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"Oh, why are you crying? It's okay. If you don't have milk, just eat more good food. Don't worry, go home and I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy you some pig's trotters and stew them. Then your milk will surely come out in large quantities."

Liu Da was a little anxious when he saw his wife crying. He felt sorry for the child, but he felt more sorry for his wife.

Liu's wife was too embarrassed to say what she really thought, so she could only respond vaguely, letting her husband think that she was sad because she had no milk.

As if sensing his mother's sadness, the child in Liu's wife's arms also began to cry. Maybe because he was not full, the child's cry was low and thin, which made Tang Xin feel distressed.

"Oh, child, you must not cry during the confinement period. Be careful not to get sick, it will be difficult to recover in the future."

Perhaps because Tang Xin had just given birth, Tang's mother saw that the woman in the next ward also had a distressed look on her face, and spoke with concern.

"Yes, child, if there is no milk, then there is no milk. Don't get irritated, otherwise the milk will go back." Jiang's mother also advised.

Hearing this, Liu's wife felt even more upset and felt indescribably aggrieved.

Seeing her like this, Tang Xin was also very anxious. As a mother herself, she felt sad seeing the child crying pitifully.

She remembered the milk powder and milk bottles she had prepared in advance, so she said to Jiang Wenbo, "Wenbo, go give the milk powder and milk bottles we prepared for the child to my sister-in-law. We can't let the child starve."

Jiang Wenbai nodded quickly when he heard that. He seemed quite anxious. The child was so young and he felt sorry for him.

So he went to his bag and found the milk powder and bottle that Tang Xin had prepared in advance. These were originally prepared by Tang Xin because she was worried that she would not have enough milk. Now it seems that they are not needed, so he just gave them to the child next door.

"Da Liu, these are the milk powder and bottles we prepared for the baby. My wife doesn't seem to need them now. Please make some milk powder for the baby quickly. Don't let the baby go hungry."

Jiang Wenbai handed over the milk powder and the bottle, but Liu didn't dare to take them for a moment. The milk powder and the bottle were so valuable, and the bottle was a delicate thing that he had never seen before.

"No, no, County Magistrate Jiang, this precious thing should be saved for the children to drink. We can just make some rice porridge." Liu Da waved his hands.

"It's okay, you can take it. I don't think my family will need it. It's for the child, so don't refuse." Tang Xin also advised.

Jiang Wenbo was more direct. He stuffed the milk powder and bottle directly into Liu's arms and said, "Come on, I'll tell you how to use it."

Tang Xin had told them how to use the bottles and milk powder before, so Jiang Wenbo also knew it.

Da Liu looked at his wife, and the couple kept thanking them.

"Okay, don't be polite. It's fate that we are in the same ward. It will be fine in a while. Baby, don't cry." Jiang's mother began to persuade Liu's wife.

Liu's wife nodded. Secretly, she also wanted her child to have good things, so she didn't refuse.

Da Liu prepared the milk powder, and Sister Zheng went over to instruct Da Liu's wife to feed the baby the milk powder. Seeing the child drinking it in big gulps, Da Liu thanked her again.

Tang Xin was almost done with her meal when she told Liu's wife.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry. You had a caesarean section, and the operation itself hurt your blood. If you don't replenish your blood, it will be difficult for milk to come out."

Liu's wife suddenly realized that it was true. She had a caesarean section. As the old saying goes, it hurts the blood. The old people say that milk is the essence of the mother. If the blood is damaged, the body will be weak, so how can there be milk?

Thinking about it this way, Liu's wife felt better. It was not because of her own fault, but because of the surgery.

After hearing what Tang Xin said, Liu Da also felt that it made sense, so he quickly told his wife.

"Gui Fen, don't get angry. When we get home, I'll ask mom to add eggs to your meals and kill our old mother for you to drink soup with."

Da Liu also loves his wife. Now that the policy has been relaxed, the family raises three or four chickens for laying eggs. The higher-ups don't care. But when they knew she was pregnant, the family originally planned to use the eggs laid by these chickens for her confinement.

This is quite good in their brigade. Which family is willing to feed their daughter-in-law so many eggs? Now the best families in the brigade only have millet porridge with eggs, or better noodles with eggs.

"No, eggs are enough for me. I'll also drink some brown sugar millet porridge to replenish my blood. The chickens are kept for laying eggs to exchange for salt."

Hearing her husband was so willing to do so, Liu's wife felt better. She couldn't bear to eat all the chickens. They were all old hens and were laying eggs.

Liu was used to his daughter-in-law's frugality, so he didn't say much. He decided to talk about it when he got home. There was no point in arguing in the hospital.

Tang Xin felt a little melancholy when she heard their conversation. It was only the early 1970s and people's living standards were not high. Eating an egg and drinking brown sugar water was a great tonic.

Looking at the chicken soup in his hand, Tang Xin felt that he was being a bit wasteful.

She had never suffered since childhood. Growing up in such a family, she had enough material things since childhood, and her friends around her were all similar. Suddenly, there was such an obvious contrast, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Wenbai was always paying attention to Tang Xin's movements. Seeing that she was silent, he quickly asked.

"Tangbao, what's wrong? Don't you like chicken soup?"

Hearing Jiang Wenbo's question, Sister Zheng, who was cleaning the dishes, stopped her work and asked, "Tang Bao doesn't like chicken soup stewed this way? There's no way you can put salt in chicken soup during your confinement period. How about I make some pig's trotter soup for you tomorrow with less salt?"

"Sister Zheng, you can put less salt. A woman who has just given birth won't have strength without salt. Add some dates to the chicken soup. It will taste sweet and Tangbao will probably like it." Jiang's mother suggested.

"Yes, how about making some crucian carp soup? Fry the crucian carp on both sides until golden brown, then add water. The soup will be milky white. Simmer it in a clay pot for a while so that the bones will dissolve and it can also provide calcium."

Tang's mother also made some suggestions, as she was worried that Tang Xin wasn't eating well.

Hearing her family's caring voices, Tang Xin came back to her senses. Why was she still so depressed? She was so happy in her second life, so she should just cherish and be grateful, and not think about those unimportant things.

Tang Xin shook her head. "No, I can eat it. I like the soup that Sister Zheng stews the most. I was just thinking of a name for the baby."

"What's the baby's name?" Jiang Wenbo asked.

"Yeah, it's up to you who gets to choose the full name, but you have to have a nickname. You can't just call me baby, baby all the time." Tang Xin paused and said, "Actually, baby sounds pretty good too. You can call me Xiaobao, Jiang Xiaobao."

For some reason, Tang Xin thought of Wei Xiaobao and laughed.

Seeing Tang Xin's happy look, he whispered: Jiang Xiaobao, Jiang Xiaobao, well, this nickname is good.

"Jiang Xiaobao, Xiaobao, well, this nickname is good and easy to pronounce." Jiang's mother nodded.

Tang's mother did not participate. Although he was her grandson, naming was the Jiang family's business after all. At most, she would give suggestions when she felt the name was not nice. She thought the nickname Jiang Xiaobao was also very good.

"Okay, let's talk about the full name first, and let's stick with Tang Bao's nickname, Xiao Bao, Jiang Xiao Bao. Grandpa will give the full name to you."

Jiang Wenbai made the decision, and then Grandpa Jiang's voice was heard at the door.

"What do you want me to do?"