Jian Shichu looked at Ye Qingci, "Wife, the baby is hungry."
"Hmm," Ye Qingci reached out to him, "Give him to me, I'll feed him."
Jian Shichu asked, "Have you eaten enough?"
Ye Qingci nodded, "Yes, I'm full, it's fine, give him to me."
Jian Shichu handed the youngest one to Ye Qingci.
Because he noticed that although the youngest was the youngest in age, he was quite sharp.
He was always the first to cry, and once he started crying, the second one would follow.
As long as he was calmed down, the second one could hold off a bit.
The saying "the squeaky wheel gets the grease" is probably true in this case.
Once he stopped crying, the second one indeed stopped crying too.
Jian Shichu held the second one in his arms, gently rocking, "Baby, it's not that dad is biased, here, let dad hold you, hold you a bit longer, and not that crybaby rascal."
