Chen Lin handed a box of sour plums to Qu Xue, who was sitting on the kang with her feet soaking in a basin, eating the sour plums with one hand and letting Chen Lin massage her feet.
"Xue, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Chen Lin asked with concern.
"Ah, I'm exhausted. I don't know whether you have this good fortune." Qu Xue touched her belly, "I think I'm pregnant. It's been late for a few days now, and I've heard that craving sour things can mean you'll have a son."
The word "son" made Chen Lin's old face light up.
Even though Chen Zilong is also a son, having more sons, who can carry on the family name, is always a good thing.
"Have you told that crazy woman in your family? If you don't tell her soon, I'll abort this child!"
"No, don't abort it! It's fate, how can you be so heartless!" Chen Lin was terrified of this.
