As soon as he put down his bowl, Pingping started making a fuss.
When he started crying, An An and Le Le started crying too.
One child crying is enough to give people a headache, but when three children cry together, the sound is really deafening and makes people's ears buzz.
The couple each held one child, and the other could only lean on his father's arms, crying weakly and helplessly.
Song Kexia touched Pingping, who was crying first, and asked Qin Muye to change the child's diaper.
After so many days of practice, Qin Muye has become very skilled in doing these things.
Pingping felt better and stopped crying and making a fuss. The other two children also gradually calmed down.
Qin Muye cried angrily, "When one child cries, the other two start to make a scene too. It's too much."
Song Kexia was also helpless, "What can I do? They are all your sons."
Although the child is still young, his personality can basically be seen.
Pingping is the most lively and mischievous one. He cries and makes a fuss when he encounters something unhappy. He is usually the one who cries the most.
The second child, An An, is quieter. He doesn’t cry or make a fuss much and only responds to people if you tease him.
The third child, Lele, is the laziest. He basically eats and sleeps, and eats and sleeps again. He is the easiest to take care of.
Song Kexia took Lele and fed her milk. The little one drank the milk with a smacking sound and moved her little feet, as if she enjoyed the milk very much.
Qin Muye looked at her little feet and thought they were particularly cute. He couldn't help but touch them and kiss them, unable to let go.
Song Kexia glanced at him and said, "Why don't you go make milk powder for the baby?"
There is not enough milk to go around, so the two older ones can only take turns drinking milk powder.
Qin Muye then reluctantly got up and made milk powder for the child.
Who knew Pingping didn't want to drink it and kept pushing the pacifier out with his little tongue.
"You little brat, why are you so picky? Give your dad some face and drink this bottle of milk."
The little guy's big round eyes rolled around, and he was about to pout and cry if he wasn't given any face.
Qin Muye quickly stuffed the pacifier in, "You're a man, why are you crying?"
A baby who was only a dozen days old was forced to become a man.
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