It was breakfast time, and Ruan Qishan's eyelids were drooping down heavily. He wrote all the nicknames he had thought of during the night down on a piece of paper and said happily, "All the popular nicknames nowadays have the word 'Xiao' in them. I've decided to name my grandson with something similar as well."
Ling Tianya picked up the piece of paper and she was speechless.
There were three words on the paper: Little Rice Dumpling!
No one spoke.
What the h*ll was a little rice dumpling?
Ling Tianya had assumed that Ruan Qishan would pick a sophisticated and meaningful nickname for the child in accordance to his own upbringing and knowledgable background. She didn't expect him to pick Little Rice Dumpling as the nickname according to the trends and what was 'in' at the moment!
When he saw the piece of paper, Ruan Zeyan frowned as well, also apparently dissatisifed.
