269 The Breast milk Connaisseur

Regardless of the size of her breast not being particularly large, the quantity of breast milk filling the bowl to the brim was more than enough for me to appreciate the amazing sight.

As Tina handed me the bowl of breast milk, I cupped my hand beneath it, expressing gratitude with a nod. With anticipation, I slowly brought the bowl to my lips, eager to taste the milk. However, just as I was about to take a sip, Grandma Derry's voice interjected beside me. "AHEM! It appears that everyone now has their own bowl of breast milk, except for me," she remarked nonchalantly, as if trying to be discreet about her desire for some.

"Shameless," I murmured under my breath, my voice barely audible to Ursa, who struggled to stifle a chuckle, and Grandma Derry, who responded with a sly comment, "Look who's talking," her voice hushed as she shot me a disapproving glance. Meanwhile, the others observed as Tina filled another empty bowl with her breast milk.