Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

Spitting out the deflated pacifier, Lu Xibao howled at the top of his lungs and moved his limbs wildly. Feng Qingxue almost couldn't hold him.

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

After finishing Xibao's food rations, wouldn't Xibao be annoyed if he couldn't get breast milk in the middle of the night?

Xibao always protects his food, but if he can't satisfy his appetite, everyone will stop sleeping.

Lu Jiang coughed, his eyes wandering back and forth, and he was a little embarrassed. How could he blame him if he was so sad? Besides, the little fat boy has been eating milk for seven or eight months. There is milk powder at home, so he can't starve.

Feng Qingxue sat on the side of the bed and kicked him out of bed, "Hurry and make milk powder for Xibao."

"Yes, my dear wife!" Lu Jiang walked out of bed shirtless, put on his cotton slippers, and illuminated the kerosene lamp with a flashlight. Then he poured some kerosene from the oil bottle into it, lit it again, turned off the flashlight, and then took out the kerosene lamp. A special duckbill-shaped glass baby bottle.

The milk bottles in the space did not match the characteristics of this era. Feng Qingxue had to help many people to buy this bottle.

She was always careful. There was hot water in the thermos, and cold water in the enamel jar next to it. She mixed the cold water with hot water, and the milk powder was quickly prepared, so that the child did not have to wait hungry.

"Here, little fat boy!" Lu Jiang stretched out the bottle towards his son.

Xibao was shouting with his eyes closed, without even looking at it, and the fat little flesh on his arms and legs was trembling wildly.

Lu Jiang directly stuffed the bottle into his open mouth, "I'm so used to you. The more you cry, the more you cry, right? Little fat guy, if you cry again, I'll eat your rations tomorrow and ask you to drink milk powder every day. ”

Xibao opened his eyes, held the bottle and sucked it while sobbing.

"Qingxue, he seems to be able to understand what we are saying!" Lu Jiang knelt on the bed and looked at his fat son with bulging cheeks and drinking milk powder in surprise. He was drinking milk powder in a hurry.

Feng Qingxue rolled her eyes at him, "The child is not static. He is growing up gradually and slowly has his own consciousness. Is it strange that he understands words? Many times I ask him to turn over, and he turns over to me. Look. When I call his name, his eyes will turn to me, which shows that he knows that Xibao is his name."

Hearing his name, Xibao rolled his eyes and looked at his mother in front of him.

Lu Jiang praised: "This guy is as smart as me."

"Gluttony is just like you!"

After hearing this, Lu Jiang chuckled.

After eating and drinking, and changing his diaper, the little fat man quickly fell asleep.

Feng Qingxue lay down with Xibao in her arms and asked Lu Jiang to turn on the lamp, "Stop making trouble and go to bed early. There will be nothing at home tomorrow. Why don't you go visit Aunt Zhao and tell her the current situation of Xibao's godfather?"

Lu Jiang did as he was told and pulled another quilt to cover himself.

"Go, you should go as soon as possible!" Thinking of Zhao Anbang's current situation, Lu Jiang sighed, but soldiers are always prepared to be wrapped in horse leather when going to the battlefield. It is a great blessing to be able to save a life. He pulled up the quilt Laila, I always felt that covering a quilt by myself was very desolate, so I couldn't help but said: "Qingxue, next time I make a big quilt, if the width is not enough, just put two quilts together."

A family of three would be unhappy if they didn't sleep in the same bed.

Feng Qingxue had already closed her eyes, and after listening to his words, she said: "There is a big quilt in my space, two meters long and two meters wide. We will pretend to bring it back from the city tomorrow."

"Okay!" Lu Jiang would not wrong himself.

He looked up at the dark roof through the quilt, "Honey, can I discuss something with you?"