Yuan Chun entered the room, sat down at the table, and played with a few small bills in her hand.
Zhao Dongxiu came out, glanced at the table, and said with a long face, "Da Bao is asleep. When he wakes up, take him to the factory area to find me for breastfeeding."
She then questioned, "Yuan Chun, why didn't you bring Da Bao to find me this morning?"
Yuan Chun stood up, stuffed the small bills into her pocket, and replied impatiently, "Going back and forth to find you for breastfeeding is too troublesome. I fed Da Bao milk powder. My brother is going on a business trip tomorrow. He might as well bring back a few more packs of milk powder for Da Bao."
"Do you think milk powder is free? It's so expensive," Zhao Dongxiu said, aching, "A single pack costs seven or eight yuan."
"No matter how expensive, it goes into your son's mouth." Yuan Chun gave a mocking smile. "Wouldn't you even buy some milk powder for your son?"
