"Can you give birth to a turd?" Yun Jianchen asked Song Huanyan.
Song Huanyan shook her head, "I can't give birth to a turd, but... I can take a dump. If you like, I can take a dump and give it to you later."
Yun Jianchen frowned in disgust at Song Huanyan, "Wife, you're really disgusting."
"So... instead of taking a dump, do you really hope I could birth one?" Song Huanyan glanced at Yun Jianchen sideways.
Yun Jianchen: "... then you just... take a dump."
"Hmph..." Song Huanyan snorted coldly, looking at Yun Jianchen, "Look at that contemptuous expression of yours, as if you never take a dump."
Yun Jianchen: "..."
Why did he feel like he was becoming increasingly unable to carry on a conversation with his wife?
Poop... poop... poop...
Were they really going to keep talking about such a disgusting topic?
"Wife, let's not talk about pooping anymore. I'm worried it might disgust our son," Yun Jianchen said.
