The second child had just drunk a little milk formula, only a few sips, and once in Ye Qingci's arms, he knew he had a change of meal and gleefully kicked his little hands and feet.
Ye Qingci smiled and lifted her clothes, putting her nipple into his small mouth, and the little fellow happily started drinking milk.
Ruan Yuezhu noticed both little fellows were happy when breastfeeding, then looked at her daughter, who seemed thinner than the last time she saw her. She felt a bit distressed: "Cici, you've let these little fellows nibble you thin. When you go back, you must eat more nutritious food and drink more soups. Don't even think about dieting."
"Don't worry, Mom, I'm not dieting," Ye Qingci said. "Their milk isn't enough. I eat good food every day until I'm stuffed, just to produce more milk for them. How could I diet? I just naturally don't gain weight no matter what I eat, so you don't need to worry about me."
