Someone leaned in to take a sniff.
Sure enough, there was a faint sweet fragrance.
No wonder Shengsheng refused to let go of Jiang Yingying earlier and even went to chew on her sleeve. It turns out it's not teething, but a love for that sweet taste.
Lianlian's fingers trembled slightly, but she adamantly denied it: "The slave accidentally dropped it earlier; I just finished eating honey, so there was some left on my hand—this is all coincidental! Even if the child had a taste of honey, what's the harm?"
Li Zishu could no longer hold back.
"What's the harm? A child this young needs to avoid sweets for healthy growth, because once they taste sweetness, they won't want bland foods! As a new mother, you might not know this, but how can the wet nurse be unaware?"
The wet nurse, forgotten for half a day, shuddered violently, lifted her eyes to glance at Lianlian, then quickly lowered them again.
