"Kid, do you know how to feed a baby milk?" the nanny looked down at him with a hint of skepticism in her eyes.
"I do." After uttering a single, cold word, Chenchen skillfully embraced the woefully crying Chongchong into his arms.
In the days before Luo Mengmeng was discharged from the hospital, Chenchen had been the one feeding Chongchong her formula.
It wasn't that he wanted to feed her, but that she wouldn't eat from anyone else—only he could do it.
So, after a few times, he had become proficient in the process of feeding a baby.
Thus, Chenchen took the freshly mixed formula from the nanny and shook it in front of Chongchong, "Time for milk, huh."
Chongchong blinked her large grape-like eyes and actually nodded her little head.
Seeing this, Chenchen gently placed the nipple into Chongchong's tiny mouth.
Chongchong immediately started sucking on the sweet milk powerfully.
Glug glug.
It sounded especially appetizing.
