The fragrant, steaming bowl of pumpkin millet porridge in front of her was thick and generous.
Helian Qiao sniffed it, happily clutching the spoon with her chubby little hand and began to drink.
So delicious and sweet~
Thanks to her, Zhou Zhaodi—who was still nursing—also got a smaller bowl of sweetened pumpkin millet porridge.
In her heart, she was increasingly fond of this blessed little niece.
Even though the other kids in the Chen family salivated in envy, they were used to their grandmother's favoritism and no one protested or caused a fuss.
After all, any protest was futile.
Only Li Chunhua, who was more than seven months pregnant, had a sour taste in her heart.
Her mother-in-law kept giving the best food and drink to this damn girl, if there was nothing left by the time she had her son, what would they eat?!
Although she hadn't given birth yet, Li Chunhua was determined that she was carrying a son.
She could feel it!
