Chapter 666 - Chapter 666: Will She Feel Uncomfortable?
Chapter 666: Will She Feel Uncomfortable?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Meanwhile, Ye Qiuqiu looked at her phone, which had not received a reply for a long time. She thought that she had not received a message due to her poor WiFi signal.
Who knew that her good friend had already fallen fast asleep and abandoned her.
Before she could put down her phone, Chen Haobo came in with the baby in his arms. “Qiuqiu, the baby wet her pants.”
“It’s wet? It’s okay, it’ll dry after awhile.” Ye Qiuqiu put down her phone.
“Will it feel uncomfortable?” Chen Haobo touched the pants.
“So you know it will be uncomfortable. If you knew, why didn’t you change your daughter? Do you need to come all the way here to ask me about it?”
Chen Haobo rubbed his nose and placed the child on the bed. He went to the wardrobe to get some clean clothes.
Ye Qiuqiu watched as he casually put the baby down. The baby’s wet pants soaked the bedsheet. She was furious. She endured it and got up to carry the baby to the changing pad. She gently helped her daughter take it off.
Chen Haobo handed her the dry diapers and pants.
“Change the bedsheets.” After the confinement, she felt sore from bending her back, so Ye Qiuqiu asked him to do it.
“Where are the fresh sheets?” Chen Haobo asked.
“On the right side of the wardrobe. You can look for it.” Ye Qiuqiu deftly changed the diapers and pants and wrapped the baby up.
Chen Haobo searched for a long time and found the bedsheets. Just as he pulled off the wet sheets, Ye Qiuqiu’s mother-in-law came in.
She put down the pot and went forward. “Let Mum do it. Haobo, you should rest early. You still have to work tomorrow. Qiuqiu, drink the soup while it’s hot.” “Didn’t we have it tonight?”
“Drink some more. What you’ve had earlier has all been digested. Carp soup helps with your supply. Drink more.”
Ye Qiuqiu didn’t have much of an appetite since she was about to go to sleep. However, she couldn’t refuse the soup that her mother-in-law had cooked out of kindness.
Ye Qiuqiu slowly scooped some soup.
“Have some fish too.” Mrs. Chen nagged, “In the next alley, your Auntie Hong’s grandson is two days younger than our little one. He’s already ten pounds. He’s so chubby and cute.
“You’re too skinny,” she said to Qiuqiu. “Is it because your milk isn’t thick enough so your baby isn’t well-nourished? Otherwise, why is ours so light?”
Ye Qiuqiu tightened her grip on the spoon handle and put it down. She no longer wanted to have any.
“Mum, you’re thinking too much. Auntie Hong’s baby is already overweight. My baby is of normal weight. Don’t be jealous,” Chen Haobo said.
Mrs. Chen shook the bedsheet and spread it out. “I think the baby is a little thin. If it doesn’t work out, feed it milk powder. The baby will grow faster.”
“Mum.” Ye Qiuqiu frowned. “I’m planning to breastfeed. If you want to supplement with milk powder, we can talk about it after six months.”
“She can already eat porridge at six months old; she doesn’t need milk powder. When Haobo was young, he ate porridge for three meals. He was so strong.” “Mum, don’t be rash. How can you not drink milk after six months?” Chen Haobo retorted, “In your generation, there was no milk powder at all. If you didn’t feed porridge, the child would starve to death. Now that the conditions are good, why should I let my child suffer tummy upsets?”
Mrs. Chen rolled up the dirty bedsheet on the floor. “How is it bad? Look at all the children who grew up perfectly fine.”
“Because information was inaccessible twenty or thirty years ago, I didn’t let you know about any illnesses or pain!” Chen Haobo saw that his mum was still going on about it. He said in annoyance, “We will know whether the child’s nutrition is up to speed when she has been taken to the health center for a physical examination. Don’t meddle.”
“Why spend so much money?” Mrs. Chen muttered.
“Hurry and go to sleep. I’ll sleep with Qiuqiu tonight. You don’t have to come.” Chen Haobo chased her out.
After Mrs. Chen left, the room finally quieted down. Chen Haobo looked at Qiuqiu, who was holding the baby and feeding it, and said in shame, “Mum didn’t mean what she said. Don’t think too much about it. You’re the child’s mother. You have the final say in the child’s matters.”
Ye Qiuqiu felt a little tired. She said to him, “Go to sleep. I’ll go to bed after feeding the child. Rest early.”