Ma Xiulian turned to her granddaughter and Gu Tingyun, presenting a warm smile: "Let's drink some malted milk."
She made five bowls of malted milk.
There was one bowl each for Helian Qiao, Gu Tingyun, Dabao, and Xiaobao.
Dani, Sanni, Sini, and Liuni shared one bowl.
The young girls were overjoyed, they didn't expect to get a share.
The malted milk smelled really good, with a rich milky aroma.
After taking a sip, the glow in the children's eyes shone even brighter.
It was so delicious!
Even better than sugared water!!
Zhou Zhaodi had her little son in mind and was about to ask for a bowl to be left for him, when Helian Qiao beat her to it, asking: "Granny, what about second brother's share?"
If they all drank and he didn't, he would certainly make a fuss upon his return.
An annoyed Ma Xiulian replied, "We'll wait for that rascal to come back."
Zhou Zhaodi felt a surge of relief: Guibao had proven worthy of Erbao's care.
