Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife-Chapter 361 - 0 Wang Jiao Gives Birth 1_1

For a baby, being able to eat is a blessing. The prerequisite for such blessing is having enough food at home to nourish him.

Thanks to Feng Qingxue, Xibao has this fortune in the Lu Family.

He starts his day with a milk feed when the rooster crows, followed by a bowl of egg soup for breakfast. Around nine o’clock, Little Fatty becomes hungry again, and luxuriously savors the sweet taste of milk under the envious eyes of Lu Jiang, until he falls asleep with the nipple in his mouth.

Having just finished shoveling snow, Lu Jiang thought he could finally have a quiet moment with his wife. But around eleven, the little guy became hungry again and started wailing. With a desire for food spread across his baby face, Xibao lay in his mother’s arms and watched the dishes on the table, happily chomping on a bowl of fruit puree that Feng Qingxue had secretly made for him.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of rice soup from Feng Qingxue, he looked a lot better.

"He’s easy to soothe," Lu Jiang thought.

"Qingxue, let me hold him so you can eat!" He jumped in, eager for a breather. Little Fatty was no lightweight—he tipped the scales at over twenty pounds.

In order to foster a father-son bond, Feng Qingxue feigned ignorance to her son’s reluctance and without hesitation handed him over to her outstretched husband, instructing him on how to properly hold the baby for comfort. Just as Xibao landed in Lu Jiang’s arms, everyone at the table heard a soft "plop" followed by an acrid smell.

Frozen in terror, Lu Jiang held the baby’s two arms in place, "What happened?"

Feng Qingxue barely held back her laughter against the room’s laughter, "He pooped."

He pooped? During mealtime?

Lu Jiang glared down at Little Fatty. Underneath his stern gaze, Little Fatty innocently nibbled on his fist with rosy cheeks, as if he was still in his effort.

Lu Jiang’s father scolded him, "Isn’t it normal for a baby to poop? It’s not like adults who have control."

"Dad, I didn’t mean that." Wait, he hadn’t said anything. Why was he being scolded?

"Even if you didn’t say it, that was what you meant!" His father was blatantly irrational, and his siblings all nodded in agreement. They all saw the flustered look on their uncle’s (and brother-in-law’s) face when he heard that Xibao had pooped.

"Give him to me, I’ll change his diaper," Feng Qingxue stretched out her hand towards Lu Jiang.

"I’ll help you!" Lu Jiang carried him into a room and laid him on the bed, which Feng Qingxue soon followed into with a basin of warm water.

When Lu Jiang opened the diaper, a sour smell rushed out. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

A diaper full of poop.

Feng Qingxue inspected the color and shape of the poop, and nodded in satisfaction, "Perfectly normal! You clean him up." Then she soaked a soft towel in the warm water, wringing it out before handing it to Lu Jiang.

Wiping the little bottom clean and replacing the dirty diaper with a clean one.

The dry tenderness on his bottom made Little Fatty comfortable. He joyfully stretched out his hands towards Feng Qingxue, "Ah, ah, ah!"

The baby followed his mother and the soiled diapers, along with the dirty towel naturally fell under Lu Jiang’s responsibility.

"This Little Fatty, pooping so smelly!" After dinner, Lu Jiang knelt in the yard, washing the towel and a pile of diapers, holding his breath, "Give him less food next time, the more he eats, the more he poops. How many times do you need to change and wash diapers each day? Eat less, you will poop less."

"Now he’s eating a combination of formula, breast milk, and food, so he poops two or three times a day. I’ve already changed him once in the early morning."

Feng Qingxue watched Lu Jiang grumble as he washed the diapers, while she kept Xibao wrapped in her military coat.

Little Fatty wasn’t pleased and struggled to stick his head out, his tiger-shaped hat ending up askew.

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