Anuan, cradled in Qin Ruan's arms, stretched out her chubby little hand, wavering uncertainly as it swung around and caught a few fingers in her mother's hair, cooing a milky babble.
Qin Ruan couldn't decipher what her daughter was trying to express and, turning to the servant standing by, she lifted her chin slightly, "Is the formula ready?"
The servant immediately nodded, "It's ready, it's being warmed, I'll get it now!"
The servant quickly brought the bottle over and presented it to Qin Ruan with both hands.
Qin Ruan took the bottle, sat down on the bed holding her child, and brought the bottle to her daughter's lips.
She had thought her daughter would refuse to drink milk again, but Anuan, with her not-so-dexterous little hands, took hold of the bottle and drank greedily, a look of satisfaction on her little face.
Huo Yao tiptoed and stretched her neck to watch her sister, delighted to see her drinking milk, "Sister is drinking milk!"
