"Haha!" Xiaoguo laughed and quickly covered her mouth. Then, she laughed silently for a long time. "He was still thinking about food in his sleep. It's so funny."
Mrs. Yang shook her head helplessly. It was her luck to have such a silly son, so she gladly accepted her fate.
Now, she just hoped that the baby in her stomach could be more like Zhuang Zhuang. It was fine with her if it just took after half of Zhuang Zhuang's strengths. She would be grateful as long as there was no junior Xiaohu in her belly.
"Sister-in-law, do you think it's a baby boy or girl?"
Xiaoguo looked at Mrs. Yang's bulging stomach and asked curiously. Didn't they say that ancient people had a way to tell the gender?
"It's probably another boy," Mrs. Yang said happily. If she had a boy, he would be part of the family's labor force when he grew up.
"How did you guess?"
