"That's it. Our baby will be called Xiaozhu in the future. Dad, please hurry up and don't take too many strokes. Just keep a simple look." Ye Qingqing made the decision and reminded Ye Mingcheng of the taboo in naming.

Some parents especially like to give their children unique names, such as the four characters or the many strokes, which is indeed quite unique, but it is a bit inconvenient for their children to go to school in the future.

It's okay to have four characters, but it's a bit difficult to call it. It's really a life-threatening. Ye Qingqing reads the news before. There is a little boy's name, with only one character and 48 strokes. The three characters add up to 170 or 80 strokes, and they are rare characters, which are the kind that teachers don't know.

The most painful thing is the child. He couldn't even mark one in the first grade, but he had to write a name of 170 or 80 strokes. The child in the news wrote the name for half an hour during the exam. Other people's test papers were almost finished. The poor child was still fighting with his own name. In the end, most of the questions were not finished, and the poor child cried loudly on the spot.

Because children can do those questions, but they don’t have time, so it would be strange if the child doesn’t cry.

So Ye Qingqing had to kill this possible situation in its infancy, and he had to let Ye Mingcheng give Xiao Zhu a simple, generous and nice name.

In the next few days, the piglet truly realized the life of raising pigs, eating, eating, and eating. The little guy was not at all trouble. He only hummed a few times when he was hungry and peed and pulled the rake. When he was full and his stomach was empty, the piglet continued to sleep, and had to sleep for more than twenty hours a day.

The egg was always held in the pig's hand and didn't even let go when sleeping.

After staying in the hospital for five days, he was finally discharged. Lin Shufang wrapped her tightly from head to toe, and there was no wind at all. Lu Mo drove her home in person, and his feet were not touched by the ground when getting in and out of the car. Lu Mo held her all the way and took her to bed, not allowing her to leave at all.

When they arrived at home, the pig was still pinching the eggs. Ye Qingqing looked funny and joked: "We piglets are not hatching eggs, are we?"

After saying that, she was stunned for a moment, her face changed slightly. There was a possibility that there was really a high temperature in the palm of her palm, and the little guy wore a lot and was covered with a quilt. As long as the temperature reached, the eggs could hatch.

This is the case in theory, but it is naturally not that simple to operate. Ye Qingqing thinks it is unlikely. How could Xiaozhu, a little baby who is not yet full month old, know that hatching eggs may be just fun?

Lu Mo's expression was a little solemn, and he felt it was really possible.

The piglet is definitely not an ordinary child. She has acted very differently from an ordinary child since she was pregnant. Zhu Zi suddenly ran back and gave her a strange egg. It was definitely not a whim. Maybe there is some special connection between the egg and the piglet.

Lu Mo suddenly became interested in the things in the egg and wanted to know what would be hatched.

Days passed day by day, and soon the first month of confinement was over. Lin Shufang asked Ye Qingqing to take a bath. Under Lin Shufang's strict supervision, Ye Qingqing couldn't even take a bath. Fortunately, she used warm water to wash her bath every day and was not so uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!