Zhang Yuejin was growing impatient outside, seeing his mother emerge, he hurriedly asked, "How's Jiaojiao? Has she given birth yet? She screams so horribly, she must be in unbearable pain!"
Mother Yuejin felt a sourness in her heart, even sourer than wild hawthorn berries.
His son of over twenty years, who was so caring and considerate towards his wife, what about her? He didn't treat her nearly as well as he did his wife. Now, does she even exist in his eyes anymore?
"Childbirth can't be that fast? You wait outside!" Yuejin's mother turned and headed to the kitchen.
Zhang Yuejin was taken aback, looking at his mother's retreating figure he said, "Didn't you say before that giving birth was as quick as taking a dump or farting? Why when it comes to Jiaojiao giving birth, you say it's still too early? Who takes that long to poop or fart, screaming in pain the whole time?"
Zhang Yuejin's house was also made of mud bricks and a thatched roof, basically completely non-soundproof.
