Zhao Jingrong actually knew she was pregnant two weeks ago.
The reason she chose to make it public now was to make Ni Yang back off, knowing it’s a hard decision to make.
She knew Mo Baichuan had always had an inexplicable affection for Ni Yang, and the reason Ni Yang had not responded yet was because she didn’t know Mo Baichuan was Mr. Mog.
Once Ni Yang learns that Mo Baichuan is Mr. Mog, she would surely regret it too late.
Upon hearing this, Mo Baichuan nodded, "I’m very happy, Jingrong, thank you."
Of course, he was happy about becoming a father.
It’s just this happiness seemed to lack something.
Zhao Jingrong continued: "What should we name the child? Oh, Baichuan, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Mo Baichuan replied: "As long as it’s our child, I’ll like it either way."
Mrs. Mo hurriedly instructed the servants to prepare some dishes that pregnant women crave, "Jingrong, would you like something sour or something spicy?"
"I feel like eating sour food," Zhao Jingrong answered.
It’s said that craving sour means you’re carrying a boy, and spicy means a girl, and she had a feeling that there would definitely be a boy in her belly.
Mo Baichuan is the Mo Family’s eldest grandson; if she could bear him an eldest son, her position would be even more secure.
By then, no one would be able to take away what belonged to her!
Soon, a servant brought in a serving of sour soup fish and a small dish of pickled vegetables.
In order to show her fondness for sour taste, Zhao Jingrong, despite the upheaval in her stomach, forced herself to finish everything.
Mo Baichuan couldn’t help but glance toward Ni Yang.
Ni Yang seemed not to care about Zhao Jingrong’s pregnancy at all, taking a piece of dried tofu. As soon as she tasted it, perhaps finding the flavor off, she frowned slightly and, without a word, put the other half into Mo Qishen’s bowl.
"What’s the matter?" Mo Qishen slightly lowered his gaze.
"It’s sweet." Ni Yang preferred stronger flavors and was not accustomed to sugar in her food.
Mo Qishen ate the half of the dried tofu that Ni Yang had bitten, "It is a bit sweet. Do you want to eat crab?"
Ni Yang thought for a moment, "I’ll eat the crab roe, the rest is up to you to deal with."
"Hmm." Mo Qishen nodded slightly, picked up a crab, and carefully separated the crabmeat from the roe, drizzling it with vinegar, "Actually, the crabmeat tastes quite nice with just the roe, want to try?"
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