Lin Qingqian looked calm. "Is it very sour?"
Suisui's face was twisted together. "Of course! It's so sour!"
A trace of guilt flashed past Lin Qingqian's eyes as she silently retracted her chopsticks.
Suisui asked curiously, "Qianqian, are your taste buds damaged?"
"…" It wasn't damaged. She was pregnant.
"If you hadn't said that Doggy Jiang was sick and couldn't have children after taking medicine, I would have thought that you were pregnant. You can eat something so sour."
Suisui gave up on the cold dishes. As she drank the porridge, she muttered, "Everyone says that women pregnant with boys like sour food, while women pregnant with girls like spicy food. I want to eat spicy food so much. Could it be that I'm pregnant with a girl?"
Sour food for boys and spicy food for girls?
Lin Qingqian was also guessing in her heart if the child she was carrying was a boy. If it was a boy… what should she call him?
