Nianyang might not have fed pigs, but at least she's seen them run, so she certainly knows that feeding is an art, and the key is small amounts, more times. But how could a newborn understand this? He only knows the pleasure of mommy's sweet milk, just when he's getting into the swing of it, it's gone.
Second brother was first puzzled, then started crying loudly, while Nianyang ignored him and let Li Tingyan hold him back, then switched to the first brother for feeding.
First brother was obviously much gentler than second brother, his actions much lighter while feeding, and Nianyang let go halfway. He smacked his lips contentedly without crying, clearly a steady one.
"Still, the first is less of a worry," Li Tingyan commented, "The second one just needs some sorting out."
Unruly second brother barely stopped, and immediately began crying again.
The nurse couldn't keep a straight face, "Can newborns understand talk already? Your kids are clever indeed."
