So he sighed helplessly and shook his head again, "You're such a foodie, the child you have will definitely also be a little foodie."
"Amo." With a greasy roast chicken wing in one hand, and the other supporting her cheek, she shot him a flirtatious smile, "We've been trying so hard to conceive recently, we'll definitely succeed this time, right?"
Although he was holding a bowl of thick purple yam porridge, he still gently poured himself some rice and elegantly brought it to his mouth, "If we don't succeed, the tests must have been wrong."
He still remembers the awkwardness of his first fertility test at Director Liu's clinic.
A stalwart, proud man like himself, had to reluctantly undergo such tests, looking at those kinds of images, finally collecting his own sample for a quality test. The thought of it still infuriated him.
If anyone dared to make him undergo such an examination again, he would make sure to eliminate them.
