"Well, isn't it natural for a son to cook for his dad? How could that possibly be lumped together with manual labor?"
Gu Shaocheng's brow furrowed instantly at her persistent defiance. His face turned stern as he said, "Have you ever seen a man cook and serve food to his dad? Show me one example."
Chenxing's momentum faltered: "It's not necessarily a son. What if it's a daughter? Surely daughters can cook for their dad, right?"
"Am I so destitute that I need a daughter to cook for me? Do you even understand how important prenatal education is? Besides, when did I ever say I wanted a daughter? All those sour plum drinks I've been downing would have been for nothing!"
"Sour plum drinks are pointless anyway. Whether it's a boy or a girl is already predetermined. If sour plum drinks could actually change the gender, the people selling them would all be billionaires by now!"
As Chenxing spoke, she noticed the man above her glaring at her angrily. She quickly shut her mouth.
