That day, as usual, after I went out, I hid in the nearby park and started watching the surveillance.

At first, everything was normal. Grandpa was watching TV, grandma was on her phone, and Honghong was sleeping obediently.

Not long after, the child woke up and started crying.

After several minutes without seeing the two elders move, just when I was about to rush back home, grandma finally moved.

She was muttering to herself while taking out a can of milk powder from the bedside table in their room...

To my disbelief, she directly took the unwashed milk bottle from the kitchen, scooped two spoonfuls of milk powder, and mixed it.

After vigorously shaking it, she stuffed the nipple into Honghong's mouth before the bubbles even disappeared.

Seeing this, my heart clenched.

Sure enough, Honghong only took a few sips before burping and spitting out the milk.

Despite my repeated reminders about feeding instructions, grandma claimed she knew them all.

She even said she had raised many children and this was how she did it?

And it didn't end there. Seeing Honghong spit out the milk, grandma wiped the bib haphazardly and said, "If you don't want to drink, then go hungry!" before pinching Honghong.

Watching grandma leave the crying child who was spitting out milk and run to the kitchen, I couldn't control myself and hurried home.

Little did I know that what I witnessed next on the way home would make me feel even more disgusted and horrified!

She took out the frozen breast milk from the fridge, thawed and heated it, and poured it into a glass.

Then... she handed it to grandpa!