The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

"Didn’t you say you were just drained? How come it’s still so big?" She really wanted to poke it.

Gu Youyou slapped away her "devil’s claw" and held her forehead, saying, "Be serious, let’s talk about what matters."

She glanced at her son, who was deep in sleep, and said, "Let’s go outside to talk."

Once he wakes up, she would no longer be able to get things done properly.

"Why don’t you hire a wet nurse?" Lin Qianqing was surprised that Gu Youyou was breastfeeding on her own. In her impression, prominent families would never breastfeed their own children; they always hired wet nurses.

Gu Youyou was so wealthy, surely she could afford to hire a wet nurse, right?

Gu Youyou replied, "The milk from those wet nurses isn’t exclusively for one child, it lacks nutrition. How could it compare to mine?"

Lin Qianqing thought it best to keep quiet about professional knowledge in this area.

For instance, wet nurse’s milk and Gu Youyou’s milk were all just milk to her—was there really such a difference between good and bad?

Moreover, professional wet nurses had astonishing quantities of milk and could feed several children without any issue. Wealthy families would compete for such wet nurses. It seemed that Gu Youyou disdained such a type.