At noon, Xia Xiao had brown sugar eggs cooked by Zheng Xianghong, along with ginger wine chicken soup. Because she was extremely hungry, her appetite was robust, and she ate her fill.
Zheng Xianghong said, "Try to breastfeed the baby."
"Is there already milk?" Xia Xiao was also eager to try. In fact, when she had just seen Zheng Xianghong and Xia Jing carrying the baby out to feed him water, she had been wondering when she could breastfeed and when the milk would come.
"There is, but you need to have the baby suckle for milk to come," Zheng Xianghong explained as she taught Xia Xiao how to hold the baby.
Although the baby had just drunk some water, Zheng Xianghong had clearly not fed him much, so now he was crying again, unable to draw any milk, and broke into an even louder cry.
"Mom, it's not working," Xia Xiao, now sweating from anxiety, said.
