"By the way, isn't your daughter's due date coming up?"
Aunt Wang replied, "Yes, it's just a few days away. That's why I sent my son-in-law to the black market—to buy some good stuff for her postpartum recovery..."
There were three pregnant women in their courtyard, and their due dates weren't too far apart.
The Li family, who were chefs, wanted a daughter. Li Fang had already given birth to two sons. They weren't as eager for another boy and instead hoped for a soft, delicate little girl. Although Aunt Wang and the Li chef had once wished for sons in their youth, now that they had grandsons, their perspective had changed.
They wanted a little girl.
As for Jiang Lu, her entire family hoped for a son. Jiang Lu knew the chances of having another child were slim unless she risked being labeled as unfaithful, which she didn't want. So, compared to a daughter, she preferred a son.
