"I think he looks pretty funny when he cries, it's better than having a stoic face." Yang Chuxia protested her innocence, the whimpers from earlier were kind of amusing. Is she really their mother? Is this what a mother would say?
Upon hearing this, Ms. Wang rolled her eyes and tenderly moved the two little buns further away, meaning to keep them a bit distant from their unreliable mother.
"What are the children's names? Did you send the letter to Brother An for him to name them yet?"
Yang Chuxia just shook her head, "Last time, in his letter he said to wait until they were born to name them, and to think of two nicknames for now."
"The two of you really are too carefree, other people start thinking of names even before the child is born." Ms. Wang was dissatisfied and grumbled, "My poor little grandsons, with such an unreliable mother and a hardly dependable father, neither of you even has a name."
