Madam Lin from the family next door also said, "Our family doesn't observe those strict rules; as long as you two are happy together, that's what counts. Hurry up and give me a great-grandson to hold—that's the proper thing."
Jinghan's face turned red again, and, with her head lowered, she didn't know what to say. It was Zixuan who had the thicker skin, quickly nodding and promising, "Don't worry, Grandma, I'll make sure you get to hold a great-grandson soon."
Jinghan felt both shy and annoyed, and pinched Zixuan's waist.
Zixuan endured the pain, his smile unwavering, "Eat up, there's also an egg here, and it's for you." He gave Jinghan his own portion.
"I can't eat anymore; you should have it yourself." Jinghan had already had two bowls of porridge, an egg, and half of a twisted roll; it was already quite a bit.
