My baby is two and a half years old. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk!

Lu Chenyue has a strong physique, and his mild cold did not cause any other discomfort.

Le Bao pooped twice more that night. Luckily, he was wearing a diaper, otherwise Lu Chenyue would have had to throw away his clothes twice more.

The couple was quite tired from dealing with their child getting up at night, so they slept soundly in the morning.

Le Bao was woken up by hunger.

Her stomach was already empty, and she was feeling very hungry.

Lu Chenyue was afraid that she would press on his wound if she fell asleep, so the little one slept on Lu Chenyue's chest every night.

Le Bao rubbed his eyes, opened them, looked at the puddle of water on his father's chest, and touched the corner of his mouth.

Lu Chenyue wore a mask all night, afraid that he would infect the chubby boy.

Le Bao sat up and placed her hands on Lu Chenyue's chest.

She glanced at Shen Wanning, who was still asleep, and decisively woke her father up.

She had intended to remove her father's mask, but since Lu Chenyue was asleep, she couldn't do so.

But she seemed to have discovered something interesting.

The little guy pulled on the mask, stretching it out until it was long enough to be far from Lu Chenyue's face, and then with a "snap," the mask snapped back.

"hiss."

Lu Chenyue was abruptly awakened by his daughter's flicking motion.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Chenyue touched the spot where he had been flicked, and rubbed the little guy's head a few times until he saw that the little guy's short hair was a mess like a bird's nest, before he finally stopped.

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

The little one patted her tummy; she was starving.

"Wait."

Lu Chenyue resignedly got up and picked up the little guy.

He immediately carried her to the bathroom to check if her diaper had been soiled.

Thank goodness, no more diarrhea.

The chubby boy peed, and his father helped him wash up and carried him out.

Xiang Jiahui brought breakfast early in the morning, but seeing that the family of three was still asleep, she left the breakfast in the outer room and left.

Lu Chenyue heard the noise, but he was also very sleepy and drifted off to sleep again.

Sure enough, when I brought Le Bao out, I saw the thermos on the table.

Lu Chenyue poured soy milk for the little one, then served her a bowl of congee and a plate of vegetables.

"Daddy, second meat."

Looking at the bland and watery breakfast, the chubby boy, who always loved meat, protested.

"You're not better yet, so you can only eat this. You can eat meat once you're better."

Lu Chenyue tried to feed Le Bao the congee, but she wouldn't open her mouth.

"Would you like another steamed bun?"

It's fine if you don't eat meat, just give me a steamed bun.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Lu Chenyue knew all too well how much this chubby girl loved to eat meat.

He took out another thermos containing steamed buns, broke it open to look at the filling, and gave her a filling of mushrooms and greens.

"This is all we have. Do you want some?"

Lu Chenyue gave her half a steamed bun.

Le Bao: You stingy little devil.

Knowing he wouldn't get to eat meat today, the little guy could only take the half-eaten bun and eat it with plain porridge.

When Shen Wanning woke up, the father and daughter had already finished eating, and Lu Chenyue was packing his things, preparing to be discharged from the hospital.

"Where's Le Bao?"

At this moment, Le Bao had already quietly run out of the ward while her father wasn't paying attention.

She couldn't stand staying in that room.

However, she put on her hat when she went out.

She wandered around aimlessly, and stopped in front of a hospital room.

She smelled a fragrance.

The ward door was ajar. She pushed it open but didn't go in; instead, she craned her neck to look out from the doorway.

In the ward, there were two patients, both children suffering from leukemia, who had shaved their heads and were eating breakfast.

"Are you lost?"

A little girl saw Le Bao standing at the door.

Everyone looked over in the direction she was looking.

"Whose child are you? Have you gotten lost from your parents?"

The girl's mother walked to the door and looked behind her.

"Baby, come out and play!"

Le Bao's gaze lingered briefly on the woman's face before returning to the two bald-headed children.

The two children were quite young, a boy and a girl. The boy looked to be about seven or eight years old, and the girl was about twelve or thirteen years old. They were having breakfast at the time.

Their meals are specific, but most of the time they vomit after eating them and can only force themselves to eat.

"Is the leader injured?"

She went inside and stood between the two beds, looking at one for a moment and then at the other.

"We're sick, we have leukemia, and we're starting chemotherapy tomorrow."

The girl thought Le Bao was very cute, and at the same time, she envied her for having a healthy body.

She touched her bald head, where she used to have a full head of black hair that reached her waist and back.

Yesterday, she watched as the doctor took the clippers and shaved off her hair, which she had kept for many years, bit by bit. She could only shed tears silently.

Le Bao ripped off his hat, turned around, and pointed to the back of his head, where his hair had also been shaved.

"Baby is hurt, her hair is gone."

"Pfft."

The boy next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Does this look like a dimple?"

Le Bao put on the hat; she was angry.

The boy's parent glared at him, then softened their tone:

"No, little one, I'm not laughing at you."

"Yes, yes, I just remembered a funny joke."

Le Bao looked at him with some suspicion, but was then attracted by the food in his hand.

"Niji Mori Yao?"

She swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the thing in the other person's hand.

"Oh, this is something my mom made especially for me. Would you like some?"

The boy held a coarse grain pancake that his mother had made for him.

The little guy nodded and ran over happily.

"Don't give this to your sister; I'll get her a new one."

These whole-grain biscuits have no other additives and are safe to eat, so parents of boys feel comfortable giving them to their chubby sons.

Le Bao held the biscuit with both hands, took a big bite, and then his eyes lit up. "It's so delicious!"

It's delicious even if it's not meat.

The little guy was enjoying his meal immensely.

Lu Chenyue, who was tidying upstairs, heard his wife's words and then realized that the little fat boy had slipped out.

"It's alright, someone's following her."

After Shen Wanning finished breakfast, the couple went downstairs to look for someone.

They went straight to the ward and knocked on the door.

Pushing open the door, they saw the chubby boy, who had already eaten breakfast, sitting on a small stool between the two beds, holding a pancake in his hand, with a middle-aged woman feeding him wontons in clear soup next to him.

The couple was speechless. This little fat boy eats wherever he goes.

"Who are you?"

The woman feeding the wontons looked up at the two distinguished-looking people at the door.

"Hello, we are the child's parents. We're sorry the child is bothering you."

Shen Wanning smiled, looking a little embarrassed.

"Mommy, is Ni awake?"

The chubby boy jumped off the stool and ran over to hug Shen Wanning's leg.

"Yes, Mom woke up and couldn't see you anymore; you were running around again."

Shen Wanning straightened the little guy's hat and pretended to scold him.

"Mommy, look, just like the baby."

Le Bao pointed to the two older brothers and sisters on the bed whose heads had been shaved.

Shen Wanning noticed as soon as she came in that this child must have leukemia.

"My older brother and sister are sick. Their hair will grow back when they get better."

"When will Senyao howl?"

"It will be alright soon."

Shen Wanning took the little one's empty hand and prepared to leave.

"Say goodbye to your older brothers and sisters, we're leaving."

"Goodbye, Sister Guoguo."

Le Bao waved goodbye and followed his parents.