Feeding the Baby

Shen Hui looked at the wailing child, pondered for a moment, then finally raised his right hand, palm upward, fingers slightly spread.

A clear stream of water gushed from his palm.

Then he flicked his fingers, and the stream slipped into the swaddling clothes, washing back and forth before slipping out again and falling to the ground.

The urine-soaked cloth immediately became spotless. Even the dampness vanished, leaving it as dry and fresh as if it had just been sun-dried.

The infant froze for a moment, and his crying paused briefly.

He lowered his head to look at the piece of cloth that had suddenly become dry against his body, then threw back his head and wailed even louder.

Lu Huan spread her hands. "That didn't work either."

Shen Hui frowned. After thinking for a moment, he hesitantly said, "Could he be hungry?"

Only then did the others wake as if from a dream.

A baby barely a month old did nothing but eat and sleep. Other than needing to relieve himself, wasn't hunger the only possibility?

But in these desolate mountains and wild ridges, where could they find milk?

Sun Chengying pulled out a flatbread. "How about... we try this?"

Mo Yunsong glanced at it and immediately shook his head.

"Even this old man finds that flatbread hard to chew. He does not even have teeth—how could he bite it?"

Just as they were at a loss, a few faint bleats drifted from ahead, young and lingering.

Shen Hui raised his eyes and looked in that direction.

Around the bend ahead lay a gentle slope blanketed in lush grass. Several white dots were scattered among it, moving slowly.

It was a flock of sheep.

An old shepherd led the way, wearing a battered conical hat and leaning on a