The baby, bundled up and only one-day-old, cried intermittently, perhaps really feeling hungry.
It seemed his strength was not enough; each cry drained him of energy, his little face all red from straining.
Even Chen's mother, the baby's grandmother, could not bear it.
Her poor grandchild had spent the entire day in the incubator, and now his mother refused to nurse him, leaving her heartsick.
"Azi, eh..." Chen's mother glanced at the pitiful child in her arms, then at her stubborn daughter, "Give the baby a little breast milk. He's only been having formula since he was born...so pitiful."
There was a hint of pleading in her voice.
"..." Chen Jingzi lay in bed, turning her face to one side.
"Look at this child, he stops crying when he sees his mother." Chen's mother held the now quiet baby next to Chen Jingzi, "Seeing mommy makes the baby stop crying, baby's telling mommy he's hungry."
