Mother Chen poured out half a bowl of the freshly cooked milk. The aroma filled the entire kitchen, even reaching the noses of those in the courtyard.
Manbao and her siblings followed behind Mother Chen in a line into the legitimate wife's room, watching her feed the milk to the baby.
The milk had a distinct taste, clearly different from the rice soup he had previously enjoyed, so the baby habitually spat it out.
After several unsuccessful attempts to feed him, Mother Chen couldn't help but feel anxious. The milk was hard to come by; how could it be wasted like this?
Unable to help herself, Mother Chen pressed his lips together, forcing the milk down without removing the spoon.
Ms. Qian, sitting by the side, was startled by the action and quickly pulled her hand away. The baby started coughing, his face first turning red and then a shade of blue. He struggled weakly with his limbs, which then gradually slowed down to almost no movement.