Long Yang burst out laughing when he saw her greedy face.
He plucked a clump of waxberries from the tree and studied them incredulously, unable to comprehend his pregnant wife's tastes. "Are they that delicious?" He had heard that waxberries were still very sour at this time of the year, and the mere thought of it made his lip curl.
Never mind—pregnant women had peculiar food preferences that differed from those of normal people.
Some liked sour foods, while others liked spicy ones.
Remembering a casual comment Zhao Qian had made in front of him, he cast a significant glance at Lu Liangwei's stomach.
Apparently, sour cravings indicated that it was a boy, and spicy cravings pointed to a girl.
In that case, both children in Weiwei's womb could be boys.
However, he had forgotten that his young and feisty Empress had been whining for spicy food a while ago.
