"No," Xiao Xi shook her head with a slight, troubled pout. "Everyone says craving sour means a boy and craving spicy means a girl. I want spicy food, so I must be having a daughter. Meyan, if I don't give you a son, won't you be disappointed?"
Qi Meyan's expression darkened. He had thought something was seriously wrong when she sounded so upset, but it was just because of this.
With a gentle, playful pinch of Xiao Xi's nose, his tone softened with fondness: "If we have a daughter who looks like you, I'll love her even more."
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