Hearing this, Su Xiaowan touched her stomach, feeling immensely guilty. She could bear being hungry and suffering, but she couldn't bear the thought of the two little ones in her belly being hungry.
However, she soon thought of something and said to Han Dongchen, "Who told you they are both sons? What if one of them is a daughter?"
A rare smile pulled at the corners of Han Dongchen's mouth as he said, "If it's a daughter, I'd be even happier. Of course, having a son and a daughter would be the best..."
"Alright, hurry up and drink the porridge, lie down and let me feed you..."
Su Xiaowan felt happy in her heart by Han Dongchen's words and now she was indeed hungry. The savory smell of the rice porridge made her salivate non-stop.
Meanwhile, Han Dongchen was very patient, feeding Su Xiaowan bit by bit, occasionally wiping the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.
