Yu Bing placed the milk powder on the table. "You suddenly ran out of milk, so I bought some milk powder for Xiao Yu. He's still young, so he definitely can't keep drinking rice paste."
Wen Qin was worldly, so when she saw the foreign language on the packaging, she hurriedly stuffed the milk powder back into the bag. "Why did you buy this?! It's so expensive! Take it back and return it."
Yu Bing took out the milk powder again. "Now is not the time to be polite. It's not enough for him to just eat rice paste when he's less than half a year old. What if it slows his growth? Xiao Yu's condition wasn't good when he was born. He was born weak and has to recuperate before he can recover. Look, he only ate rice paste for a few days, but his face is as thin as a monkey's. Even if you don't feel sorry for him, I do."