No matter whether the child is from Chen Yanran's family or from those two men's family, it has nothing to do with her anyway.

There was no need for her to worry about it.

"Look, there's a baby over there. He looks like he's probably not even one year old!" The fat girl pointed to a big tree not far away.

A six-month-old baby was sitting in an old-fashioned wooden stroller. It was called a wooden stroller, but it was just a few pieces of wood nailed together. The wood underneath was not even polished smooth.

Maybe due to malnutrition, the baby's hair looks a little dry and frizzy, and his small body is as thin as a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"Brother Zhuangzhuang has been here for a few months. He was so small when he came, just a little bit." A little girl, about seven or eight years old, with two pigtails, whispered.

When talking about being a little big, the little girl even gestured with her hands.

"What does he eat every day?" The fat girl frowned, seeming a little worried.

"The director's wife and Aunt Zhang cook porridge for him every day." The little girl was not shy and answered every question.

There are children of all ages in the orphanage. The youngest is about two or three years old, and the oldest seems to be fourteen or fifteen years old.

All of them are thin.

Although his clothes were worn and patched, they were washed clean.

The patch is smooth and the stitches are fine, and you can tell at a glance that it was made with great care.

"Who mends your clothes for you?" Shen Zhihuan asked with a smile.

"The director's wife and Aunt Zhang." The little girl answered straightforwardly.

"Does your Zhuangzhuang brother just drink some porridge every day?" The fat girl looked sympathetic.

"It wasn't like that at the beginning. When brother Zhuangzhuang came, there was milk powder. The director's grandmother made milk powder for brother Zhuangzhuang every day. Later, when the milk powder was finished, brother Zhuangzhuang started to drink rice soup." The little girl explained.

Hearing the little girl say this, Shen Zhihuan looked towards the tree not far away again.

Although the baby is dark and thin, his features look good.

If she wasn't so thin that her cheeks were sunken, she would probably be a cute baby.

"How can rice soup be nutritious? Such a little baby only drinks rice soup every day, no wonder he is so thin." The fat girl seemed dissatisfied.

"If you don't like it, just give him a few bags of milk powder!" Liu Chunhua didn't want to listen to her.

There are so many children in the orphanage, can the director take care of them all?

Nowadays, there are many children who have to drink rice soup because of lack of milk, and he is not the only one.

Besides, milk powder is such a precious thing, it doesn’t matter. You can’t even see the milk powder bag, let alone the milk powder.

The fat girl was instantly speechless.

She has never seen what milk powder looks like in her life! Where can she get it? !

The dean led the principal and teachers in for a tour, while the students from the Foreign Languages ​​Department strolled around and took a look.

Liu Chunhua didn't want to bother with the fat girl, so she pulled Shen Zhihuan away.

At this time, the baby under the big tree cried out "wow".

Compared to the loud howl of the little guy, the baby's cry sounded weak.

As a new mother, Shen Zhihuan really couldn't turn a blind eye.

Before she even got close, she smelled the odor of feces and urine.

Liu Chunhua, who was following closely behind Shen Zhihuan, vomited due to morning sickness.

Maybe because of sitting, the baby's buttocks and inner thighs were covered with sticky poop.

The fat girl vomited right away when she saw it.

When a few unmarried girls saw this, they also looked disgusted.

Shen Zhihuan, who was used to seeing little kids poop and pee, calmly instructed the little girl to add warm water.

When Shen Zhihuan was washing the baby's butt, a child took the baby's pants and brought them to him.

The dark blue coarse cloth was obviously the cheapest fabric at the time, but even so, there were two patches on the palm-sized trouser legs.

When the dean came out with the principal and teachers, they happened to see Shen Zhihuan helping a baby put on pants.

She was wearing a simple and stylish white shirt and a pair of slim-fit jeans. The youthful vitality on her face sparkled brightly in the sun.

Aunt Zhang, who was busy in the house, also noticed the situation and hurried over to take away the pants and stroller stained with poop.

Since the stroller was gone, Shen Zhihuan could only hand the baby to an older child and quickly went to the well to wash his hands.

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Knowing that little girls like to be clean, the dean ran to her room and got a piece of soap that was not much bigger than a thumb.

"This is all we have. Please make do with it!" The dean handed it over with some embarrassment.

Shen Zhihuan took it with a smile and thanked him softly.

The dry touch made Shen Zhihuan feel a little astringent. He couldn't tell what the feeling was, but it was a bit stuffy.

The soap was too small to be used properly, and it was dry due to weathering after not being used for a long time. Shen Zhihuan rubbed it for a long time before a little foam appeared.

She scrubbed her hands carefully several times until the odor was completely gone. Then she shook off the water on her hands and thanked the dean again.

At this time, the baby's weak cry sounded again.

The director trotted over, took the baby from the older child, patted the baby's back skillfully, and coaxed the baby softly.

Perhaps realizing something, the dean whispered something to the child beside him, and the child quickly ran to the kitchen where white smoke was rising.

After a while, the child came back with a sad face.

"Director's wife, Aunt Zhang said that the porridge has just been cooked, so we have to wait a while."

The baby might be really hungry, and his already weak cry sounded even weaker.

Looking at the baby's face that had turned red from crying, Shen Zhihuan asked Aunt Zhang for a bowl and found an empty room.

After a while, she came out with half a bowl of milky white milk.

The director immediately found the bottle that had only been used a few times and poured the milk into it.

The baby is not picky about his mouth. He will suck on the pacifier and eat voraciously.

"You can just feed the baby directly, but you have to squeeze it out and put it in the bottle. As a result, the milk has become cold. I don't know if the baby will get diarrhea after drinking it?!" The fat girl in the crowd pouted and muttered softly.

"If you like to breastfeed your baby, then go ahead! Why are you complaining here?" Liu Chunhua had really had enough of her.

What he said sounded better than what he sang, but when it came to the real thing, he kept silent.

"Liu Chunhua, did I say anything to you? Are you trying to be sarcastic here? Don't think that just because your father is my father's superior, you can bully me at will. I tell you, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tell your father." The fat girl clenched her fists.

How can a woman who has been sold by human traffickers have the nerve to go out? If it were her, she would have tied herself up with a rope long ago.

"If you're not afraid of your father beating you, you can just go and sue me! You can sue me however you want, I'm really not afraid of you." Liu Chunhua snorted coldly.