Yang PeiMin thought about it, and realized that for some time she had been eating pickles that tasted like Luo Dahua's handiwork.
Her taste buds had become really weird lately: she craved spicy foods for a while, and then sour, giving Shen Yixiang a headache since she was the one cooking.
Later, during her downtime, she even murmured to Yang PeiMin about the issue of having a boy or a girl, "Sister-in-law, it's really hard to tell with you. It would be great if you had twins, one boy and one girl."
Yang PeiMin chuckled, "Twins, huh? That would be such a blessing. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me whether it's a boy or a girl; I just hope they're healthy."
Shen Yixiang nodded vigorously, "Right, as long as it's healthy, that's what matters."
Yang PeiMin: "…"
Luo Dahua came over with a net bag of eggs, "We don't have much to offer at home, so I brought some eggs over to help you nourish your body."
