"That's it, our baby will be called Xiaozhu in the future, Dad, hurry up with your name, don't take too many strokes, just be simple and catchy." Ye Qingqing made a decision, and reminded Ye Mingcheng of the big name. avoid.
Some parents especially like to give their children unique names, such as those with four characters or a lot of strokes. It is indeed quite different, but it is a little inconvenient for the children to go to school in the future.
A four-character name is just fine, it’s just a bit awkward to say, and it’s really killing people to have too many strokes. Ye Qingqing read a news before, and there was a little boy’s name. There are forty-eight strokes in just one character, and three characters. It adds up to 1,780 strokes, and it's still a rare character that teachers don't even know.
The most painful thing is the child. The first grade can't even draw a 'one' straight, but he has to write a name in 178 strokes. The child in the news only wrote his name for half an hour during the exam. Almost finished, the poor baby was still struggling with his own name. In the end, most of the problems were not completed, and the poor baby was crying on the spot.
Because the child can do those problems, but he has no time, it is strange that the child does not cry.
So Ye Qingqing had to nip this possible situation in the bud, and he had to ask Ye Mingcheng to give the pig a simple, generous and nice name.
In the next few days, the little pig truly realized the pig-raising life of eating, sleeping, eating, and eating. The little guy didn't make any noise at all. He only hummed a few times when he was hungry and urinated, and waited until he was full. When the belly is empty, the piglet continues to sleep, and sleeps more than 20 hours a day.
The egg was held in the pig's hand the whole time, and it didn't let go even when he was sleeping.
After staying in the hospital for five days, she was finally able to be discharged. Lin Shufang wrapped her tightly from head to toe, so that no wind could penetrate. Lu Mo personally drove her home, and did not touch the ground when getting in and out of the car. , Lu Mo hugged him the whole time, and put her on the bed, not letting her go even a single step.
When he got home, the little pig was still holding the egg. Ye Qingqing laughed and joked, "Isn't our little pig hatching an egg?"
After speaking, she was stunned for a while, her face changed slightly, this possibility is really possible, the palm temperature is high, and the little guy is wearing a lot of clothes, and he is covered with a quilt. As long as the temperature is reached, the eggs will hatch.
This is the case in theory, but it is not so simple in practice. Ye Qingqing thinks it is impossible. Little Pig, a little baby who is not yet full moon, how can he know how to hatch eggs, maybe it is just for fun.
Lu Mo's expression was a little dignified, he thought it was really possible.
The little pig is definitely not an ordinary child. It has behaved very differently from ordinary children since she was pregnant. Zhu Zi suddenly came back and delivered a strange egg. It must not be a whim. Maybe there is something special between this egg and the little pig. contact.
Lu Mo was suddenly interested in what was in the egg, and wanted to know what it would be when it hatched.
The days passed, and soon the first month of confinement was finished. Lin Shufang kindly asked Ye Qingqing to take a bath. Usually, under the strict supervision of Lin Shufang, Ye Qingqing couldn't take a bath. , not so uncomfortable.
He brushed his body once, and the washed water could fertilize two acres of land. Ye Qingqing felt comfortable and at least two pounds lighter. He thought it was liberating, but Lin Shufang asked Ye Qingqing to sit for another month, saying that he would Do double full moons.