"Xiaoyun, do you have any Malt Extract? Your second aunt's Dabao and Xiaobao are not even a year old yet, and I reckon they need to add something like Malt Extract to their diet to be full."
Lu Aiguo suddenly remembered his two nephews. He had heard his eldest sister tell the second brother's wife that the second sister's breast milk wasn't enough for both the little ones, and they had also tried to get Malt Extract, but that stuff was too expensive, and they simply couldn't afford it.
"Malt Extract?"
Upon hearing this familiar term, Lu Yun suddenly felt a sense of being transported through time. For many born in the sixties and seventies, Malt Extract was ingrained deeply in their childhood memories.
However, she really didn't have any of it in her space.
"Dad, I don't have Malt Extract, but I do have baby formula suitable for little babies."
