Everyone looked at Ye Mingcheng in unison. The glorious task of naming him was entrusted to him, and when she was just pregnant, Lin Shufang solemnly confessed and asked Ye Mingcheng to choose a high-quality name.
Ye Mingcheng touched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, and said hesitantly, "It hasn't been decided yet. You can't be careless when choosing a name. You must be careful."
He had chosen no less than a hundred names, and he thought they were all good when he chose them, but when he looked at them again in a few days, he felt that they were not pleasing to the eye, and they were not easy to read.
In this way, the children were born, and Ye Mingcheng hadn't picked a name yet.
Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes, according to her father's snail speed, when the little guy turns one year old, he probably won't be famous yet.
"Choose a nickname first, and think about it slowly, Dad. You must think about it when you wait for the account." Ye Qingqing set a deadline, otherwise Ye Mingcheng will definitely delay.
At this time, Ye Qingqing realized that his son's chronic child was inherited, and it was all Ye Mingcheng's fault.
Ye Mingcheng is not a slow child, he let his grandson inherit it all.
"It's easy to choose a nickname, let's call it a catchy one." Lin Shufang said with a smile.
"How about Yuanyuan? Look how round this kid is." The old man touched the little guy's fat arm, overjoyed.
Ye Mingcheng disagreed, "There are too many called Yuanyuan. There are several children called Yuanyuan who come to see my doctor. Our baby must be called a different one, or is it Zhuangzhuang?"
The old man said angrily: "Take it down. There are more Zhuangzhuang. When I went to the park to exercise, I met five or six Zhuangzhuang."
"How is Niu Niu?"
"No, there are a lot of people named Niuniu. I think it's better to be called Goudan. The cheap name is easy to raise, or Tiezhu Catdan will also win."
The old man became more and more energetic, and contributed more than a dozen local nicknames, cow eggs, donkey eggs, duck eggs, sheep eggs...
The corners of Ye Qingqing's mouth twitched violently, the old man is more aggressive with Egg, he has to make an egg for everything, it's better to call Egg directly.
"No, it's too late now, you still call this a bit of shit, or take a foreign style, Andy, Jason and the like." Ye Mingcheng had another idea, but the old man refuted it as soon as he said it.
"What are you doing with a foreigner's name, we have so many nice names in China, why are you calling a foreigner, no."
The old man firmly opposes It is not as good as his dog egg or sheep egg to take a foreign name, and he thinks it is very pleasant.
The two were arguing with each other. The father said that the father is reasonable and the mother is reasonable, and they all felt that they had a good choice, but no one would let anyone else, Ye Qingqing heard the ringing in her ears, and became a little impatient, and shouted loudly: "I Just look at it, the tortoise will be healed, and it will be slower than the tortoise."
"No, there is no way to call a child a turtle." Ye Mingcheng and the old man objected in unison, but this time the opinions were unified.
Ye Qingqing pouted, looked at the little thing Yuanyuan and was sleeping, and had an idea, "Why don't you call it a little pig, eat, sleep, sleep, eat, and you're still so fat, you can call it a little pig."
Ye Mingcheng hesitated, thinking that Xiaozhu was too straightforward, but the old man clapped the table and agreed, "Little pig is just fine."
This name is completely in line with his old man's central idea of 'a cheap name is easy to support', and it also meets Lin Shufang's 'catchy' requirement, which is quite perfect.
Lin Shufang and Lu Mo have no objection, the main reason is that the little guy really looks like a pig, and his name has a special image.