Lin Qiao nodded.
"Your mother has been talking about you for several days. This morning, she was still saying that if you don't come back tomorrow, she'll come and get you. But she couldn't sit still even until noon and took the donkey cart to town."
Lin Han comforted her and said, "It's nothing, your mother might just yell a little bit."
Li Guifen, knowing her husband's behavior well, was certain he was speaking ill of her to their daughter. She glared at him, "Lord, can you fetch some water for me to wash my hands?"
Lin Han, caught by his wife's call, quickly raised his hand, "Sure, sure, I'll go right away." He then hurried to the kitchen.
"Brother-in-law, when will we have a little sister?" Lin Ping suddenly asked boldly.
Caught off guard, Lin Qiao choked on her own saliva, "Cough cough cough."
Lin Xushi hurriedly covered Lin Ping's mouth, "You child, if you don't understand, don't speak nonsense. What little sister? There's no little sister, it's a little brother."
