With a good daughter-in-law like Feng Qingxue, Lu Jiang's life was flavorful and enjoyable. On the other hand, with a lazy daughter-in-law, Zhang Yuejin's life was in a state of turmoil.
The baby was not fat, but not skinny either, he was above average. His mother assured Miao Fengqin that her grandson would certainly start eating in his first month. After all, the living conditions were good, and Miao Fengqin had given them plenty of chicken eggs, white flour, and rice. The day after the baby was born, Feng Qingxue instructed Lu Jiang to send over twenty to thirty more eggs, two bags of brown sugar, and a bag of millet.
But everything did not go as she predicted.
Wang Jiao was heavier than any pig, but her breast milk was pitifully scarce, insufficient for the baby.
