The father-in-law and son-in-law knew each other early, so they naturally got along well. Wu'an Hou just told Song Rong to live with his daughter, and asked Jiarang Jiayan about his brother and sister. Song Rong said, "My old lady can't live without Brother, but Sister Yan, who is young and has a daughter's family, must be raised carefully. Rou'er is a thoughtful person, and I'm relieved to take care of Sister Yan." Ji's name is Ji Rou.

Marquis Wu'an nodded and said, "It's not easy for Rou'er, you love her much." Although Ji Rou was born in a vassal, he was also the beloved daughter of Marquis Wu'an. Marquis Wu'an loved her and was sensible. Just when Ji Rou married into the Song family, he did not mean that his grandchildren suffered.

Song Rong was very satisfied with Xiao Ji's hair from his hair to his heels, and he was busy responding.

After talking to Song Rong for a while, Wu'an Hou ordered people to call their two sons to make their brother-in-law and brother-in-law so close.

Mrs. Wu'an Hou gave birth to only two daughters. Now Wu'an Hou's two sons Ji Wen Ji Wu and Ji Rou are both born by Wu'an Hou's favorite concubine, Aunt Zhang.

Song Rong has long been very good at being a human being and gets along well with his two brother-in-law. What's more, now he continues to marry Ji Rou, and Ji Wen and Ji Wu are closer to Song Rong than in the past.

The world is big, and the milk is the biggest.

When Song Jiayan heard that she had no breastfeed, she became even hungry, so she cried and protested continuously.

Cui Rui kept shaking Song Jiayan with her arms, and said to Wan Pozi with her side face, "No matter what, the new lady is also our eldest girl's aunt. You always go and find Mother Chu. Seeing that the eldest girl is crying like this, I will know for a while that the new lady is all our incompetent as slaves."

The Wan Ma Zi stood up lazily and kept scolding, "Mr. Chu, who was suffering from plague, can't wait to flatter Mrs. Xin at this moment."

Cuirui sighed quietly and spoke to Song Jiayan gently, "Girl, we can get breastfeeding in a while, stop crying..."

After a while, Wan Mama went out, she cursed and brought back a cup of glutinous and soft rice porridge, "Mum Chu has gone where it is. The eldest girl is one year old now and can eat some soup. Feed the eldest girl some rice porridge. I looked at the kitchen, which was soft and easy to melt."

Cui Rui didn't say anything, and took the soft rice porridge from Wan Pozi's hand and placed it on the low table beside her hand. She scooped half a spoon, and blew away the heat. When the temperature was appropriate, this recipe was sent to Song Jiayan's mouth. Song Jiayan's eyes were hungry, and when they saw that the rice porridge was delivered to her mouth, she immediately opened her mouth and ate it voraciously.

She ate half a bowl before she burped with satisfaction, closed her eyes, and felt drowsy.

Cuirui said, "I have to ask my mother to ask for some warm water. The eldest girl just cried and when she slept, if her eyes swollen tomorrow, we will take the eldest girl to pay tribute to the new wife. The new wife needs to ask, what should we say."

Wan Po Zi muttered again, complaining and went out to call the little girls to fetch water. Song Jiayan was very dissatisfied: Do you think she didn't smell it? Just now, Wan Po Zi clearly smelled the chicken on her body, so she might have gone to find the wet nurse. Maybe Wan Po Zi went to the kitchen to steal the chicken, and then brought her a bowl of rice porridge.

A towel was just right in temperature and softly brushed her small face. Cuirui gently wiped Song Jiayan's face. Seeing Song Jiayan looking at her with two black grape-like eyes open, Cuirui smiled slightly and said to Wan Pozi, "Isn't the big girl just Ele. Look, how well-behaved after eating."

Wan Po Zi had no intention of seeing Song Jiayan wrapped in cloth. She stretched her fat neck and looked out twice, smacked the residual smell of roast chicken in her mouth, and sighed, "I'm busy making a ball in the mansion today, and we probably will be late for dinner." Even though she nibbled two chicken legs in the kitchen, she was still hungry.

Cuirui tilted her mouth to the table and said, "If my mother is hungry, she will make up for the pastries on the table."

Wan Po Zi smiled, "Miss Rui can have some too. I don't know when will I wait for lunch."
Chapter completed!