HLM -Chapter 1278 Breast Milk Bank

Evil meets its match.

A convoy of SUVs disappeared into the dust, and once again, Tahiti Town returned to its calm.

Wang Bo waved at the manager of the demolition company. “You can start work now, right? I guarantee no one will interfere with you anymore.”

“No problem. We’ll start right away.” The manager had been frightened by the few Māori men—such unreasonably stubborn people were rare, and he didn’t want to provoke them.

The old buildings were mostly low and made of wood, so demolition wasn’t too difficult. Transporting the materials was even easier; the main thing was to be careful not to damage anything unnecessarily.

Soon, as the project progressed, a cluster of old buildings began to take shape in Sunset Town.

By the end of July, the cold winter arrived, and a heavy snowfall quietly fell overnight.

When Wang Bo woke up in the morning and opened the window, he saw Princess hopping and jumping in the snow, plunging in and out of the drifts, having a great time.

A group of little Rottweilers followed her, but their short legs couldn’t leap, so all they could do was watch enviously as Princess’s nimble figure bounced through the snow.

Eva, half-asleep, opened her eyes and asked, “Has the snow stopped?”

Wang Bo replied, “Yes. You noticed it snowed?”

Eva rolled her eyes at him. “I got up ten times last night. Do you think I wouldn’t know?”

Wang Bo felt a bit sorry. “Just hang in there. In a little over a month, we’ll have it easier. After the baby is born, I’ll take care of it—you just rest.”

Eva said fiercely, “Then I’m going to sleep for two full days straight!”

Wang Bo said, “Yes, sleep for two days and nights, cuddling with Da Pang and Er Pang—warm and cozy.”

Now that Eva could barely dress herself, Wang Bo carefully helped her into her maternity clothes and held her hand as they stepped outside.

“Do you still want to go for a walk after it snowed? Don’t go—what if you slip or catch a cold? That would be terrible.” Father Bo said from the hall.

Eva replied, “I’ll just walk a few steps in the yard, not to the lake.”

Mother Bo handed her a towel. “This is alpaca wool, freshly knitted. Wear it—it’s warm. Even if you go to the lake, you’ll be fine.”

Eva smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Mom.”

Wang Bo pouted. “Mom, what about mine?”

His mother said irritably, “Everything has yours. I even knitted you some woolen shorts. Do you want them?”

Father Bo reminded him, concerned: “Don’t take that—it’ll scratch your butt.”

Wang Bo chuckled as he stepped out of the villa. Snow blanketed the entire villa area, pure and white in every direction.

Dale giggled. “Brother-in-law, I can’t even tell where the sky ends and the ground begins.”

Even the sky was a pure white.

Wang Bo put sunglasses on Eva to protect her eyes from the glare of the snow.

Dale looked envious and sighed, “I wish I could have a baby! No work, eat whatever I want, get mad at whoever I like—this is like a fairy’s life.”

Father Bo ruffled her hair and laughed. “What do you know about a fairy’s life? Your sister is in agony right now!”

“No way, not at all,” Dale said, unconvinced.

Eva said, “I don’t have the energy to argue with you right now. After I give birth, I’ll show you what a fairy’s life really is! Of course, for me it’s heaven—but for you, it’ll be hell!”

As they walked slowly outside, Wang Bo mainly wanted her to get some fresh air—the air after snow was particularly refreshing.

Dale waddled behind like a tiny penguin, followed by Zhuang Ding, Little Wang, the Fat Cat brothers, Princess, and the Queen, forming a neat line.

Further behind, a dozen little Rottweilers tumbled and played in a chaotic pile.

Wang Bo adjusted Eva’s scarf. “Take a deep breath—good for your body.”

Dale took a deep breath, then wrinkled her nose. “Brother-in-law, it smells a bit…”

Wang Bo thought for a moment. “Probably ozone. Wasn’t there a thunderstorm last night? Ozone stimulates negative ions in the air, which are good for health.”

Dale then breathed deeply as if she had asthma.

A few steps later, they saw a steaming pile of dog poop in the snow.

Dale’s “asthma” vanished instantly, and her face turned as red as the snow. “Brother-in-law, this is the smell!”

Wang Bo pinched his nose. “Zhuang Ding did it. Just look at the shape and hardness—after eating all that meat, no wonder it smells so bad.”

Zhuang Ding sniffed it, then looked proud.

Dale had skipped breakfast that day.

After breakfast, Eva asked Wang Bo, “International Breastfeeding Week is coming soon. I want to join the New Zealand Breast Milk Bank. What do you think?”

International Breastfeeding Week runs from August 1st to 7th every year. Wang Bo only learned about it after Eva became pregnant. This unusual holiday is not widely known.

However, in New Zealand, it is quite well-known. Although the country’s infant cow and goat milk powders are famous worldwide, breastfeeding is still highly valued.

Take Eva, for example. From the start of her pregnancy, midwife Roselie explained all the benefits of breastfeeding.

Over these months, every prenatal checkup included encouragement from doctors and nurses to breastfeed.

Additionally, the hospital had lactation consultants offering free services to expectant and new mothers.

From this month onward, since Eva was about to give birth, every hospital visit included classes from the lactation consultant, in addition to medical checkups.

Wang Bo had attended some sessions. Lactation consultants taught new mothers how to help their babies latch properly, stimulate milk production, and prevent discomfort during feeding.

He knew all this, but he had no idea what a breast milk bank was.

Eva said, “You weren’t paying attention in class. Tell me—what happens if a mother who just gave birth doesn’t have milk, or doesn’t have enough to feed her newborn?”

Wang Bo shrugged. “That’s simple. We can just use formula. Our ranch even produces high-quality infant formula.”

Eva shook her head. “You know, breast milk contains unique nutrients and immune components. Mothers prefer to feed their babies with breast milk so the infant can grow healthy in the crucial first weeks of life.”

“The milk they need comes from the breast milk bank.”

Wang Bo looked it up online but found the institution unfamiliar.

Breast milk banks aren’t well-known—they are non-profit, have limited funds, and little publicity. Even many native New Zealand men have no idea they exist.