When Bai Meiyue thought about it, she lowered her head and looked at her own bosom before comparing it with Sister Yang's. If she was not wrong, then in the past, she had a lot of trouble feeding her son. This was all because of the lack of nutrition that she received in her last life. Unlike this time, she didn't have any preparations done and could only live every day by hunting and looking for supplies.
Most of them were snatched by the Bai family, and she was left with barely anything in her hands. How could she even create enough milk to feed her son when she didn't even have enough to feed herself?
Would she be able to make enough milk to feed her son this time around? Bai Meiyue couldn't help but wonder.
