Qin Mei, who was washing an enamel cup, paused. She wasn't particularly excited as she asked calmly, "I'll accept a hundred."
"Accept, accept, accept," Granny Yu repeated, overjoyed. "A hundred is too expensive for ordinary folks, but it's nothing to the rich, especially when it concerns a baby's milk."
Qin Mei didn't argue with that. It was true.
"Who is it?" Qin Mei asked casually. It didn't matter who it was; as long as they paid, she'd take the job.
Granny Yu said, "It's the daughter-in-law of our cotton mill's vice-director. Her confinement month is over, but her milk supply is low, and the baby refuses to drink formula. With not enough milk from his mother, the baby is always trying to eat but never gets full, just WAILING from hunger. They've tried everything—special remedies, soups to boost her milk supply—but nothing has worked at all."
