The next morning, the little boy woke up early, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the first thing he said was, "Mommy, I'm hungry..."
Fortunately, Zhu Qianying had been deeply concerned about her precious son's body and was up before five in the morning to prepare an acidic soup. She then used this soup to make some rice paste to ensure that it was nutritious and easy to digest.
The little boy, with his sleepy eyes, opened his mouth to eat the rice paste.
Perhaps it had been too long since he had eaten food specifically for infants, and his brows furrowed slightly in response.
Zhu Qianying interpreted this as a lack of taste, "Doesn't it taste good?"
The little boy shook his head. "Why is it a paste?"
His voice, compared to the hoarse one from yesterday, was already a lot clearer and much stronger.
This time, he ate a whole bowl of rice paste.
