"No, I think Dong Ge prefers boys with penises. You don't know, every time he goes out, if a brother brings his son, Dong Ge will be the first one to hold his hand."
Liu Zhi's words hit Li Xiumei hard.
Not only did Ho Tung never take her out to meet his brothers, he never even held the child in his arms.
But he still said with a stiff upper lip: "At home, Dong Ge holds the girl more. There is no other way. This is the only girl."
"Ha, maybe I misunderstood, but...I remember your mother-in-law just gave birth to a girl, who is only five or six months older than your child, and she didn't seem to like him very much.
I often hear him complaining about his mother, saying she's already a grandmother and wants to have another child."
Even though Li Xiumei was a thick-skinned person, she could still sense the unkindness in Liu Zhi's tone.
"Haha, Brother Dong is my husband, so I naturally know him better." Li Xiumei's tone became three points colder.
"Oh, sorry, big sister, I deal with a bunch of rough men all day, so I've become careless in my speech. Don't take it to heart."
"No, no, I see the child is sleepy, so I won't send you off."
Li Xiumei immediately ordered them to leave.
Before leaving, Liu Zhi said in surprise, "By the way, sister-in-law, Dong Ge asked me to bring the malted milk. He said his son is too thin and needs to be nourished."
Liu Zhi was afraid that Li Xiumei would abuse her son again, so she moved He Dong out.
Li Xiumei clenched her fists tightly, and it took a long time before she let go. "Okay, of course. This son is Dong Ge's life, I will definitely take good care of him. It's just that my body is not strong enough and I don't have enough milk, so the two children are hungry one meal and full the next."
"Then I'll talk to Brother Dong some other day and ask him to get some pig's trotters or something to increase milk production. We can't let the child suffer, especially this son, who will carry on the family line in the future."
Most people these days have this kind of thought, and Li Xiumei didn't think too deeply about it.
Another thing is that Liu Zhi looked to be in her thirties or forties, and there was no way to associate her with Ho Tung.
When I thought about eating the plump pork elbow, the depression in my brows was much less.
Unexpectedly, the next day He Dong really came back with two pig's trotters and said that they were for Li Xiumei to increase her milk production.
Zhao Moli's hope of pickling it and eating it slowly was dashed.
After eating peanut stewed pig's trotters for four or five days in a row, Li Xiumei's milk really started to swell, but still not much went into He Wu's mouth.
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