"Mom." Meng Shuyan called out pitifully, tilting his face upward with an eager expression, "I want some milk too." He hadn't even tasted it, yet it was given to his younger brother—Mom didn't love him anymore!
Tian Sangsang had to look after both Little Tangyuan and Meng Shuyan at the same time.
Hearing his words, she smiled helplessly, "Yanyan, you already drank it before—you can't have it anymore, you've been weaned, you know that? Your little brother is still young. After he drinks it for about a year, he won't be able to have it anymore either."
Meng Shuyan wracked his brain, "Why don't I remember drinking it?"
"You were too little to remember," Tian Sangsang replied. He was still so young now—what kind of memory could he have? When he grows older, he might not even remember these days.
Meng Shuyan unhappily eyed his milk-drinking little brother. Seeing how Mom's attention was entirely on his brother without sparing him a glance, his head drooped in sadness.
