A milk bottle was placed in front of her.
Yan Huan realized that she was actually so useless as to swallow a mouthful of saliva.
What was so good about this milk powder? She didn’t want to drink milk powder, she wanted to eat meat, she wanted to eat meat.
But in the end, she still hurriedly snatched the milk bottle over and squeezed her eyes as she drank it one mouthful at a time. To be honest, it was really just like drinking water, there wasn’t even the slightest taste.
But her stomach was hungry. After drinking this, she wouldn’t be hungry anymore. She could also feel drowsy and not know the suffering of the human world. She could only grow up little by little under the protection of her mother.
That was, what if she grew up too slowly?
Ye Rong went to do that kind of handicraft again.
Yan Huan really felt that this kind of handicraft was too eye-consuming and time-consuming. Moreover, the money wouldn’t come so quickly.
Therefore, she had to find a suitable job.
