Ruan Jiaojiao waved her little hand to bid farewell to several older boys, and when she had just been given candy, a few younger girls surrounded her and asked curiously, "Jiaojiao, do you really have nine brothers?"
"Yes," Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, continuing to hold her milk bottle as she drank.
She had been having nightmares more and more frequently lately, and the Ruanlin Family had been adding pearl powder to her daily sheep milk, not just in the morning and evening, but now at noon as well.
Actually, Ruan Jiaojiao felt this was completely pointless, but this was the Ruanlin Family's love for her, and even if it was useless, she would happily accept it.
Besides, drinking sheep milk was good, and sheep milk with added pearl powder was even better; her skin, which had darkened in the summer, had now turned pale again, and she had grown a bit taller as well.