Chapter 194 - 109: I Want to Night Wean Her

Chapter 194: Chapter 109: I Want to Night Wean Her

Mili froze, clearly not understanding Jiang Wanyi’s mood. She turned and went into Chen Yuan’s arms, sticking her little bottom out at her mother.

"This darn kid!"

Jiang Wanyi let out a long, frustrated breath, feeling like she was at her breaking point.

"You’re a grown-up, don’t stoop to a child’s level," Chen Yuan comforted her with a smile.

"Why do you sound just like my mom? What did I tell you before? We’re on the same side."

"Yes, yes, yes. We’re on the same side."

"Then go talk to her."

"You, little one, how could you do that? You have to love Mommy more than anyone in the world. Don’t do that again, okay?"

"Ah... ah... ah..."

No matter what you said to her, she always responded to everything. As for next time, well, that was a matter for next time and had nothing to do with the present.

"That’s more like it."

Satisfied, Jiang Wanyi opened the small cake box.

She scooped out a piece with a small spoon. "Come have a taste."

"You have the first bite."

"You eat first. I’m holding the baby."

"Holding the baby won’t stop you."

Jiang Wanyi stood up and brought the spoonful of cake to Chen Yuan’s lips.

"It’s my first time trying it, too. It’s really delicious. Quick, have a taste."

Chen Yuan and Jiang Wanyi had similar tastes. This type of lightly sweetened cake was acceptable, but they couldn’t handle cakes with heavy cream or fruit jam.

Back at the dining table, Jiang Wanyi took a bite herself.

"Delicious!"

No other evaluation was needed; the satisfied look on her face said it all.

"Have another bite."

Jiang Wanyi scooped another piece for Chen Yuan before finally eating some herself.

After they had eaten about a third of it, Jiang Wanyi closed the box.

"A taste is enough. If we get full now, we won’t have room for dinner later."

Chen Yuan thought so too. He was looking forward to Jiang Wanyi’s cooking more than the cake.

"I’m going to go organize the stuff in the stairwell. Here, you take the baby."

Jiang Wanyi gathered her hair back and put it up with a clip. "Let’s go together."

"This isn’t your job. I can handle it."

"Hmph." Jiang Wanyi lifted her chin proudly.

"The two of us will supervise. If you don’t do a good job, you’re not getting any dinner tonight."

"The day Mili learns how to cook is the day it’s all over between us."

"That’s more than ten years away. For now, you still have to eat my cooking."

"I’ll let you be smug for a few years."

Jiang Wanyi went to the sofa and put on her jacket.

"Let’s go. We’ll go together."

"Mm."

Chen Yuan carried the baby while Jiang Wanyi got the stroller, and they went to the stairwell together.

The building had private elevator access for each apartment, so besides delivery drivers and couriers, basically no one else ever came by.

It was relatively safe to leave Mili here.

The area was cluttered with miscellaneous items, including several large plastic bags piled together.

Chen Yuan saw they were all the baby’s toys, and besides those, there were also some empty cardboard boxes.

"Why are we still keeping these?"

"There’s an older woman in Building 13 who’s not very well-off. She collects cardboard boxes to sell. I’ve run into her a few times, so I’ve been saving these for her ever since."

"You two, stand aside. You’re getting in my way."

"You really don’t need my help? I was kidding before about just supervising."

"I really don’t. I can handle it myself. You two just watch from the sidelines."

Chen Yuan first went back inside to grab a box cutter and some packing tape. When he returned, he shooed Jiang Wanyi out of the stairwell doorway.

He cut open the stacked cardboard boxes one by one, stomped them flat, and bundled them together with the tape.

Jiang Wanyi and Mili watched from the doorway. She wanted to help, but Chen Yuan shooed her away each time she tried.

’Even though I’m not doing the work myself, keeping him company is more interesting than just sitting at home.’

"What happens after you’ve gathered all this up? Are you going to find that old lady?"

"I have her number. I’ll just leave it here, and she’ll come pick it up in a little while."

"That’s a good system."

He placed the bundled cardboard by the elevator entrance and lifted it to test the weight. It felt like it was over ten pounds.

Jiang Wanyi made the call to have the woman come over.

People do similar things online—it’s a way of helping others. But usually, you don’t have to do the packing yourself. Whoever wants the items will come and pack them up on their own, a mutually beneficial arrangement.

By packing it up today, he had done an extra favor, but Chen Yuan didn’t mind. Helping others for the sake of it was a happy thing to do.

With the cardboard boxes taken care of, all that remained were the baby’s things.

"She’s probably outgrown this bassinet. Let’s sell it online."

"We used it less than five times. What a waste of money," Jiang Wanyi said with a sigh.

"That’s normal. Just think of it as a lesson learned. If we sell it online, we can recoup some of the cost."

"I’ve never sold anything online, and I don’t have the app. Just list it for sale on your account."

"And when it’s sold?" Chen Yuan asked.

"The money will go into my account. I can transfer it to you, but will you even take it?"

"Nope," Jiang Wanyi said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You just keep the money and use it to buy snacks for the two of us."

"No problem."

He took the plastic film off the little bassinet, took a few photos from different angles, and figured he would list it online later.

"Let’s take these bags of toys inside later. We can sort out the ones Mili can still play with, and the rest we can bundle together and sell for local pickup."

"Alright, whatever you say."

"Hm?"

As he continued cleaning, Chen Yuan noticed a large, heavy bag in the corner. It was full of soybeans.

"Why are these soybeans out here? And why are there so many?"

"I didn’t buy them," Jiang Wanyi said. "They’re from a relative back in our hometown who grows them. They’re much better than the store-bought kind."

"You know how I wasn’t producing much milk back then? I figured I’d get some to make nutritious soy milk for her to drink."