After learning about his mother's pregnancy last night, Yu Zihan had been restless with excitement.
The thought of soon having an adorable little brother or sister made Yu Zihan wish he could sprout wings and fly back to Chenzhou to show off to Jiang Zitao.
Of course, in his heart of hearts, Yu Zihan much preferred a fair, delicate little sister. He had later heard from the manor's servants that if he voiced his wish aloud every day, there was a greater chance the gods in the heavens would hear him, and thus a greater chance his wish would be granted.
Therefore, from last night until now, he hadn't stopped muttering the two words "little sister."
Shen Qing watched him with an amused smile. It was easy to see what was on his mind. She raised a hand and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry, Mother is perfectly fine. It's such a rare treat for Zihan to make breakfast for me personally. I will be sure to savor every bite."
