"Wow! Wow! Wow! Spit out the deflated pacifier, Lu Xibao howled in his throat, his limbs moved wildly, and the wind and snow almost couldn't hold him.

"It's all your fault!" The wind and snow glanced at Lu Jiang. After eating Xibao's rations, isn't Xibao annoyed that he can't eat breast milk in the middle of the night?

Xibao has always taken care of food, and when he can't satisfy his appetite, everyone should not sleep. Lu Jiang coughed, his eyes flickered, and he was a little embarrassed, but could he blame him deeply?

Besides, the little fat man has been eating for seven or eight months, and he has milk powder at home, so he can't be hungry. Feng Qingxue sat on the inside side of the bed and kicked him out of bed,

"Hurry up and make milk powder for Xibao."

"Yes, wife!" Lu Jiang walked out of bed shirtless, put on cotton slippers, shone a kerosene lamp with a flashlight, then poured some kerosene into the oil bottle, re-lit it, turned off the flashlight, and then took out the duckbill glass bottle for Xibao.

The baby bottles in the space do not meet the characteristics of this era, and Feng Qingxue has helped many people to buy this milk bottle.

She has always been careful, the hot water bottle is filled with hot boiled water, and the enamel jar next to it is filled with cold boiled water, and the milk powder is quickly prepared, so that the child does not have to wait hungry.

"Here, little fat man!" Lu Jiang stretched the bottle forward to his son. Xibao was pulling his throat with his eyes closed, not even looking at it, and the little fat on his arms and legs trembled.

Lu Jiang directly stuffed the bottle into his gaping mouth,

"I'm used to you, and the more I cry, the more I cry, the harder I get, right? Little fat man, if you cry again, I will eat your rations tomorrow and ask you to drink milk powder every day. Xibao opened his eyes, held the bottle and sucked, sobbing and choking.

"Light snow, he seems to understand us!" Lu Jiang knelt on the bed on one knee, looking at his fat son who was drinking milk powder with his cheeks puffed out, and he was drinking very quickly.

The wind and snow whitened him with his eyes,

"The child is not static, he is gradually growing up, slowly having his own consciousness, what's so strange about understanding words? A lot of times I told him to turn over, and he showed me. When I call his name, his eyes turn to me, which means 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 kid is as smart as me." ”

"Gluttony is like you!" Hearing this, Lu Jiang smiled. After eating and drinking, changing diapers, the little fat man soon fell asleep.

The wind and snow hugged Xibao and lay down, and asked Lu Jiang to blow the lamp,

"Don't make a fuss, go to bed early, there's nothing going on at home tomorrow, don't you go to visit Aunt Zhao and tell her about Xibao's godfather's current situation?" Lu Jiang did so, pulling another quilt over himself.

"Go, you should be the first to go!" Thinking of Zhao Anbang's current situation, Lu Jiang sighed, but the soldiers have always been prepared to be shrouded in horse leather when they go to the battlefield, and it is already a great luck to be able to pick up a life, he pulled the quilt up, and always felt that it was very desolate for a person to cover the quilt, and couldn't help but say: "Light snow, next time I will make a big quilt, and if the width is not enough, I will put together two quilts to save face." "A family of three doesn't sleep in a quilt, it's not funny.

Feng Qingxue had already closed his eyes, listened to his words, and said, "I have a big quilt in my space, two meters long and two meters wide, and tomorrow we will pretend to bring it back from the city." ”

"Good!" Lu Jiang will not wronged himself. Through the quilt, he looked up at the roof in the dark,

"Wife, shall I discuss something with you?"