When Gong Linglong came to the hospital with food at 6:30, the little brother was howling at the top of his lungs, and his voice could be heard throughout the corridor.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?"
Han Ji held his crying son and walked back and forth to comfort him. Gong Wantang sat with a pale face, feeling a little helpless: "Linglong, I don't have enough milk. The little brat didn't eat enough for the first time and is making a fuss."
Seeing the milk powder in the bottle on the small table, Gong Linglong raised an eyebrow: "He doesn't drink milk powder?"
"No, I'll throw up if I take a sip."
Gong Linglong: "...they are the complete opposite of the triplets."
She had long since stopped breastfeeding and had no breast milk support. Seeing that Mrs. Han was not there, she asked again, "Where's grandma?"
"There are quite a few women who have just given birth downstairs. Mom just went to borrow some milk with a bottle." Han Ji told her.
"Let me borrow some to drink first."
Gong Linglong thought for a moment and said to her mother, "Mom, you just gave birth today, so you shouldn't eat greasy food. I only made you some light millet porridge. I'll make you a lactation-inducing soup in a day or two."
"Okay." Gong Wantang nodded.
Gong Linglong put a pile of lunch boxes on the table, washed her hands, and went to help: "Uncle Han, let me carry it, you go find grandma."
It was the first time for Han Ji to hold such a soft child. His hands were very stiff and he couldn't coax his son well, so he slowly handed him to her.
“Wow…Wow…”
"Don't cry, don't cry, be good, sister will hold you."
Gong Linglong held him in one hand and took some warm water from the space while no one was around. She used a small spoon to feed him water first. "Oh, little brother, you're hungry. Sister will feed you some water first. Sweet water tastes better than milk."
I guess it was because the water tasted good. After taking a small spoonful, he swallowed it in two sips and stopped crying. His little mouth kept moving and licking.
When Han Ji hurried back with the bottle, he saw that she was no longer crying, so he asked, "Linglong, are you feeding him formula?"
"No, it was water. I drank four or five teaspoons."
Newborns should not be fed too much water. Gong Linglong put down the small spoon and saw that she had borrowed breast milk. She quickly took the bottle and stuffed it into her little brother's mouth, "Okay, drink it quickly."
Mrs. Han came back soon after him and saw her grandson drinking from the pacifier with big gulps, looking extremely hungry. She was amused and said, "This brat has a good appetite."
"A small strong man weighing seven or eight pounds naturally has a good appetite."
Gong Linglong had given birth to three children, and she was very skilled at feeding them. She looked at the two elders with a smile and said, "Grandma, Uncle Han, you two should eat quickly. I'll feed him."
"Linglong, have you eaten?" Han Ji asked her.
"I've eaten."
Gong Wantang slowly moved her body and sat up. She watched her son drink with big gulps. After a few gurgles, the milk in the bottle was almost gone. She asked, "Mom, are there many women giving birth downstairs?"
"There are four or five of them, including a military wife."
"I just borrowed some breast milk from this military wife. She gave birth this morning and has plenty of milk. I just told her that I'll ask her for some breast milk in the next two days. I'll give her some as a thank you gift tomorrow. Don't worry about this brat not having enough to eat."
Gong Wantang was relieved, "As long as there's something to borrow."
"Wantang, don't sit, lie down."
Han Ji first poured her half a bowl of millet porridge. She didn't let him feed her. She sat on the headboard and reached out to take the bowl: "I'll drink it myself. Go and eat."
Gong Linglong fed the baby attentively and asked, "Mom, Uncle Han, did you guys pick a name in advance?"
"The old man has already chosen it, He, Han Yuanhe."
Old Man Han gave his grandson two names, one for his boy and one for his girl. This generation of the Han family is the Yuan generation, so his grandson was also named according to his generation.
Old Madam Han sat beside them, holding her bowl and eating slowly. She smiled and said, "Your father has chosen a formal name, so you two should discuss choosing a nickname."
"You can choose any nickname you want, just call him Goudan."
As soon as Han Ji finished speaking, Gong Wantang glared at him: "No, you absolutely cannot take a dog egg!"
She glared angrily, and Han Ji instantly became timid, "Then let's change one."
"Ha ha."
Gong Linglong was delighted. She patted her little brother's butt with one hand and said with great joy: "Little Han Yuanhe, your dad named you Goudan. Do you like it?"
Madam Han couldn't help but laugh. She raised her foot and kicked her son. "You were called Goudan when you were a child. Are you going to pass this name on to your son now?"
Han Ji had long forgotten his nickname. Seeing that Gong Wantang also disagreed with this nickname, she was strongly disgusted and raised the corners of her mouth: "Wantang, if you don't like it, then don't use it. You can choose this nickname."
"Let me think about it."
Gong Wantang absolutely disagreed with her son having such a cheesy nickname. Seeing her daughter being tickled by the nickname "Dog Egg," she couldn't stop laughing and felt like laughing too: "Linglong, stop laughing. Please help me think of something. Don't give her such a cheesy nickname."
"Mom, call me Chichi."
When Uncle Han mentioned this name, Gong Linglong thought of a celebrity in her previous life, and the word "Chi Chi" came to mind.
"Chichi? That Chi?" Gong Wantang didn't react.
Gong Linglong reminded her: "He, it is composed of two deficits."
"Oh, the red of the equator."
This nickname is quite unique. Gong Wantang nodded in agreement: "Okay, let's call him Chi Chi. It's a hundred times better than his father's name, Goudan."
"hehe..."
Gong Linglong wanted to laugh when she heard the name "Goudan". Seeing that little Han Yuanhe had finished the last sip of milk, she took away the bottle and patted his little butt with a smile: "Little Han Chichi, you should thank your mother and sister in the future for not passing down your father's nickname."
Han Ji felt like laughing when he saw that both the mother and daughter did not approve of the nickname. He thought the nickname was pretty good.
There is an old saying that a humble name is easy to maintain.
In the past, everyone’s nicknames were earthy and vulgar, but the name Goudan was relatively nice.
"Han Chichi? Is that my grandson's nickname?"
Old Man Han came hurriedly in his military coat. He took off his hat and clothes as soon as he entered the room. He said with a smile, "Linglong, come and bring Han Chichi to me. Let me take a look at him."
This is the youngest grandson of the Han family. The old man loves him very much and is reluctant to let go of him. He only lets his son take him and change his diaper after he pees.
At night, Han Ji stayed here to take care of his wife and children. Everyone else went back, and Gong Linglong left with the two elders of the Han family.
Gong Wantang stayed in the hospital for three days and borrowed milk for two days. Later, she had a little more breast milk, which was barely enough to feed little Chichi.
After she was discharged from the hospital and returned home, Sister Yu found ways to cook various lactation-inducing soups for her. Han Ji and Gong Linglong bought all the nourishing and lactation-inducing ingredients and brought them home on time, and the Han family also often sent them over.
Han Chichi is also very easy to take care of. He sleeps after eating and drinks milk after waking up. He is not fussy at all and is growing up day by day.
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