Baby Talk at Max Level: The Powerful Line Up to Ask Me to Raise Their Kids

Transmigrating is no big deal, Xie Nan Zhi thought. But opening her eyes to find herself a wet nurse, about to be dragged off for a beating, was a bit much. All because the young master in her care had inexplicably started crying and wouldn’t stop. Who could have guessed that Xie Nan Zhi could understand baby talk? The moment the little tyke opened his mouth, she knew whether he wanted milk, a diaper change, or was simply looking to cause trouble. Even more unbelievable, the portable supermarket space she’d inherited back home had come along with her. Its shelves were stocked with every kind of supply, but she had to redeem them with childcare reputation points. “Hungry? Here, have some second-stage organic formula.” “Teething? Chew on this little silicone mushroom.” The baby immediately stopped crying and even let out a little burp. Xie Nan Zhi clapped her hands, thinking: This easygoing life in ancient times is going to be a breeze. But the next day, a long line had formed outside her door. The general’s little terror, the minister’s whiny brat, the marquis’s young rascal who loved pulling people’s hair… Naughty kids came pouring in like dumplings into a pot, carried over by their families. Xie Nan Zhi: “I just wanted to take care of one kid and sit in the sun. Are you trying to make me open a kindergarten?” One day, the empress herself sent over several young princes and princesses to experience life. Xie Nan Zhi looked at the pile of imperial treasures before her and nearly dropped the baby bottle. From then on, ancient times’ first institution combining a daycare, an early learning center, and a naughty-kid correction facility, the Xie Family Childcare Center, officially opened for business. Years later, Xie Nan Zhi finally made it to retirement. But then a deafening chorus of sobs rose behind her. She turned around to see a group of half-grown children chasing after her with red-rimmed eyes. “Auntie Xie, don’t go! If you leave, who are we supposed to cry to?”