No matter how Gong Tao and the others felt inside, Zhao Xuran was as he always was.
"Come on, eat some meat, the fish today is pretty good."
"Isn't it tender?"
Zhao Xuran placed a piece of prepared fish fillet into Gong Ruini's bowl, "Luckily, the fish here in the United States have fewer bones."
Otherwise, dealing with fish bones isn't easy, though my wife keeps saying she wants sea fish, claiming it's good for the baby's health.
After eating sea fish often, my wife then complains wanting fresh-water fish; Zhao Xuran feels this child is going to be a little troublemaker.
It's just been a short while, and she already gives him a hard time.
Zhao Xuran thinks if it's a daughter, that's fine, as girls are more delicate, and her giving her mother a hard time in the womb is normal.
But if it's a son, when the child grows, he'd have to teach him tough lessons; otherwise, he'd be unruly once older.
