Xiao Chifeng looked helplessly at his dear wife and said, "Honey, seems like our third one is hungry. Look at him burrowing into my chest like a piglet, haha! What a funny little fellow..."
Seeing their son burrow even harder, Xiao Chifeng laughed and patted the little one's bottom, "Oh dear, my sweetheart, your dad doesn't have milk for you. If you want some, you'll have to find your mom..."
Sikou Yao was busy feeding the fourth little one and had no time to devote to the third. She responded to Xiao Chifeng, "Call Qing Ran, have her bring in some goat milk for our third."
Xiao Chifeng had no choice but to call out, "Qing Ran, come in."
Qing Ran, who was waiting outside, immediately walked in and respectfully asked, "What do you need, sir?"
Xiao Chifeng instructed her, "Prepare some goat milk for the kids."
Qing Ran replied promptly, "Yes."
Being used to preparing milk, Qing Ran quickly whipped up the goat milk, filled a bottle, and handed it to Xiao Chifeng.
