I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 473 Feeding the Villain
Arriving at the Garden Square, the refugees were sitting or lying inside the transparent glass enclosure, looking quite relaxed. Although it was still raining outside, they were not panicking at all, after all, it was the "true God" who saved them.

Owen got off the carriage on the drone, held an umbrella, and went to the mini villas to visit the refugees one by one. He had to let everyone know which kind of gods appeared, so that everyone would not burn incense or worship the wrong gods.

After showing off in front of everyone, Owen returned to the mini mobile magic castle that Xia Qingdai had prepared for him. He summoned Lewis, who he temporarily appointed as the head of the temple's security, and asked him to report what happened here after they left last night.

When Owen met his men, Xia Qingdai took out three packs of waffles from the snack bag, one pack for each mini villa. Then she picked up a small teacup and poured three cups of pure milk, one cup for each villa.

Eating only these was still too plain, and there were also dinner ingredients bought by her brother in the refrigerator. She took a piece of cod, some salmon mince, a piece of roasted braised beef cubes, a boiled egg that had just been cooked in an egg cooker, a piece of lettuce, a small piece of fruit cucumber, and some blueberry jam. She divided everything into three parts, and this was the breakfast she prepared for the refugees, which was absolutely nutritionally balanced.

As Xia Qingdai placed the food down one by one, there was no scramble. Everyone stood by and prayed devoutly, and no one dared to take the food without permission - even though everyone was very hungry.

As usual, Owen handed over the task of distributing food to the Black Face Gang and others he had recruited.

The lower-class white people, who had never followed any rules, did not need to be scolded at this moment. They all obeyed the orders and lined up in a long, winding queue.

Using alms to preach is a very Chinese behavior. Xia Qingdai lay on the glass tank, taking a deep breath while watching the little people line up to get food and then have a picnic on the ground, enjoying the whole process.

Except for the unlucky guy who was trapped on the road and was rescued halfway, most of the others escaped from the flooded houses. They managed to snatch some valuables and food containers, so they were not in too bad a state.

Everyone had never eaten waffles made of white flour in their lives, but they started crying while eating them, and they kept making "woohoo" sounds while stuffing food into their mouths with milk.

"It's delicious! This bread is delicious!"

Waffles of this era had not yet been invented. They only appeared in the first half of the 19th century. Even though what Xia Qingdai took out at this moment was not freshly baked, but a product with preservatives added, it was no less than a feast for the lower-class people in London who were poisoned by all kinds of "black cuisine".

Besides waffles, there are also fresh salmon and eggs. Such large amounts of fish and eggs make people want to worship them just by looking at them, and eating them makes people feel like they have a longevity filter.

After breakfast, many people walked out of the glass enclosure in the rain. At first, Xia Qingdai was curious about what they were doing, but when she saw them approaching the tree trunk, she understood! She immediately stretched out her finger in disdain and gently pushed the person forward a little more.

In just a little bit, those people walked out of her sight, out of sight, out of mind.

"Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are the most important things. It seems I have to solve the public toilet problem for everyone right away."

This thing is easy to deal with. Just go to the storage room and look around, and you'll find an extra Lotus Tower carriage model.

This is the basic version, without customized tires and shock absorbers, it is purely for decoration, but it is enough to be used as a mobile toilet for everyone! You don’t need to worry about other furniture inside, just put a mini toilet, and let the little ones take care of the rest.

Although she feeds the pet, she never does the job of a poop-cleaner.

As she was putting together the Lotus Tower model, she could faintly hear the cry of a baby. Xia Qingdai kept moving her hands and looked into the glass tank to identify the source of the cry.

With the help of her excellent vision and hearing, she quickly saw the woman holding the baby through the glass window of the villa.

Among the people rescued last night, there were several young mothers holding babies. Xia Qingdai still had some impression of them. They were assigned to a villa. At this time, one baby cried, and the others followed suit, one after another.

Maybe it's due to emotional and environmental issues, or maybe it's a nutritional problem. The baby's mother doesn't have enough milk and is unable to comfort the baby. It seems that she is about to give the baby milk.

That won't work. Although Xia Qingdai has no experience in raising children, she has experience in studying medicine. She applied for the traditional Chinese medicine department, which requires all subjects to be studied, not only Chinese medicine knowledge, but also Western medicine knowledge.

Cow's milk is a little too strong for babies' delicate stomachs and is completely unsuitable. Goat's milk is better than cow's milk.

Xia Qingdai immediately put aside the half-built Lotus Tower, thinking that feeding the doll was more important, so she lay on the glass tank and shouted to Owen.

"Wait! Owen, ask the family with children to wait for a moment. I'll get some milk powder for babies. Don't let them drink cow's milk."

"Okay." Owen put his face close to the window of the magic castle and replied through the glass. If this magic castle was not an integrated toy model with no windows that could be opened, he would definitely open the window to reply, but Xia Qingdai didn't care.

In her opinion, Owen was the most polite gentleman she knew and he would never be rude in anything he did.

When Owen sent someone to stop the mother who was feeding her baby with milk, Xia Qingdai took out her mobile phone and went online to buy milk powder. She didn't need the big cans as it was too wasteful, so she just bought a small can.

There is a mother and baby supermarket next to the community. I ordered the service and it was delivered to my door in less than ten minutes.

Xia Shanglu, who was writing in the study, heard Xia Qingdai open the door and asked casually. Xia Qingdai answered casually without paying any attention, then went to the tea area to pour a cup of warm water into the cup, then returned to the room and closed the door.

She opened the can of milk powder and put it down with the cup. She said to Owen, the only one who could hear her voice, "Owen, this is milk powder and warm water. Ask families with children to come and get it. Children under three years old can come and get it. All can drink it. One spoonful of milk powder to 100ml of water, roughly this ratio."

Infant formula is nutritious, easy to absorb, and not harmful to you. It is definitely much better than the boxed milk she puts below. Many people are intolerant to cow's milk.

Although Xia Qingdai only bought a small can, it was a giant for the Lilliputians. A group of dolls drank it freely and could not finish it in a year.

Soon the babies drank the British milk powder that Xia Qingdai had specially bought. The crying stopped and only a faint smell of milk remained.

Xia Qingdai looked through the glass window at this heartwarming scene of loving mother and filial son, and felt warm in her heart.

Isn’t this more joyful than raising cats and dogs?