"Big sis, what's wrong?" Xu Nianhua was making taro rice balls, using taro and sweet potato starch. Each one was about the size of a ping-pong ball, with a hint of taro fragrance, and tasted absolutely delicious.
Suddenly hearing Zhou He throwing up, she thought something might have happened, so she quickly put down what she was holding, grabbed some tissues and asked, "Big sis, are you feeling unwell? Do you have a cold?"
"I don't know, maybe it's just the cold weather lately, I feel a bit sick to my stomach."
Zhou He felt like her stomach was completely emptied out from vomiting.
"Xiaohe, when was your last period?" Ji Ying asked with concern.
Zhou He paused, her heart couldn't help but give a hard thump.
She thought about it and answered, "The first of last month?" Her period often came late.
"But it's already the 12th!" Ji Ying's eyes instantly lit up with expectation.
Could it be that the grandson she's been hoping for is finally coming?
