Chapter 55: The Milk Engorgement Storm (Part 1)

Seeing that no one else had anything more to say, Qihua brought up the purple ginseng that Qiyue had used during her childbirth.

Qiyue knew that as the witch doctor of the Moqi Tribe, Aunt Qihua would certainly not let go of such a supreme nourishing treasure. In fact, witch doctors of every tribe possessed a certain fanaticism for medicinal herbs, just like Luli in Luyu's group and Wolf Ling'er.

"Aunt, that purple ginseng was something we accidentally discovered in the jungle, and we also found a kind of black Ganoderma outside. They are medicinal herbs of the same grade, and such rare and precious things are encountered purely by great destiny. After early spring, we can go into the jungle to search for them again. Perhaps we won't find ones as old, but finding younger ones will do just as well, though the medicinal efficacy might be slightly inferior. You can transplant the ginseng back to the tribe, harvest some seeds every year, and plant more. The medicinal part of the ginseng is mainly its root; the older it is, the better the medicinal effect. As for the Ganoderma, I don't know how to transplant it either; I only know it belongs to the fungus family, so perhaps we can move the fungus base back. As for whether it can grow again, I cannot say for sure. The last time we harvested the black Ganoderma, we kept a large piece of the fungus base. Chi'er, when grandmother leaves later, remember to give half of it to her." Qiyue lowered her head and instructed Chi'er.

"Yue'er, I won't stand on ceremony with you then. Most of the herbs you planted outside were recognized by me, and I have already gathered them together with Feng Chi; the rest that I didn't recognize were also picked, waiting for you to wake up so you could identify them," Qihua said with an embarrassed smile, never expecting that after serving as a witch doctor for so many years, she actually knew fewer medicinal herbs than her niece.

Hearing this, Feng Yu hastily asked, "Aunt, Qiyue has just given birth. Shouldn't we let her rest for a bit right now? Can this identification of herbs wait until tomorrow?"

"Hehe, no rush, identifying them in a few days is fine. Anyway, I've already dried them all, so a few days more doesn't matter." This nephew-in-law was truly wonderful beyond compare; in his heart, nothing was more important than his niece.

Qiyue also understood that he was feeling tenderly protective of her. Having expended so much energy during childbirth, her stamina was indeed lacking at the moment, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a yawn.

Seeing this, Feng Yu hurriedly scooped up Chi'er to the side, helped Qiyue lie down comfortably, and covered her with an animal skin. Recalling the bundle of animal skins left at the mouth of the cave, he walked out to wash them in the lower reaches of the stream. Little Feng Chi, of course, tightly hugged his younger brother without letting go, careful not to disturb his mother's rest.

Upon seeing this, Qihua and her son also retreated from the cave and returned to their own dwelling, hoping to vent their grievances to her partner, Qizhong, through the bloodline resonance with her son.

For the next three days, Qiyue remained lying in the cave until Feng Yu finally permitted her to go outside and catch some fresh air. In the Orc Continent, there was no such custom as the confinement period; generally, females could get back on their feet once they regained their strength. Throughout those three days, Aunt Qihua had come to keep her company and chat, occasionally pulling out a dozen or so medicinal herbs and asking Qiyue to explain their medicinal properties. A small portion of them had been misidentified, and those herbs, much like ginseng, required harvesting their roots. Once all the unfamiliar herbs were properly identified, Qihua returned to the medicine field to harvest those medicinal roots and stems.

Feng Yu retrieved Qiyue's deerskin boots from his internal space and helped his partner put them on. Because Qiyue had been unconscious for so long and the boots had been in the way outside, he had put them away.

Now that Qiyue slipped them on, they immediately caught Aunt Qihua's attention. These were far more aesthetically pleasing than the foot-wrapping animal skins. Since Qiyue's feet were much smaller than Aunt Qihua's, the older woman couldn't try them on and could only slide her hand inside to feel them. They were both warm and comfortable, and the soles were quite thick with a certain degree of rigidity, ensuring that whoever wore them wouldn't have their soles poked by small pebbles on the ground.

Overjoyed, Aunt Qihua instructed Qijue to learn from Feng Yu how to make these boots so he could craft two pairs for her as well. Qiyue also wanted to make a pair for each of the two little ones, but she was stopped by Feng Yu, who claimed that an orc's soles had to be toughened from childhood. She had once heard Feng mention this briefly when leaving Luyu, and upon reflection, she decided not to persist.

Following this childbirth, Qiyue's feelings toward Feng Yu were deeply complicated. At night, Feng Yu habitually wrapped her in his arms as they fell asleep; her body was accustomed to it, yet her heart felt somewhat unnatural. During the entire year she was unconscious, she had no consciousness, so her feelings for Feng Yu were currently anchored in deep gratitude. From what she learned from Chi'er—about the father and son's living experiences over the past year and how meticulously they had cared for her—she believed no one could remain unmoved. Thus, Qiyue's feelings for her partner had elevated to profound gratitude, but to speak of love was still far too premature.

Starting from the third day, Qiyue's breasts began to swell with milk. To make up for past regrets, Qiyue pulled little Feng Chi's small body close. "Chi'er, circumstances were special when you were born, so mother had no milk to feed you. Although you don't need to drink milk anymore now, before your younger brother hatches from his shell, mother wants to make up for this lesson. Come, let mother feed you." Qiyue pointed to her protruding nipple, from which droplets of milk were seeping.

"Mother, does this mean younger brother can eat this after he comes out? Do you want Chi'er to taste it now too?" Feng Chi tilted his small head and asked curiously.

"That's right, so does Chi'er want to have a taste?" Qiyue looked at her son's adorable little face and asked with a smile.

"Yes, of course I do." With that, Feng Chi leaned forward and latched onto the nipple, sucking away. Ah, mother's embrace was so warm; although this milk didn't have much of a taste, drinking it made his belly feel warm. Cradling against his mother's chest, he had no desire to get up. Once younger brother hatched, mother's embrace would no longer belong solely to him, so he had better enjoy it thoroughly while he could.

The moment Chi'er's mouth touched her, Qiyue felt a shiver course through her entire body, and the surrounding skin turned a faint shade of pink. Oh my, this body was truly too sensitive!

At that moment, Feng Yu walked in from around the screen, looked at them, and asked, "What are you two doing?"

"It's nothing, my breasts are engorged. Chi'er never had milk when he was born, so he's just helping me nurse a bit now, which also makes it up to him. Besides, Chi'er is right in the middle of a growth spurt, and breast milk is rich in nutrients—it would be a waste not to drink it," Qiyue explained earnestly. Letting her son nurse was still better than letting him nurse; firstly, she couldn't bring herself to say it aloud, and secondly, the mere thought of him nursing made her feel so awkward that she involuntarily started to tremble.

Meanwhile, Feng Yu watched his eldest son's little mouth moving in and out with relentless jealousy. That was his exclusive territory—how could he let another male orc touch it! (Had he forgotten that was his son too?)

Noticing Feng Yu's intense gaze, shyness welled up within Qiyue, and the tips of her ears turned bright red. She instinctively turned her body halfway to block his line of sight.

Feng Yu, who had been glaring angrily at his eldest son, was suddenly blocked by Qiyue's shoulder, feeling somewhat displeased. Yet, her blushing earlobes fell squarely into his field of vision. Huh? Yue'er was actually feeling shy? The moment that thought arose, Feng Yu felt a thrill of wild joy blooming in his heart.

However, at this moment, Feng Yu could neither express objection nor show excessive happiness for fear of displeasing Qiyue. He simply plotted to suck both of her breasts dry come nighttime, ensuring the eldest son would have nothing left to eat tomorrow.