An Ning was very resolute this time. "Grandma, no one can stop me this time. I have to wean her. First, my breast milk doesn't benefit the child's growth much now; formula milk is more suitable for her. Second, I've started working again, and daily engorgement is really uncomfortable. So, from now on, I won't drink any more soup!"
"This..." Grandma Yu knew An Ning was right. As an elder, she should support her, but she felt sorry for her great-granddaughter.
Waa waa, the little one cried like a little kitten.
Yu Ziqian wiped his sister's tears and reasoned with her. "Mama has to work to earn money to buy you beautiful clothes. You should understand Mama and lighten her burden, right? So don't cry, don't make Mama tire for you, okay?"
Princess Xinxin had always been a particularly sensible little baby, but when it came to her food, she was very uncooperative, crying constantly, her mouth full of drool, until her throat was almost hoarse!
