Only Song Chunhua was carrying the luggage in one hand and comforting the child with the other.
The child had a cloth tied to his chest and was crying heart-wrenchingly.
Tang Jifang stepped forward and took the luggage from her daughter's hand: "Hey, what's going on? Why didn't my son-in-law come with us?"
Song Chunhua's hands, free from the luggage, untied the cloth strips on her chest and said to Song Dongcao, who was standing nearby, "Why are you standing there? Why don't you help me hold the child? Oh, this journey has been so exhausting!"
Song Dongcao quickly and obediently reached out to pick up the child.
The child recognized the person and cried even harder after the person changed.
After all, Tang Jifang had given birth to three children. One could tell from her crying face that she was extremely hungry and wanted milk.
"Come into the house and let the baby suck on the milk. I guarantee he won't cry."
Song Chunhua could only walk inside while unbuttoning her chest.
When we got to the main room, the food on the table was almost gone, with only two steamed buns left.
No one knew where Song Xiaobao had gone.
Only Song Daguo was sitting at the dinner table, slowly tearing into the steamed bun and eating it.
Song Chunhua greeted him "Second Uncle".
Song Daguo nodded at her: "I'm back."
His eyes fell on the child in Song Dongcao's arms again.
Song Chunhua sat on the bench, lifted up her underwear, picked up the child and prepared to feed him.
Country wives don't shy away from others when feeding their children.
Song Chunhua lifted her clothes above her chest, exposing her white beauty to the air.
Song Daguo's eyes followed the child's movements, and then fell on the child's dry food without hesitation.
After staring for a few seconds, he tore off a piece of steamed bun from his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed it hard, his cheeks bulging.
The thick Adam's apple rolled a few times, and then he swallowed it quickly.
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