Old Mrs. Qin also laughed, "Qin Baby is too smart."
Mrs. Feng couldn't believe her own ears, "He can really call out, can't he? What's his name? How is it written?"
Old Mrs. Qin pointed to the baby crib, "It's carved on the head of the bed, Jin carved it by hand."
Mrs. Feng looked closely for a long time, "I don't really recognize it, it doesn't sound as nice as my Feng Yaozu's name, which was specifically chosen by someone for us, meaning 'to bring glory to the ancestors.'"
Old Mrs. Qin, "It's quite a good meaning, but we don't have any special meaning."
Mrs. Feng, "I can help you find someone to pick a new name with a good meaning. My Yaozu, your baby could be called 'Bringer of Glory.'"
Old Mrs. Qin, ".... Let's still call him Yunye." She had experienced many ups and downs in life.
How to 'bring glory to the ancestors' is not as important as being safe and healthy.
Furthermore, the child is still young; he can't shoulder such a heavy burden.
