Money is not a problem, the main thing is that the quality must be good

"It's coming." Ye Chen hurriedly gently massaged Su Ningwei's breast.

This could prevent the milk from spraying onto Erbao's face. It was valuable experience gained through practice.

After massaging it, Ye Chen lifted the other side of Su Ningwei's top.

Even after the massage, white milk still flowed out.

But at least it was no longer spraying out. That was much better.

Smelling the milky scent, Erbao eagerly latched on, clutching Su Ningwei's breast and drinking to her heart's content.

Ye Chen sat beside Su Ningwei, helping look after them.

Only after Dabao and Erbao were full did it become Xiaobao's turn.

Fortunately, Su Ningwei was abundantly endowed, and all three babies could drink their fill. Next month, the babies would turn six months old and could begin eating supplementary foods.

The frequency of breastfeeding would gradually decrease as well, so Su Ningwei would not have to work so hard.

Ye Chen carried Dabao and Erbao away, carefully wiping the milk stains from the corners of their mouths.

Dabao and Erbao were full, so they obediently let Ye Chen wipe their mouths and apply scented cream.

It rained a little today.

Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the fine spring rain fell densely like threads of silk, quietly nourishing the earth and bringing vitality to all things, like a light and elegant ink-wash painting.

The raindrops were like pearls from a broken string, slowly and rhythmically tapping against the windows—now light, now heavy, now gentle, now hurried—casting a unique mosaic across the glass and making the scenery outside hazy.

After the three babies had been fed, Li Mei took them downstairs to play in the indoor playground and amusement area in the backyard.

Whether it was raining or not had no effect whatsoever on the three babies' happy playtime.