What he hates to hear the most now is having both a son and a daughter.

If he wasn't afraid that his young wife would make trouble for him, he would have wanted to get a sterilization.

No son or daughter is as important as his young wife.

Su Ziyu's heart ached when he thought of his young wife in excruciating pain on the delivery bed.

He really didn't want his young wife to suffer that pain again.

Mr. Gong, who had just returned from a tour, saw Su Ziyu here and walked out with a smile.

"You are so busy every day, how do you have time to come here?"

Seeing Sun Sijun standing by, Mr. Gong was surprised. "Secretary Sun, are you here to visit as well?"

"No, no, my great-grandson was crying for food at home, so I sent him over to eat something." Sun Sijun curled his lips politely.

As a new arrival, Sun Sijun was not familiar with everything in the capital.

She had only met many of the people once or twice, and they were not even acquaintances.

Just like this person in front of me...

Grandpa Gong! "That little guy still doesn't want to eat milk powder?" Grandpa Gong asked with a smile.

"I don't know who that little guy takes after. He can drink one or two spoonfuls of fruit juice and fruit soup, but he won't drink a single sip of milk powder. If you feed it into his mouth, he will spit it out." Sun Sijun sighed.

When these words were spoken, everyone who pricked up their ears felt sore.

The other children wanted to eat but couldn't, but that little guy was different. He would spit it out even if you fed him.

It's true that people have different fates!

"Why don't we change the milk powder for that little guy? I have two bags of foreign milk powder at home. Why don't we give it to the little guy and try it." Grandpa Gong suggested.

"No need. We have all kinds of milk powder at home, at least eight kinds. We tried them one by one. When I fed him, he clenched his teeth and refused to open his mouth. Even if I forced it in, he would spit it out." Sun Sijun waved his hand.

That's a stubborn person.

I can only kiss my mother's mouth.

There are all kinds of milk powder, at least eight kinds...

The person who pricked up his ears felt even more sour.

These days, if you don’t have some connections, you won’t even be able to see milk powder, let alone the milk powder bags.

Many people have lived their entire lives without ever smelling the smell of milk powder.

Some people are surrounded by a pile of milk powder as soon as they are born.

The most annoying thing is...

People are not happy to eat it.

The children all looked envious.

Mr. Gong was speechless.

I don't want to eat anything as fragrant as milk powder.

What does he want to eat? Wild vegetable soup or multi-grain steamed bread? !

He really doesn't know how to appreciate the blessings he has! If you want to listen to him, just starve him for a few meals and see if he eats.

At this time, Aunt Zhang came over with a bowl of rice soup.

The baby who sat back in the stroller loved rice soup more than anything else. Before Aunt Zhang's spoon even reached his mouth, the baby opened his mouth wide, looking like he was waiting obediently to be fed.

The rice soup entered his mouth, he swallowed it quickly, and then opened his mouth and waited.

Unnaturally well-behaved.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh...

Children from poor families tend to grow up early.

Sun Sijun took the little guy and carried him to the baby's stroller.

"Look at how well behaved his brother is, but you just cling to your mother all day long. Aren't you ashamed?"

The little fellow was happy to see the baby, and since he had just eaten and drunk a lot, he clapped his hands, laughed, and babbled to greet the baby.

The baby ate his meal obediently without even raising his head.

The little guy didn't get angry when he didn't get a response. He just kept talking and laughing.

From time to time, she would pull Sun Sijun and ask her to look at her little brother.

"How old is your child?" Aunt Zhang asked Sun Sijun while feeding the baby.

"It's just seven months today." Sun Sijun smiled and asked Aunt Zhang, "How old is the child? It looks like he's more than four months old, right?"

"He's the same age as your child, and is exactly seven months old today." Aunt Zhang looked somewhat uncomfortable.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Compared to normal older children, the baby looks smaller than the little one.

No one expected that two children of the same age could be so different.

A girl with a delicate and graceful figure, rosy lips and white teeth, looks even prettier and cuter than the dolls in New Year pictures.

A short, weak, dark and thin man, without any energy or spirit, looking dull, as if he would only be more energetic when he saw the bowl of rice.

"Is that child..." Shen Zhihuan turned his head to look at Su Ziyu beside him.

"Yeah!" Su Ziyu nodded.

Shen Zhihuan opened the car door, took out two bags of milk powder, and handed them to Dean Ming Xiangyan with both hands.

"Dean Ming, this is a small token of our appreciation. Just think of it as giving the child a meal!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much." Dean Ming Xiangyan expressed her gratitude repeatedly.

The children are too young, and it is not a good idea for them to drink rice soup every day, but this is all they can do.

"Shen Zhihuan, it's fate that this baby is the same age as your son. Why don't you take him home and treat him as having given birth to twins." The fat girl said sourly.

"Chen Huilan, the guy you like doesn't want to marry you anyway, so why don't you take the child home and raise him as your son. At least you will have someone to take care of you in your old age and see you to the end of your life." Shen Zhihuan immediately retorted.

"Shen Zhihuan..." The fat girl was almost jumped up in anger because her heart was touched.

Seeing the two quarreling again, the principal couldn't help but hold his forehead.

There is no one who can make people feel at ease.

The same goes for that girl named Chen Huilan. She's not as good at talking as others, but she's always looking for trouble.

I really don't know what's going on in her mind.

"Your family is so well off, what's wrong with you helping that child? Didn't you just say that it's cheap to just talk about it? Why? It's not cheap when it comes to you?" the fat girl said sarcastically.

"What right do you have to criticize me? Are you just talking? Is it because of the fifty cents you donated, or because of what you said about rice soup being not nutritious for children? Or that drinking cold milk will cause diarrhea?" Shen Zhihuan sneered.

"If you think that the milk I squeezed out for him to drink is cold, why don't you give him something hot? If you think I'm just talking, why don't you take some practical action and buy him some clothes, milk powder, or nutritional porridge? Isn't that better than anything else?"

What Shen Zhihuan hates most is people who just talk big.

"Didn't you just give the child two packets of milk powder that your son didn't want to drink? What's the big deal? If I were as rich as your family, I would have taken the child home long ago." The fat girl was still sarcastic.

"What's wrong with me having money?" Shen Zhihuan laughed.

"No matter how rich I am, I earned it with my own ability, and I will leave it to my son in the future."

The fat girl curled her lips, "Shen Zhihuan, you are really narrow-minded. Mencius: Liang Hui Wang Shang said, respect the old as your own, and the young as your own..."

"You are not narrow-minded. Why don't you take him home and raise him? Why are you talking so high-soundingly to a narrow-minded person like me?" Shen Zhihuan crossed his arms.

Seeing the fat girl's big round face flushed red, Liu Chunhua also came out to add fuel to the fire, "Don't your parents always envy those families with children? Since you are so noble, take the child back to your parents to raise!" (End of this chapter)