Wallen was awakened by Qi Tu's cries, and it was still dark outside.

Qi Tu was awakened by urine, as Volin expected, the little guy opened his eyes and saw that his mother was not his own, and he opened his mouth to cry.

"Rabbit, what's wrong?" Wolyn was sleepy-eyed and her brain was a mess.

"Mommy, Mommy—" The little one cried at the top of his throat.

Warlene shook her head, forced herself to wake up, first touched Qi Tu's forehead, hands and feet, and made sure that Qi Tu was not cold, she asked Qi Tu, "Rabbit, do you want to pee?"

"Hmm. Qi Tu nodded and continued to cry, his voice a little quieter.

"Okay, Auntie will take you to the toilet. Wallen sat up and put on her coat.

"I don't want to go to the toilet. Qi Tu's crying turned into sobbing.

"If you don't go to the bathroom, how can you pee?" Volin squeezed her eyes hard, it was too much.

"Pee in the bucket. Qi Tu began to cry again.

"Oh-"

Warlene remembered that there was no toilet in the family building where Qi Chunhong lived, and people in that area went to the toilet during the day to go to the public toilet, and each family prepared a toilet at home at night, and then went to the public toilet to empty the toilet in the morning.

Qi Tu has formed a habit, and if you change it to let him urinate at night, he will cry too.

"Okay, in the peil. Warlene got out of bed and took a plastic bucket.

It doesn't matter if he's a toilet or not, as long as he can coax the little guy not to make a fuss, and then clean the bucket.

However, children don't deal with the past so easily.

After serving the little one to pee, Wallen thought that she could continue to sleep, but the little one refused to sleep, saying that she wanted milk.

Well, Wallen shook her head and boiled water in an electric kettle.

She can call it milk here, only milk powder, except for yesterday, these days overtime, I haven't stayed in the dormitory, the water in the thermos flask has long been cold, and the milk powder can only be boiled hot.

Qi Tu couldn't wait, and began to cry again.

There are children who drink milk at home, and there are boiling water and cold boiled water prepared at night, which can be mixed into warm water to soak in milk powder at any time.

So no matter what Warlene explains, the little one just cries.

Helpless, Waren threatened Qi Tu with a small packet of rock candy: "If you don't cry, I'll give you this bag of candy hidden by Uncle Han Ting, if you still cry, there will be no candy to eat." ”

The little guy was quick with his hands and eyes, snatched the rock candy and hugged it in his arms, crying louder.

"Hey, you don't have to delay at all. Wallen couldn't help but laugh.

The little experience of dealing with Wohong didn't work to deal with Qi Tu, but Wo Lin had no choice but to wait for the water to boil in Qi Tu's crying, soaked half a cup of milk powder in hot water, mixed some cold water from a thermos flask, and tested the temperature of the milk powder with the back of her hand, thinking that it should be drinkable, so she fed Qi Tu with a spoon.

"I want a bottle. The little one stopped crying, sobbed, and twisted his head to the side.

Warlene put the cup back on the table with a serious expression: "You either drink it like this or you don't drink it, there is no third choice." ”

"I want a bottle—" The little one burst into tears.

Wallen sighed and didn't look at Qitu.

If I had a bottle, I would have to go to work tomorrow and die.

Yawning and squeezing her eyes hard, Wallen took out the large packet of ginger candy that Shaohua had given her from the drawer and played with it in her hand.