I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 571: Yellow eel, let’s go

The good luck charm that got drenched in water was fine, but the little one was a different story. The little creature squinted its eyes, opened its toothless mouth, and wailed loudly, its small fists clenched and occasionally waving in the air, looking incredibly aggressive.

The saying "the crying child gets the milk" was never more true.

After crying for a while, the little one was held by Bai Xue, who clumsily hugged the clothes and started to feed the little one.

The soft food blocked the crying, and after a few whimpers, the little one stopped crying, sucking on the milk while holding onto the white rice bowl.

Seeing his previous belongings now consumed by the little one, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle.

Damn, kids are really like vampires. Just born, and they're already starting to steal food from me.

After eating for a while, the little one stopped fussing and fell asleep again. Han Cheng asked Bai Xue to lay the little one on the heated bed to sleep alone.

But the little one didn’t sleep long before crying loudly again.

The food entered his mouth once more, and the crying stopped.

After feeding for a while, Bai Xue tried to lay the now quiet little one back on the bed.

As soon as her hands left, the crying started again.

Bai Xue was at a loss, not understanding why the little one kept crying.

Han Cheng took the soft little one into his arms, gently rocking him while muttering nonsense, “Aww, aww, sleep now…” But it didn’t work; the more he tried to comfort, the louder the crying.

Bai Xue, feeling sorry for the little one, sat up straight, took him from Han Cheng’s arms, and once again used the "soothing" method—food in the mouth, and with a few more whimpers, the little one quieted down.

Han Cheng glanced at Bai Xue’s chest, then down at his own, unable to stop his nose from twitching.

As expected, mothers have an advantage when it comes to taking care of babies.

However, Bai Xue's advantage didn’t seem enough, as the little one started crying again after eating for a while as soon as he finished.

The little one seemed so obsessed with the rice bowl—refusing to stop sucking on it. It was pretty bossy!

Han Cheng thought to himself.

After several rounds, Han Cheng figured out what was happening.

He walked over to Bai Xue, looked at his son eagerly eating from the rice bowl, swallowed, and then wholly lifted Bai Xue’s top.

Bending down, he opened his mouth and started a food-eating contest with his son.

Bai Xue looked at the father and son in her arms, stunned, then almost laughed.

Of course, Han Cheng wasn’t just hungry and wanted to join his son in eating; he had a purpose.

After sucking a few times, Han Cheng realized the core problem.

It wasn’t that the little one was being troublesome but that Bai Xue’s rice bowls contained no rice.

The little one had been sucking for so long but hadn’t gotten a single bite of food, and naturally, he would get more and more hungry, leading to the crying.

After thinking for a moment, Han Cheng took the little one out of the room.

Plenty of nursing mothers were in the tribe, so it wasn’t hard to find someone to feed the baby.

Not far away, he spotted Xing sitting in the shade, breastfeeding her child.

Asking for milk from another woman was awkward for a man, especially someone like Han Cheng, who came from another time.

But seeing the little one crying in his arms and realizing he had no choice, Han Cheng steeled himself to ask.

In the tribe, it was common for children to be raised together, and it was also very common for babies to nurse from someone other than their biological mothers.

As soon as Han Cheng spoke, Xing, who had been watching, immediately smiled and took the crying little one into her arms.

She wrapped one arm around each of the two children and began to feed them both.

After the little one had been eating from the empty rice bowl for a long time, it finally encountered a bowl with food. The little one greedily sucked, its tiny mouth sucking at different speeds.

The other child in Xing’s arms had already stopped eating, but the little one kept eating.

After a while, the little one finally stopped fussing.

Having eaten and drunk enough, the little one became very quiet and no longer cried, instead staring at the sky with big, dark eyes.

Han Cheng carried his son back to the room, and by the time they had walked the short distance inside, the little one was already asleep.

Seeing the little one peacefully sleeping after being fed, Bai Xue, who had been worried, finally felt relieved.

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However, she soon began to feel discomfort again because she had no milk and couldn’t feed her child.

Han Cheng had some vague understanding of this. He had heard that some people’s milk didn’t come in right after childbirth, but took a while before it started flowing.

During this process, it was said that eating nourishing food could help stimulate milk production.

He remembered that hedgehog meat and loach with fennel could promote milk production. While hedgehog meat was hard to find, loach was relatively easier to catch.

“It’s okay. Big Brother Cheng is here. I’ll make sure the milk comes in,” Han Cheng reassured Bai Xue as he patted his chest confidently.

After watching his son for a while, Han Cheng went outside to gather the tribe's young people to dig for earthworms and catch loaches.

The children were most interested in activities like this, and with Han Cheng, the divine son, calling for them, they couldn’t resist!

Soon, a group of excited children gathered, chattering and happily carrying two clay jars, following Han Cheng to the small river.

In the afternoon, they gathered the catches, and the bounty was abundant: half a basket of slippery loaches, a few white eels, and two yellow eels, all of which brought great joy.

Compared to the yellow eels, snakes, and pythons, the white eel more closely resembled the legendary dragon because of its tiny ears.

White eels weren’t common in later times, but in the small river near the Green Sparrow Tribe, they were plentiful, even more so than yellow eels.

Moreover, compared to yellow eels, white eels tasted much better.

This wasn’t just because yellow eels were mischievous and sometimes played the "Yellow eel, let's go!" game, wandering into places they shouldn’t be.

After processing the loaches, Han Cheng made soup, served two bowls to Bai Xue, and distributed the rest to other nursing mothers in the tribe.

The few yellow and white eels were cut into pieces and fried in oil, becoming a delicious meal for Han Cheng and the others.

After eating, they waited for a while and then had dinner again as the sky slowly darkened.

During this time, Han Cheng also took his son twice more to feed the other women in the tribe.

The little one could eat, pee, and poop. There wasn’t much to say about it because even if you did, the baby wouldn’t listen—it was still doing its own thing.

If the little one was in a good mood, it would sleep obediently; if in a bad mood, it would start crying, and you had to comfort it.

This wasn’t having a son; it was like having a little ancestor.

Han Cheng deeply realized how difficult being a stay-at-home dad could be in just half a day.

By nighttime, Bai Xue’s milk still hadn’t come in. Seeing her worried expression, Han Cheng felt it was time to pull out the big guns...