Xu Binghu straightened up, patted his chest, and smiled with vigor: "No worries, no worries, see, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
"That beast on the mountain, although it does have some brute strength, it's just developed in the four limbs. It's as dumb as having no brain, just takes a little effort, a little risk, and some tricks to bring back the goat milk."
Having said that.
He looked at Lian Ji with eyes full of heartache: "The midwife said your body is weak and you don't have enough milk. How can I let you suffer more? Let little Ran drink the beast milk, it's pretty good."
Lian Ji's eyes turned red. "Husband..."
Xu Binghu grinned, "Wife, you take the beast milk and feed it to little Ran. I'll go light a fire to cook and wash up. There's a lot of miasma in the mountains, I'm worried it might affect the newborn baby. Maybe a little fire will help."
