To keep warm, Mo Jingchun dressed the little one in several layers of clothing, leaving only the arms free. Apart from being able to lift her arms, she couldn't move at all. Her usually lively little hands were stuck inside and couldn't come out.
Watching Mo Jingchun eat non-stop, the little one grew anxious. When she couldn't hold back any longer, she would let out a loud "Ah," trying to get Mo Jingchun's attention.
"Alright, alright, I'll make you some milk once your brother finishes eating."
The little one pouted, her face full of grievance, and whined in a childish voice, "Milk."
After filling up, Mo Jingchun didn't wait for the remaining dishes. He said goodbye to his sister-in-law at the table before heading off to find hot water to make formula for Candy.
When Mo Jingchun held the bottle to feed the little one, only then did the frown on her face relax. Sitting comfortably in Mo Jingchun's lap, she drank the milk heartily.
