Fortunately, the little one didn't have a big appetite either. Just as Zhixi felt a slight pain in her chest, the little girl had eaten her fill and even burped.
Zhixi breathed a sigh of relief.
If the child hadn't eaten enough, she would have felt too guilty.
He Jingyao curled his lips in approval and said, "She's indeed my daughter, so sensible."
Zhixi couldn't help but glare at him, "No more next time! Their appetites will only keep growing!"
The man chuckled softly, taking the daughter from her arms and placing her in the cradle.
He walked up to her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and earnestly said, "There's not much difference between formula and breast milk."
"There is a difference! Breastfeeding can boost a child's immunity!" Zhixi retorted.
"I won't take much of their food," he chuckled, "Don't you find it more exciting this way?"
"Not at all…" She reached out to hug his neck, "I want to take a shower, carry me back to the room."
