The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong took Grandma Jiang to find Qian Yuyan's house.

After entering the alley, Jiang Furong discovered a detail. Although the bungalows looked the same on the outside, there were only three gates in this row, while there were six gates in the row where she lived.

This means that Qian Yuyan's house is twice the size of his own?

Grandma Jiang also noticed: "Furong, I feel a little nervous when I get here."

In Grandma Jiang’s simple concept of housing, those who live in a big house are from a wealthy family, either rich people or high-ranking officials.

To live in such a big house, he must be at least a higher official than Jiang Dapeng, and he must earn much more salary. No wonder he can afford a nanny.

Jiang Furong took Grandma Jiang's hand and shook it gently: "It's okay, Grandma, remember this, if you don't know how to use the gas stove, just say you don't know. If you want to make milk powder, ask the master to teach you. Just do it as she teaches you."

Don't try to show that you know everything, otherwise you will end up making things worse.

Grandma Jiang went from disapproving to nodding her head. She had originally let go of her psychological burden, but now she was at the doorstep, with no way out. She gritted her teeth and stamped her feet: "Okay, I'll try to be as quiet as possible. You can say anything you want."

No matter what, we can't let them down. We have to let people see that Jiang Dapeng's mother and daughter have seen a lot.

Jiang Furong felt relieved after hearing what Grandma Jiang said. Seeing the door number "C2-", she walked up the steps and knocked on the door. "Hello, I'm Jiang Furong. Is Captain Qian home?"

Qian Yuyan came over to open the door, holding a two-year-old boy in her arms. "Finally, you're here! My little one just woke up and is crying out for food."

"As soon as I picked the cabbages, I hurriedly brought my grandma over. Luckily we made it in time." Jiang Furong smiled, lowered her head to wipe the soles of her shoes clean on the straw mat at the door, and walked into the house. Grandma Jiang hurriedly followed suit.

Qian Yuyan closed the door and said in a slightly tired voice, "Xiao Jiang, tell your grandmother to prepare the milk powder for Xiaobao first, and wait until Xiaobao finishes drinking the milk before cooking. The milk powder, bottle, and thermos are all on the dining table, and the bottle and nipple are in the small pot, they're already scalded."

The disinfection method in the 1970s was to use boiling water.

Grandma Jiang walked to the dining table and took a look. Wow, there was a big glass bottle of milk powder, which she had never seen before. She also had never seen a milk bottle soaked in boiling water.

"Grandma, go to the kitchen and wash your hands with soap first." Jiang Furong reminded Grandma Jiang. Although they had washed their hands before coming and changed into clean overalls and pants, seeing that Qian Yuyan's family paid so much attention to hygiene habits, washing their hands a few more times would make people feel at ease.

After washing her hands, Jiang Furong saw a pair of tweezers on the table, probably used to pick up the baby bottle.

She confirmed with Qian Yuyan and got a positive answer. Then she picked up a pair of tweezers, clamped the mouth of the bottle, took out the bottle and drained out the water droplets.

The mouth of the bottle was so small, Jiang Furong picked up a small spoon and gestured, then poured the milk powder into it, inevitably some spilled.

"Captain Qian, do you have a clean drinking cup? Mix the milk powder and pour it in."

Qian Yuyan came over with the child in her arms, and she understood what Jiang Furong meant. Suddenly, she realized, "Why didn't I think of pouring it into the bottle after it was brewed? I only thought of getting a small spoon."

She was embarrassed to say that she was so annoyed that she almost threw away the bottle, and she had to ask several people before she got a special small spoon for scooping the medicine powder from the hospital.

Jiang Furong didn't say anything, thinking to herself, if the bottle mouth wasn't too small, I would just scoop out the milk powder, add water, cover the lid and shake the bottle. This isn't obsessive-compulsive disorder, I just can't stand seeing a little spillage here and a little leakage there!

"What is the ratio of milk powder to water?" Jiang Furong unscrewed the large glass bottle containing milk powder.

Qian Yuyan reached out and marked the scale on the bottle: "Add five spoons of milk powder and water to here."

Then, Qian Yuyan watched Jiang Furong scoop the milk powder into the cup, pour the specified amount of hot water into the bottle, pour the water in the bottle into the cup, stir it evenly, then take out the soy sauce level, pour the milk into the bottle, and then use tweezers to pick up the nipple and screw it on the bottle.

During the entire process, Jiang Furong's hands never touched anywhere they shouldn't have.

Qian Yuyan was stunned. She and Xiaobao stared at Jiang Furong's smooth and easy operation. They couldn't help but praise her, "You are quite smart!"

If something you didn't hold high hopes for has a happy ending, it will feel like an unexpected surprise.

Jiang Furong smiled: "Not bad."

When you can use tools, you must use them.

Qian Yuyan couldn't help but laugh. Most people, when praised, would either say it was nothing or say it was a trivial matter not worth mentioning. Besides company awards, they wouldn't accept any other praise. It was rare to see someone as open and honest as Jiang Furong in accepting praise.

Ever since Xiaobao saw the strangers coming to the house, he had been watching curiously. He was particularly interested in Jiang Furong and stared at her almost without blinking until the milk was ready. Then he excitedly hugged Qian Yuyan's neck and shouted, "Mom, I want some milk, I want some milk."

The childish voice is soft and sweet.

Grandma Jiang's heart melted when she heard this. She wanted to reach out and hug the baby, but she finally held back and just made a suggestion: "Furong, does it feel too hot to touch? Let it sit for a while. Children's skin is more delicate than adults', so they can only drink it warm."

Before coming, Jiang Furong repeatedly warned her that she should only use her hands to feed the child with food and milk, and not her mouth. If she really couldn't help but want to hug or kiss the child, she should first tell herself that the child she was looking after was not a child but a puppy. After all, no one would taste the water with their mouth before giving it to a puppy, and no one would chew the food and spit it out to feed a puppy.

To be honest, Grandma Jiang felt uncomfortable when she heard this. In the countryside, everyone raises their children in this way!

But strangely enough, when one entered Qian Yuyan's living room, the furnishings in the room made one feel very serious. One just wanted to keep one's head down and remain silent, without even thinking of looking around.

Looking at Qian Yuyan again, she put Xiaobao on the sofa and let him sit down. She held the bottle and felt that the temperature was just right, so she stuffed the bottle into Xiaobao's pocket and said, "Drink it yourself."

Xiaobao was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, and his arms were too short to hold the bottle. He was about to cry: "Mom, feed me."

Jiang Furong took advantage of Qian Yuyan's inattention and winked at Grandma Jiang.

Grandma Jiang quickly walked over and said, "Xibao, can I feed you?"

Children tend to resist strangers when they are eating, and Xiaobao is no exception. He hides while holding the bottle, pouting his little mouth and calling for his mother.

Qian Yuyan took out half an apple from the kitchen and said, "Xiao Jiang, tell your grandma to use a small spoon to scrape apple puree for Xiao Bao to eat half an hour after he finishes drinking milk."

Jiang Furong asked, "Captain Qian, what is Xiaobao's full name?"

"That's his name."