"Mother, mother, look how happily it drinks the milk powder!" Little Qingyu circled around the little elephant, full of amazement.
The goat milk powder had been prepared in advance by Lin Wanwan, knowing the little elephant would soon arrive.
Based on the size of the little elephant, she researched a lot of information online and estimated it wouldn't be more than three years old and probably hadn't been weaned yet, so she bought dozens of boxes of goat milk powder. As expected, the little elephant acted like it had found its mother the minute it caught the scent of milk.
Raising such a little elephant costs as much as raising ten children, but luckily Lin Wanwan was not short of money now.
The little elephant drank the goat milk powder obliviously. Since it left the herd, it hadn't had any milk, and now it practically buried its face in the bowl.
