Chen Lin handed Chu Xue a box of sour plums. Chu Xue sat on the kang, soaking her feet in a basin, eating the plums with one hand, and letting Chen Lin massage her feet with the other.
"Xiao Xue, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Chen Lin asked with concern.
"Ah, I'm just so tired. I don't know if you have this luck." Chu Xue touched her belly, "I feel like I'm pregnant; it's been a few days late already. I heard that if you crave sour foods, it's more likely to be a boy."
The word "son" illuminated Chen Lin's old face.
Although Chen Zilong was also a son, who doesn't like such a good thing that can carry on the family line?
"Have you talked to that crazy woman in your family about this? If you don't talk soon, I'll have this child aborted!"
"No, don't have an abortion! That's life you're talking about, how can you be so heartless!" Chen Lin was most afraid of this.
