Be a Slave
Editor: Atlas Studios
The elders all said that pregnant women who liked sour food would have a boy, while those who liked spicy food would have a girl. Even if Wang Yunfa didn't know this, he had heard of it.
When Li Xia heard this, she couldn't help but glare at Wang Yunfa angrily. "What do you mean? Are you afraid that I'll give birth to a daughter for your Wang family?"
As she spoke, Li Xia stopped eating and put down the chili in her hand. She continued, "Wang Yunfa, don't tell me you're like your parents, who only want a son and not a daughter? What's wrong with a daughter? Doesn't a daughter have your blood?"
Wang Yunfa didn't expect Li Xia to have such a big reaction just because he asked out of worry. He quickly explained in fear, "That's not what I meant. I would like it if it's a son or a daughter. It's just that we have to consider my parents. You know them too. They're looking forward to you giving birth to a boy and another grandson for them!"