able to save his life. He pulled the quilt up, always feeling that it is very desolate to cover a quilt alone, and couldn't help but said: "Qingxue, make a big quilt next time, if the width is not enough, just make two quilt covers."

It would be uncomfortable if a family of three didn't sleep in the same bed.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Feng Qingxue had already closed her eyes. After listening to him, she said, "I have a large quilt in my space. It's two meters and two meters long and two meters wide. Let's pretend to bring it back from the city tomorrow."

"Okay!" Lu Jiang would not let himself be wronged.

Through the quilt, he looked up at the dark roof and said, "Wife, can I discuss something with you?"

(End of this chapter)