The elegant and traditional Gu Family ho—when Chenxing returned, a few of Shaocheng’s brothers were still lounging in the bedroom. Pouting, she went to find the butler, craving so yogurt or sothing similar.
The butler squinted his eyes in a teasing smile, trying to amuse her: "How about a glass of sour plum soup instead?"
At the ntion of sour plum soup, Chenxing imdiately felt her head spin and resolutely shook her head: "No, no, I want yogurt. Just give a glass of yogurt, please."
"How about having the sour plum soup instead?"
Chenxing scrunched up her little face: "Butler, I’m begging you here!"
"Shaocheng acting crazy is one thing, but why are you, too, suddenly acting crazy? Whether it’s a boy or a girl doesn’t depend on drinking so sour plum soup! Just hearing about sour plum soup makes my skin crawl. I seriously can’t understand how a man with his level of intelligence can be so superstitious—he’s driving insane."
The butler stifled a laugh, covering her lips, silently thinking to herself: The Young Master isn’t out of his mind at all.
This isn’t just so regular sour plum soup. It’s packed with all sorts of nutrients, thoughtfully designed by nutritionists to provide everything a pregnant woman needs daily, especially to help prevent stretch marks.
The Young Master had personally instructed the nutritionists that he didn’t want Miss Chenxing to suffer from stretch marks once her belly grew larger during pregnancy. He knew how much she cared about her appearance, so he ordered them to find ways to prevent it from the very beginning. The nutritionists’ solution was to focus on prevention through diet, which is why they recomnded this special drink. However, the Young Master didn’t want Miss Chenxing to know his true intentions—so he was only pretending to tease her.
This nonsense about drinking sour plum soup to have a son? It was really just for Miss Chenxing’s benefit.
Thinking of this, the butler chuckled again. The Young Master was always a little sneaky, but his heart was in the right place.
But Chenxing didn’t have the faintest idea about the hidden benefits of this bowl of sour plum soup. She simply assud her husband was obsessed with having a son to the point of madness. Now, staring at the butler as he brought over a glass of yogurt, she patted her chest, relieved, feeling as if she’d survived a catastrophe, and she was so grateful she could cry.
Grabbing the cup, she sipped the yogurt slowly.
Wow... It was practically celestial ambrosia!
Sure, it was a little sour, but drinking sour plum soup was like being in the depths of hell, whereas drinking yogurt was like standing on the clouds in heaven!
Later that night, after dinner, when Gu Shaocheng once again insisted on supervising her drinking sour plum soup, Chenxing firmly refused to touch the stuff. With a dead-serious expression, she pulled out the tactic shared by Luo Xi earlier that day: "Shaocheng, my cousin said that sour foods are for having girls, and salty foods are for having boys. If you keep forcing to drink sour plum soup, don’t bla if we end up with a little princess."
"Isn’t it supposed to be ’sour son, spicy daughter’?" Gu Shaocheng furrowed his brows slightly.
"Nope! Let show you—there’s stuff about it online," Chenxing quickly fished out her phone, found the relevant article, and smugly handed it to him. "See? Look for yourself! I’m definitely not making this up."
Gu Shaocheng gave it a brief glance before returning her phone with an indifferent expression. "I don’t trust whatever’s written online. I only know the old saying: ’sour son, spicy daughter.’ Be good now, don’t try to pull any tricks on —it won’t work. Just drink this sour plum soup already and give a big, chubby son in the future."
Chenxing groaned in exasperation, biting her lower lip and letting her watery eyes glisten with unshed tears.
Gu Shaocheng turned a blind eye, just like always. Calmly, he picked up the sour plum soup himself and brought it directly to her lips. "Why do you always refuse to cooperate every ti I ask you to drink this? I’m telling you, if you can’t give a son in the future, it’ll be entirely your fault."
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