"Um, brother, I'm going to head off first then. I'll go shopping for my niece!" Nian Xi put her chopsticks aside and left hastily. There was no way she was going to stomach that.
In the end, Nian Junting realized that all of his dishes were uncooked, and he was demoralized. "Sang, the fire in your kitchen is really lousy. You can't blame my cooking skills. Even Butler Wu and Sister Lan have praised my culinary skills before."
Luosang rested her hand on her forehead. Anyone could cook things through, but all his food was raw.
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That night, Nian Xi sent a couple of photos to her. After she saw them, she was almost speechless. She had bought everything in the baby store, even more than Nian Junting. She had even bought toy cars and Barbie dolls.
Luosang was clutching her stomach and laughing away. It seemed like the Nian family liked girls more.
Oh dear, baby, you really have try your best then. Don't be a baby boy, Luosang thought to herself.
