Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife-Chapter 367 - 0: The Battle over Food 3_1

"Wah! Wah! Wah!"

Spitting out his wilted pacifier, Lu Xibao cried out, flailing his arms and legs, almost slipping from Feng Qingxue’s grasp.

"It’s all your fault!" Feng Qingxue glared at Lu Jiang.

Eating up all Xibao’s rations, how could the baby not be upset when he couldn’t get breastmilk in the middle of the night?

Xibao has always been food-possessive, if his hunger is not satisfied, nobody can sleep peacefully.

Lu Jiang coughed, his gaze darting around, a tad embarrassed, but could he really be blamed? Besides, Little Fatty has been eating for seven or eight months now, there’s formula milk at home, so he won’t starve.

Feng Qingxue sat on the side of the bed and kicked him off, "Quickly make the formula milk for Xibao."

"Yes, madam!" Lu Jiang jumped out of bed in his bare upper body, wearing cotton slippers, picked up the flashlight to light the kerosene lamp, and then took out Xibao’s special duck-billed glass feeding bottle.

The bottle in the space did not conform to the characteristics of this era, Feng Qingxue had gone to great lengths to buy this bottle.

She was always meticulous, the thermos was filled with boiling water, and there was cold boiled water in the enamel tank next to it. Mixing the cold and hot water, she could quickly make formula milk, the child did not have to wait with an empty stomach.

"Here you go, Little Fatty!" Lu Jiang extended the bottle towards their son.

Xibao continued to howl with his eyes closed, his chubby arms and legs trembling uncontrollably.

Lu Jiang immediately shoved the feeding bottle into his wide-open mouth, "He’s getting worse from being spoilt! If you keep crying, I’ll eat up your share as well and you can keep drinking formula."

Xibao opened his eyes, sucking on the bottle while sobbing intermittently.

"Qingxue, I think he can understand us!" Lu Jiang knelt on the bed with one knee, observing their chubby son drinking formula with puffed up cheeks, gulping down rapidly.

Feng Qingxue rolled her eyes at him, "Children continually change and grow, gaining consciousness along the way. It’s not strange that he understands us. A lot of times when I tell him to roll over, he does. When I call his name, he turns towards me. This shows that he knows "Xibao" is his name."

Hearing his name, Xibao swiveled his eyes and looked at his mother.

Lu Jiang praised, "He takes after me in his cleverness."

"And in his gluttony as well!"

At this, Lu Jiang chuckled.

Fed and content, with his diaper changed, Little Fatty fell into a deep sleep in no time.

Feng Qingxue cuddled Xibao and then instructed Lu Jiang to turn off the light, "Stop messing around, sleep early. We don’t have much to do at home tomorrow. Shouldn’t we go and update old Mrs. Zhao about Xibao’s godfather’s situation?"

Lu Jiang did as he was told, pulling another blanket over himself.

"We should, we should do it as soon as possible!" Thinking about Zhao Anbang’s current situation, Lu Jiang sighed, but soldiers are always prepared to lay down their lives on the battlefield. Having survived was already a great fortune. He tugged the blanket up a bit more, finding the idea of being covered by a single blanket quite disheartening, "Qingxue, next time, let’s make a big quilt. If the width is not enough, we can stitch two pieces together."

It just didn’t feel right for a family of three not to sleep under the same blanket.

Feng Qingxue had already closed her eyes. Upon hearing his words, she said, "I have a big blanket in my storage space. It’s two meters two long and two meters wide. We can pretend we brought it from the city tomorrow."

"Great!" Lu Jiang wouldn’t stand for any discomfort for himself. novelbuddy-cσ๓

Through the blanket, he stared at the dark ceiling, "Honey, can I discuss something with you?"

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