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"Why is Xiaoshun crying? Is it because the shot hurts, or is he feeling unwell somewhere?"
Qi Cong asked nervously.
"He must be hungry. Help me wake up Aunt Zhang and ask her to make some formula."
Mai Xiaomai looked at Xiaoshun's little mouth craving food and said to Qi Cong.
"Aunt Zhang seems really tired. I'll prepare it. Just tell me how to do it."
Qi Cong stood up, picked up the milk bottle next to him and said.
"How could I trouble you with this?"
"No worries, it's not a big deal."
Qi Cong smiled and said, "I also want to learn how to make formula. It might come in handy in the future."
"Alright, I appreciate it."
Mai Xiaomai told him the steps to prepare the formula, then watched him carefully clean the bottle, add water, test the temperature, put in the right amount of formula, shake it gently, test the temperature again, and then hand it to her.
