After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 632 - 636 Leng Zimo Goes Berserk [2]

"Yeah, I know." Luo Xiaoqian answered with a smile, then held her bowl to eat the porridge, and along with her mixed small cold dish, when she reached a slice of sour cucumber, she simply nodded in enjoyment, "What’s this, it tastes really good being so sour?"

"This is pickled cucumber, I pickled it myself with rice wine. The cucumber was grown in our backyard, absolutely green and pollution-free, you can eat it with peace of mind." Aunt Su watched her pick the sour cucumber from the plate, her smile growing brighter and more beautiful.

After a short while, Luo Xiaoqian had finished a large bowl of porridge and the small dish. Aunt Su then helped her lie down, placed her mobile phone at a distance, and asked her to rest well before she took the empty bowl downstairs.

In the living room, Leng Lin was still somewhat worried, glancing around even after finishing his meal.

Seeing Aunt Su come downstairs, he immediately approached, "Has she eaten?"

"All gone, look at this empty bowl!" Aunt Su glanced downstairs and lowered her voice, "This time, I must congratulate you. It’s definitely going to be a big, chubby boy!"

Leng Lin smiled, "Boy or girl, both are good."

"I do have a basis for saying this." Aunt Su chuckled softly, "There’s an old saying, ’sour for a boy, spicy for a girl.’ Just now, Xiao Qian kept praising how delicious that sour cucumber was—this time, it’s definitely a boy."

Leng Lin, of course, was not the kind of person who favored sons over daughters, but he was very happy with Aunt Su’s seemingly serious prediction.

"I’m going to wash the dishes now. You should take a midday rest as well!" Aunt Su said with a smile as she headed towards the kitchen, then turned back after a few steps, "I’ve seen Xiao Qian on TV, singing and dancing, and doing that thing called ’something-something.’ That won’t do, pregnant women can’t be overexerting themselves like that!"

Leng Lin laughed out loud, "It’s not ’something-something,’ that’s called street dance. It’s ’street’ as in the street outdoors. It originated in the United States and is a type of street performance dance, hence the name street dance."

"You sure know a lot. But the bottom line is, she really shouldn’t be dancing anymore. You’ll need to find a way to remind Zimo about this," Aunt Su instructed, before turning to go into the kitchen to clean up.

Shaking his head with a smile, Leng Lin leisurely walked upstairs. He was too excited to sleep, so he went into the study, took out a Xinhua Dictionary from the shelf, and began flipping through it page by page.

Now that the baby was on the way, as a soon-to-be grandpa, he thought it would be good to start figuring out a name for the child.

As he flipped through the book, whenever he came across a character he liked, he would stop, walk to the desk, pull open a drawer intending to jot down the character, but upon opening the drawer, he saw the papers that Leng Zirui had left there.

The smile vanished from his face, and Leng Lin’s mood turned somewhat solemn as he set down the dictionary.

There was a knock at the door.

Busy closing the drawer, Leng Lin said, "Come in."

The door to the study opened, and in came Luo Xiaoqian, "I saw you weren’t in the backyard, so I guessed you’d be in the study. Turns out, I was right!"

Leng Lin stood up, "Why not sleep a bit more?"

"Slept too much in the morning, can’t sleep now." Luo Xiaoqian noticed the dictionary on his desk, "What are you looking up?"

"Nothing much, just passing time flipping through it." Leng Lin sat down on a nearby sofa, "Come, have a seat!"

"Alright!" Luo Xiaoqian was there to chat with him and naturally wouldn’t refuse. Seeing a fruit platter on the desk, she casually grabbed an apple and started peeling it.

Leng Lin watched her profile, "How are the album sales going?"

"The results are not bad, and the response has been pretty good," Luo Xiaoqian said.