Upon hearing Yuejin's mother's request, Feng Qingxue did not refuse.
She kept a good private diet, and her breast milk was always plentiful. Now that Xibao had started eating complementary food and milk powder, she usually used a breast pump to extract the excess milk and store it in her space, anyway, she wouldn't actively breastfeed other children.
No matter how well other people's children were taken care of, they couldn't compare to her clean and adorable Xibao.
"Just…." Feng Qingxue pulled Yuejin's relieved mother closer and whispered, "Ma'am, I've started menstruating. It started yesterday. If you mind, there's half a can of formula that Xibao has left at home." She had poured the formula into a malt essence canister.
The formula she fed her son was all imported and high-end formula.
She had no choice. It's not that she didn't support domestic products, but she couldn't trust them.
