As the days approached New Year's Day, the entire capital was filled with joy. There was already a very obvious festive atmosphere on the streets and alleys.
Xia Wanyuan drove past the city center. The fiery red festive decorations outside the window made one's mood better.
"Yuan Yuan, this is delicious. Try this." An Rao, who was in the front passenger seat, took advantage of the time when they were waiting for the red light to eat the sour plum jerky and handed one to Xia Wanyuan.
Xia Wanyuan opened her mouth to bite it, then frowned. "So sour."
"Sour?" An Rao chewed. "No, I don't think it's sour enough."
Xia Wanyuan glanced helplessly at An Rao's stomach. "I think Xiao Bao's hopes of having a younger sister are dashed."
"It's okay. He'll have a younger sister in the future." An Rao touched her stomach.
Under Xia Wanyuan's guidance, she had thought things through.
