Little Bei's voice was filled with excitement. Mu Jingzhe tilted her head in the darkness and looked at the cloth doll Little Bei had placed aside. It seemed like she was thinking of dressing her younger sister up like a cloth doll.
However, upon hearing Little Bei's fantasy, Mu Jingzhe fantasized for a while and found it very cute. She was even a little tempted. "A younger sister… That would indeed not be bad." There were already many sons, but there was only one daughter.
"Mommy, you have to remember to give birth to a younger sister," Little Bei immediately said.
Mu Jingzhe was embarrassed. "Uh, the gender isn't up to me to decide."
"Then who's the one making the decision?" Little Bei frowned when she remembered that even though most of the women in the village wanted to give birth to a son, sometimes they would have a daughter.
Mu Jingzhe: "…"
