"Granny Yu, I have a way," Qin Mei said with a smile.
When Granny Yu heard this, her eyes lit up. She asked eagerly, "What way?"
Qin Mei's lips parted, and she spoke a single word. "Massage."
"Massage?" Granny Yu frowned. She looked at Qin Mei, her voice full of suspicion. "Does that really work? They say crucian carp soup helps with milk, so I did everything I could to get some to stew for her. But she still had no milk after drinking it. They said goose feet cooked in fermented rice helps, but that didn't work either. Then pig trotters stewed with soybeans—still nothing. Now I wanted to try pig trotters with peanuts, but I couldn't even buy any trotters."
The whole family had been scrimping and saving just to help her granddaughter-in-law start lactating. They stewed pig trotters for her—a luxury they wouldn't eat themselves all year—all in the hopes of helping her produce milk, but nothing had worked.
